Extract from The Magic Apple Tree – Angela Carter.

In the West,

the apple-trees grow

under a blue sky.

The apple trees founder

on their knees in the grass,

Toppling with fruit.

 

Apple is round as the round world, red

as heart’s blood, fat

as my two fists together. This,

the very first apple of all,

wet, still,

with the first of the dew.

 

Snake made the first apple,

laid a red egg and said:

“Eat me.”

(1965)

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