The Catcher in the Persimmons

Leonardo Fróes

A fruit and a woman at the same persimmon tree

where I scare the little birds off and climb

to catch the fruit like a boy and savour,

as I eat it up there, the sight of the woman

who stayed down there waiting for me to climb

and who I see now moving between the leaves,

with her eyes of honey, her dry shoulders,

while I contort my whole self as I rise

between tongues of the sun, the scratch of twigs,

until I reach and throw down to her,

at the highest point, the sweetest persimmon.


Fróes, Leonardo “The Catcher in the Persimmons”. Ottawa: FlipSide, 2017. p.01. Translation by Rob Packer.

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