Fruit

"And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China. And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover."

"The orange is ripe the sun-filled orange is ripe"

"Oh we ate all of the oranges off the navels of our lovers Grabbed a book and read the cover."

"It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet It's twelve poems, I call it oranges."

"If the world could remain within a frame Like a painting on a wall, Then I think we would see the beauty, then We would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed Like a bowl of oranges, Like a story told By the fault lines and the soil."

"If you are the basket of oranges I am the knife of the sun."

"The happy bells shall ring Marguerite; The summer birds shall sing Marguerite; You smile but you shall wear Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite."

"Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen blühen, Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glūhn, Ein sanfter Wind om blauen Himmel webt Die Myrtle still und hoch der Lorbeer steht? Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! Dahin, Möcht' ich mit dir, O mein Geliebter, ziehn."

"Yes, sing the song of the orange-tree, With its leaves of velvet green: With its luscious fruit of sunset hue, The fairest that ever were seen; The grape may have its bacchanal verse, To praise the fig we are free; But homage I pay to the queen of all, The glorious orange-tree."

"If I were yonder orange-tree And thou the blossom blooming there, I would not yield a breath of thee To scent the most imploring air!"

"'Twas noon; and every orange bud Hung languid o'er the crystal flood, Faint as the lids of maiden eyes Beneath a lover's burning sighs!"

"Beneath some orange-trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together free, Like age at play with infancy."

"The kindly fruits of the earth."

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

"Whig and whey whilst thou lust, And bramble-berries, Pie-lid and pastry-crust, Pears, plums, and cherries."

"The barberry and currant must escape Though her small clusters imitate the grape."

"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."

"Plant Trees you may, and see them shoot Up with your Children, to be serv’d To your clean Boards, and the fair’st Fruit To be preserv’d: And learn to use their several Gums; ’Tis innocence in the sweet blood Of Cherry, Apricocks and Plums To be imbru’d."

"And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat."

"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."

"He it is Who produceth gardens trellised and untrellised, and the date-palm, and crops of divers flavour, and the olive and the pomegranate, like and unlike. Eat ye of the fruit thereof when it fruiteth, and pay the due thereof upon the harvest day, and be not prodigal."

"Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?"

"Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat."

"But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me."

"Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarred, Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach."

"I lose the sunlight, lovely above all else; Bright stars I loved the next, and the moon’s face, Ripe gourds, and fruit of apple-tree and pear."

"Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy...""

"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."

"Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries."

"The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality."

"Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe."

"Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched."

"The ripest fruit first falls."

"Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live."

"My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon."

"Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine."

"A little peach in an orchard grew,— A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew It grew."

"Why so velvety, why so voluptuous heavy? Why hanging with such inordinate weight? Why so indented? Why the groove? Why the lovely, bivalve roundnesses? Why the ripple down the sphere? Why the suggestion of incision?"

"As touching peaches in general, the very name in Latine whereby they are called Persica, doth evidently show that they were brought out of Persia first."

"The ripest peach is highest on the tree."

"Now, Sire," quod she, "for aught that may bityde, I moste haue of the peres that I see, Or I moote dye, so soore longeth me To eten of the smalle peres grene."

"The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves And blossom, under heavens of happy blue."

"A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough."

"Two-thirds of the apples and nine-tenths of the pears that we eat are imported, not to mention two thirds of the cheese. And that is a disgrace. From the apple that dropped on Isaac Newton’s head to the orchards of nursery rhymes, this fruit has always been a part of Britain. I want our children to grow up enjoying the taste of British apples as well as Cornish sardines, Norfolk turkey, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Wensleydale cheese, Herefordshire pears and of course black pudding."

"Sharp-tasted citrons Median climes produce, (Bitter the rind, but generous is the juice,) A cordial fruit, a present antidote Against the direful stepdame's deadly draught."

"Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement’s."

"Over the fence — Strawberries — grow — Over the fence — I could climb — if I tried, I know — Berries are nice!"

"Ripe figs won’t keep."

"I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes."

"Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are."

"I like to think apples in Maine should be like cheeses in France, where you go 10 miles and you get a whole new cheese. In Maine there should be a different cider and apple in every town or county"

"If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, if they are wormeaten at the core, if they are early ripe and disposed to fall, let them fall! I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature’s plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall."

"I guess the apple could turn yellow or green, I know there's lots of different nuances to you and to me."

"There never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it."

