Why so velvety, why so voluptuous heavy? Why hanging with such inordi — Fruit

"Here mulberries bleed; the grape’s lithe cluster bends; And blue the rush-bound cucumber depends."

"The kindly fruits of the earth."

"May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst."

"Nothing great is produced suddenly, since not even the grape or the fig is. If you say to me now that you want a fig, I will answer to you that it requires time: let it flower first, then put forth fruit, and then ripen."

"Eve, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees, Picking a dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat, Down in the bells and grass Under the trees."

"Silver-pink peach, venetian green glass of medlars and sorb-apples."