Monday, June 8, 2026

The Apple (Monday Poem)

by Jose Gorostiza
translated by Joan Darby Norris and Judith Infante
 
 
Yes, the apple tastes of light,
cold light.
That's it, the apple!
What a lively fruit
so much like morning!
 
 
 
La Manzana
 
Sabe a liz, a luz fria,
si, la manzana.
Que amanecida fruta
tan de manzana!
 
 
 
from The Tree is Older Than You Are:
A Bilingual Gathering of Poems and Stories
from Mexico With Paintings by Mexican Artists
Selected by Naomi Shihab Nye
Simon & Schuster, 1998  
 

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