"Einstein's theory of gravitation replaced Newton's in this century, but apples didn't suspend themselves in midair, pending the outcome. And humans evolved from ape-like ancestors whether they did so by Darwin's proposed mechanism or by some other yet to be discovered. Moreover, 'fact' doesn't mean 'absolute certainty'; there ain't no such animal in an exciting and complex world. The final proofs of logic and mathematics flow deductively from stated premises and achieve certainty only because they are not about the empirical world. Evolutionists make no claim for perpetual truth, though creationists often do (and then attack us falsely for a style of argument that they themselves favor). In science 'fact' can only mean 'confirmed to such a degree that it would be perverse to withhold provisional consent.' I suppose that apples might start to rise tomorrow, but the possibility does not merit equal time in physics classrooms."

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."

"A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."

"As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste."

"Two-thirds of the apples and nine-tenths of the pears that we eat are imported, not to mention two thirds of the cheese. And that is a disgrace. From the apple that dropped on Isaac Newton’s head to the orchards of nursery rhymes, this fruit has always been a part of Britain. I want our children to grow up enjoying the taste of British apples as well as Cornish sardines, Norfolk turkey, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Wensleydale cheese, Herefordshire pears and of course black pudding."

"What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree."

"Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste."

"Art thou the topmost apple The gatherers could reach, Reddening on the bough? Shall I not take thee?"

"There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they've got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they make a mouth at you, and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core."

"Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow."

"And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer—apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of time's vicissitude."

"The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play."

"To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen."

"Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye, But turns to ashes on the lips!"

"Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough A-top on the topmost twig—which the pluckers forgot, somehow— Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now."

"The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college— I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes."

"How we apples swim."

"After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples, and might signify no more at first: but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits."

"Personally I am very fond of strawberries and cream, but I have found that for some strange reason, fish prefer worms. So when I went fishing, I didn’t think about what I wanted. I thought about what they wanted. I didn't bait the hook with strawberries and cream."

"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever."

"It was the wild strawberries, beneath dewy leaves on an almost-summer morning, who gave me my sense of the world, my place in it. [...] Even now, after more than fifty Strawberry Moons, finding a patch of wild strawberries still touches me with a sensation of surprise, a feeling of unworthiness and gratitude for the generosity and kindness that comes with an unexpected gift all wrapped in red and green. "Really? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have." After fifty years they still raise the question of how to respond to their generosity. Sometimes it feels like a silly question with a very simple answer: eat them."

"The praty strawbery;"

"Strawberries swimming in the creame,"

"There from the tree We’ll cherries plucke, and pick the strawbery."

"Whilst creeping near the humble Ground, Shou’d the Strawberry be found Springing wheresoe’er I stray’d, Thro’ those Windings and that Shade."

"Open hither, open hence, Scarce a bramble weaves a fence, Where the strawberry runs red, With white star-flower overhead;"

"Over the fence — Strawberries — grow — Over the fence — I could climb — if I tried, I know — Berries are nice!But — if I stained my Apron — God would certainly scold! Oh, dear, — I guess if He were a Boy — He'd — climb — if He could!"

"He conducted her about the lawns, and flower-beds, and conservatories; and thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries.“Yes,” said Tess, “when they come.”“They are already here.” D’Urberville began gathering specimens of the fruit for her, handing them back to her as he stooped; and, presently, selecting a specially fine product of the “British Queen” variety, he stood up and held it by the stem to her mouth.“No—no!” she said quickly, putting her fingers between his hand and her lips. “I would rather take it in my own hand.”“Nonsense!” he insisted; and in a slight distress she parted her lips and took it in.They had spent some time wandering desultorily thus, Tess eating in a half-pleased, half-reluctant state whatever d’Urberville offered her. When she could consume no more of the strawberries he filled her little basket with them; and then the two passed round to the rose-trees, whence he gathered blossoms and gave her to put in her bosom."

"Like strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones."

"The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality."

"That was the hardest part, I admit, but I had a kind of dark foreknowledge of what it would be like. Everything, from eating watermelon or going to the bathroom or just standing on a subway platform, lost in thought for a few minutes, or worrying about rain forests, would be affected, or more precisely, inflected by my new attitude. I wouldn't be preachy, or worry about children and old people, except in the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe."

"The fish has too many bones and the watermelon too many seeds."

"Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth."

"It is chief of this world’s luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat."

"To cut with a sharp knife a bright green watermelon on a big scarlet plate of a summer afternoon. Ah, is this not happiness?"

"The march was but a leisurely search for food. Cabbage palm and gray plum, pisang and scitamine they found in abundance, with wild pineapple, and occasionally small mammals, birds, eggs, reptiles, and insects. The nuts they cracked between their powerful jaws, or, if too hard, broke by pounding between stones. Once old Sabor, crossing their path, sent them scurrying to the safety of the higher branches, for if she respected their number and their sharp fangs, they on their part held her cruel and mighty ferocity in equal esteem. Upon a low-hanging branch sat Tarzan directly above the majestic, supple body as it forged silently through the thick jungle. He hurled a pineapple at the ancient enemy of his people. The great beast stopped and, turning, eyed the taunting figure above her."

