[“you stood among trees hung / with bitten apples” – Louise Glück]
We take a bite from each apple; then, disappointed, go on to the next, always hoping to find the right apple, the one the serpent told us about, the one that will, finally, make us human. Our desire is so fierce we can almost taste it.
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Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: For Anacreon, 30 poems of love and life from the ancient Greek poet (originally published as a chapbook by Silkworms Ink).
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