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Ann Segrave


Here in the persimmon garden
I am eating a persimmon
sucking its fibres
drinking the south.

I have tasted fresh almonds
grapes off the vine, cupped
furry quinces heavy in my hand
tested lemons against my cheek.

I have eaten persimmon —
taken the fruit too soon, trespassed
on its due season, for it becomes sweet
only when softened by frost.

I am without entitlement
in this warm kingdom.



From Ann's second collection 'Persimmon' published Oversteps Books 2014. Ann joined the course chaired by Anne-Marie Fyfe at the Almassera Vella in 2011


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