"... pineapples came to the Pacific with Captain Cook in the 1770s. Hawaiians began them in 1892. (They were grown in Europe shortly after Columbus found them on in 1493.)"

"“There's a book here in which I read about the trial of a Jew, who took a child of four years old and cut off the fingers from both hands, and then crucified him on the wall, hammered nails into him and crucified him, and afterwards, when he was tried, he said that the child died soon, within four hours. That was ‘soon’! He said the child moaned, kept on moaning and he stood admiring it. That's nice!” “Nice?” “Nice; I sometimes imagine that it was I who crucified him. He would hang there moaning and I would sit opposite him eating pineapple compote. I am awfully fond of pineapple compote. Do you like it?” Alyosha looked at her in silence. Her pale, sallow face was suddenly contorted, her eyes burned. “You know, when I read about that Jew I shook with sobs all night. I kept fancying how the little thing cried and moaned (a child of four years old understands, you know), and all the while the thought of pineapple compote haunted me. In the morning I wrote a letter to a certain person, begging him particularly to come and see me. He came and I suddenly told him all about the child and the pineapple compote. All about it, all, and said that it was nice. He laughed and said it really was nice. Then he got up and went away. He was only here five minutes. Did he despise me? Did he despise me? Tell me, tell me, Alyosha, did he despise me or not?” She sat up on the couch, with flashing eyes."

"With no intent, unconscious still of his defection, Kereth roamed back along wide walks towards the palace, which stood now in the sinking light no longer yellow but colorless, like a sea-cliff over a beach when the last bathers are leaving. From beyond it came a dim roar like surf, engines of tourist busses starting back to Paris. Kereth stood still. A few small figures hurried on the terraces between silent fountains. A woman's voice far off called to a child, plaintive as a gull's cry. Kereth turned around and without looking back, intent now, conscious, erect as one who has just stolen something—a pineapple, a purse, a loaf—from a counter and has got it hidden under his coat, he strode back into the dusk among the trees."

"He had brought them endless presents. Every penny he had he had spent on them. There was a sense of luxury overflowing in the house. For his mother there was an umbrella with gold on the pale handle. She kept it to her dying day, and would have lost anything rather than that. Everybody had something gorgeous, and besides, there were pounds of unknown sweets: Turkish delight, crystallised pineapple, and such-like things which, the children thought, only the splendour of London could provide. And Paul boasted of these sweets among his friends. ‘Real pineapple, cut off in slices, and then turned into crystal—fair grand!’"

"From then on she was invited not only to the dances but also to the Sunday swim parties in the pool and to lunch once a week. Meme learned to swim like a professional, to play tennis, and to eat Virginia ham with slices of pineapple. Among dances, swimming, and tennis she soon found herself getting involved in the English language. Aureliano Segundo was so enthusiastic over the progress of his daughter that from a traveling salesman he bought a six-volume English encyclopedia with many color prints which Meme read in her spare time. The reading occupied the attention that she had formerly given to gossip about sweethearts and the experimental retreats that she would go through with her girl friends, not because it was imposed as discipline but because she had lost all interest by then in talking about mysteries that were in the public domain."

"The tamarind tree is very delectable to behold, being likewise very full of spreading branches, the leaves growing like to the box tree in England, but are shaped something more longer, and not of that hardness with the forementioned, but more pliable. It shooteth out a white flower, which hath no grateful flavour, which falling off, produces its fruit in shape of a peascod, being filled with a row of stones, covered with a brittle shell, which incloseth the pulp, being of a pleasant acid quality, and is a good commodity in Europe."

"In the garden of the said Capuchins I saw for the first time on a tree a fruit which tickled my curiosity so much that I must describe it. It is called Giacca, or Taqua, as the Portuguese write it. The tree was of the size of a moderate oak and the fruit is of the size of a bag of middling size, about four palms long and proportionately thick, viz., a little than two palms in diameter; and because, if this fruit were to grow on the branches like other fruits, the branches would certainly not be able to bear its weight, Nature has wisely ordained that it should grow on the trunk...."

"…the Tamarind tree, which grows there, is so famous among the English that, when they return to London and speak of what they have seen, they make a special mention of the Tamarind tree of Golicatan [Calcutta]."

"The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste."

"Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, And falls, through wind, before the fall should be."

