|The proper way to eat a fig, in
|Is to split it in four, holding it by
|And open it, so that it is a
glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled
|Then you throw away the skin
|Which is just like a four-sepalled
|After you have taken off the blossom,
with your lips.
|But the vulgar way
|Is just to put your mouth to the crack,
and take out the flesh in one bite.
|Every fruit has its secret.
|The fig is a very secretive fruit.
|As you see it standing growing, you
feel at once it is symbolic :
|And it seems male.
|But when you come to know it better,
you agree with the Romans, it is female.
|The Italians vulgarly say, it stands
for the female part ; the fig-fruit :
|The fissure, the yoni,
|The wonderful moist conductivity
towards the centre.
|The flowering all inward and
|And but one orifice.
|The fig, the horse-shoe, the
|There was a flower that flowered
inward, womb-ward ;
|Now there is a fruit like a ripe womb.
|It was always a secret.
|Thatís how it should be, the female
should always be secret.
|There never was any standing aloft and
unfolded on a bough
|Like other flowers, in a revelation of
|Silver-pink peach, venetian green glass
of medlars and sorb-apples,
|Shallow wine-cups on short, bulging
|Openly pledging heaven :
|Hereís to the thorn in flower ! Here
is to Utterance !
|The brave, adventurous rosaceś.
|Folded upon itself, and secret
|And milky-sapped, sap that curdles milk
and makes ricotta,
|Sap that smells strange on your
fingers, that even goats wonít taste it ;
|Folded upon itself, enclosed like any
|Its nakedness all within-walls, its
flowering forever unseen,
|One small way of access only, and this
close-curtained from the light ;
|Fig, fruit of the female mystery,
covert and inward,
|Mediterranean fruit, with your covert
|Where everything happens invisible,
flowering and fertilization, and fruiting
|In the inwardness of your you, that eye
will never see
|Till itís finished, and youíre
over-ripe, and you burst to give up your ghost.
|Till the drop of ripeness exudes,
|And the year is over.
|And then the fig has kept her secret
|So it explodes, and you see through the
fissure the scarlet.
|And the fig is finished, the year is
|Thatís how the fig dies, showing her
crimson through the purple slit
|Like a wound, the exposure of her
secret, on the open day.
|Like a prostitute, the bursten fig,
making a show of her secret.
|Thatís how women die too.
|The year is fallen over-ripe,
|The year of our women.
|The year of our women is fallen
|The secret is laid bare.
|And rottenness soon sets in.
|The year of our women is fallen
|When Eve once knew in her mind
that she was naked
|She quickly sewed fig-leaves, and sewed
the same for the man.
|Sheíd been naked all her days before,
|But till then, till that apple of
knowledge, she hadnít had the fact on her mind.
|She got the fact on her mind, and
quickly sewed fig-leaves.
|And women have been sewing ever since.
|But now they stitch to adorn the
bursten fig, not to cover it.
|They have their nakedness more than
ever on their mind,
|And they wonít let us forget it.
|Now, the secret
|Becomes an affirmation through moist,
|That laugh at the Lordís indignation.
|What then, good Lord ! cry the
|We have kept our secret long enough.
|We are a ripe fig.
|Let us burst into affirmation.
|They forget, ripe figs wonít keep.
|Ripe figs wonít keep.
|Honey-white figs of the north, black
figs with scarlet inside, of the south.
|Ripe figs wonít keep, wonít keep in any
|What then, when women the world over
have all bursten into affirmation ?
|And bursten figs wonít keep ?
[ The Mosquito ] [ Bare Almond Trees ] [ Humming Bird ] [ Kangaroo ] [ Snake ] [ Figs ] [ Eagle in New Mexico ] [ Wages ]