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the body labyrinth    poems by Sharon Berg

 

By Sharon Berg

Established January 3, 2006

Comments since July 26, 2007

 

You came in from sunlight, arms brimming

     with a gift of apples for my table.

     I tied on my apron for you.

 

     Your hands joined in the task, over the babble

     of their rosy faces, the white fruits

     quartered in our hands, the pot steaming

     behind us. The apples were readied for saucing

     in this room where I do the cooking.

 

     Now your face flushes red, fists balled on the

     table, knuckle-white. And the old saying still

     stands, darling. You knew my kitchen was hot.

     It's too late for the apples.

Apples is a poem from The Marriage Sedan, the first section of the book. The Body Labyrinth by Sharon Berg (1984) Coach House Press, Ontario, Canada

 

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