"CARDINAL: What, art thou lame? SIMPCOX: Ay, God Almighty help me! SUFFOLK: How cam’st thou so? SIMPCOX: A fall off of a tree. WIFE: A plum-tree, master. GLOUCESTER: How long hast thou been blind? SIMPCOX: O, born so, master. GLOUCESTER: What, and wouldst climb a tree? SIMPCOX: But that in all my life, when I was a youth. WIFE: Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. GLOUCESTER: Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that wouldst venture so. SIMPCOX: Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, And made me climb, with danger of my life."

"Prunes and custard followed. And if anyone complains that prunes, even when mitigated by custard, are an uncharitable vegetable (fruit they are not), stringy as a miser's heart and exuding a fluid such as might run in misers' veins who have denied themselves wine and warmth for eighty years and yet not given to the poor, he should reflect that there are people whose charity embraces even the prune."

"Many old writers mention the great and famous city of Damascus. Now in the territory of the Damascenes there is a very large quantity of the so‑called cuckoo-apples, cultivated with great skill. Hence this fruit gets the special name of "damson," excelling the same kind grown in other countries."

"Avocado (Persea americana Mill.) is a tropical and subtropical fruit that is native to Mexico and ; avocado is gaining increasing worldwide acceptance and has received extensive marketing and a wide distribution due to its relevant nutritional benefits for human health. Mexico harvests more than 30% of avocados worldwide, representing the main producer and exporter of avocado, which has become a crop of high interest and has great economic impact on Mexico."

"The avocado has, since the time of Columbus, spread from its home in America entirely around the Tropics. That such an important food plant was confined to the American continent until the post-Columbian contact with the , while numerous other plants, such as the , , and , had already spread to parts of the Old World, was probably due to the fact that the avocado will not easily survive long voyages, while most of the tropical root crops have much greater vitality. The fruit spread but slowly before the last century, but in recent times its culture has rapidly increased, and it is now cultivated in most of the countries that are suited to its growth. It has been cultivated in India since about 1860, and has reached the islands of Madagascar, , , , , and Tahiti. In and Australia it is just gaining a foothold. Its cultivation is increasing in Algiers. In 1882 it was reported as growing in southern France along the shores of the Mediterranean. Some of the trees had flowered, but apparently none had fruited at that time. In southern Spain, however, the tree fruits, and is cultivated to a limited extent."

"The more than 200 s of cultivated avocado are classified into three distinct races: West Indian, Guatemalan, and Mexican. Each race has unique ecological adaptations and identifiable characteristics (Bergh 1975b; Knight 1980), although interracial hybrids do occur. All three races share many similar growth and flowering behavior characteristics."

"and avocado are sources of s. Replace with olive oil for cooking or use it as part of a salad vinaigrette. Spread avocado on sandwiches instead of cheese."

"To , , and in 1911 came the twenty-one year-old American, Carl Schmidt. Schmidt was employed by the West Indian Nursery in . His task was to search the Mexican marketplace for avocados of outstanding quality and to locate the trees from which they came. He cut budwood from the best trees, numbered each, and shipped them by to Altadena. Many buds refused to adapt to the soil and climate of California; but number 15, which Schmidt cut from a tree in the garden of Alejandro Le Blanc, flourished. When it survived the great freeze of 1913, its strength was officially recognized and it was given the name —Spanish for vigorous and strong. The 'Fuerte' tree that Schmidt found in Atlixco became the mother tree for California's avocado industry."

"Avocados are among the most nutritious foods you can eat. Not only are they rich in and but they are also a good source of , , iron, , and vitamins , , , , , , and . They are particularly good for promoting healthy skin, aiding digestion and preventing ."

"I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes."

"In this Zillah [Gorakhpur] the mango topes are among its principal beauties, as well as advantages. To plant a tope is amongst the natives an act of religion and certainly one of benevolence. So much are these trees esteemed that a Hindoo will not cut down even one that is decayed, and I never observed one that appeared wantonly injured. The shade of the mango is so dense that it defies the sun, and does not favour the growth of weeds or jungle. It is in leaf all the year round, changing its foliage in March, but never becoming bare. The mango grows to a great size, especially in this district, where it rises to eighty or a hundred feet. A few feet above the root the trunk generally parts into two or three diversions, which sub-divide into large branches, running upwards very much as a pear tree grows. But when a tree stands detached, it throws out its arms on every side, and looks not unlike a fine oak. After passing though jungle or even over fields when the sun has set, there is a dry warm feeling immediately on entering the tope. The trees are regularly planted in rows, so that standing in the midst, there is in every direction a lofty green vista, forming a noble avenue up to the camp."