Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I see tinned peaches from Australia, and apples from America.
by Goh Poh Seng When I was a boy I ate fruits of the sun: rambutans hairy and red, durians kingly and thorny, mangosteens purple and white, and the juicy pomelo. fruits poem by goh poh seng
Their taste is sweet but my tongue remembers the old, wild, sun-tasting fruits. Would you like the "long story" — a full analysis of this poem? Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I
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