White Currants

[judecorp]

Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses,
And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds.
Since I am, in fact, empty-handed,
I might have chosen gems out of India,
But I choose white currants.
Is it because the raucous wind is hurtling round the house-corners?
I see it with curled lips and stripped fangs, gaunt and haunting energy,
Come to snout, and nibble, and kill the little crocus roots.
Shall we call it white currants?
You may consider it as a symbol if you pelase.
You may find them tart, or sweet, or merely agreeable in colour,
So long as you accept them,
And me.

~Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

Comments

Skin ... crawling! Make it stop!

[kjtoo.livejournal.com]

Okay, I know this is entirely beside the point, but white currants give me the heebie-jeebies. I look at a white currant and I see an albino raisin. I eat a white currant and I can feel its albinism in my mouth, and all I can taste are its albinistic juices. How is that possible? I don't know. The flavor essence of albinism pervades the white currant, that aberration of fruitdom. I shudder now, just thinking about it.

Or maybe I've just got some serious issues.

At any rate, Happy New Year!

Re: Skin ... crawling! Make it stop!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

That is the /best/ response to a saptastic LJ post that I have ever received.

And sometimes I wonder why I love you. I WILL WONDER NO MORE!

Big love,
J