From “A Crown of Fruits” (I. Cherimoya)

^{translated from the Spanish by David Francis}

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Cherimoya

Who hasn’t tried a cherimoya
in the shade of a Red Manjack Tree?
Danaë weaves and undoes
time in gold and rum.
Sickly-sweet and sugary
for the inexperienced tongue; 
neither green nor ripe
the palate takes delight.
Fruit, no: pulp of the fruit.
Pleasure: but pleasure multiplied.