The Love of an Orange BY DAHLIA RAVIKOVITCH An orange did love the man who ate it. A feast for the eyes is a fine repast; its heart held fast his greedy gaze. A citron did scold: I am wiser than thou. A cedar condoled: indeed thou shalt die! And who can revive a withered bough? The citron did urge: O fool, be wise. The cedar did rage: slander and sin! Repent of thy ways for a fool I despise. An orange did love with life and limb the man who ate it, the man who flayed it. An orange did love the man who ate it, to its flayer it brought flesh for the teeth. An orange, consumed by the man who ate it, invaded his skin to the flesh beneath.
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