Friday, December 16, 2005

My Home in Islington - I – The Apple Tree

I have an apple tree in the garden right in front of my window. Occasionally a housemate would bring me an apple through my window, but I refuse to eat them. I have come to fear anything that is organic, free of preservatives and that does not have an expiry date on it. The day a tree produces an apple with an expiry date on or a chicken lays eggs with barcodes on them will be the day that I eat them without going to a shop first.It is irrational to think this way. I realize that and hopefully I will change my opinion.

But it does not mean that I do not respect the tree. The tree is a very busybody to use an analogy from our human world. It produces apples at an astonishing rate during the summer. I frequently hear the apples raining down with thuds on the lawn. I can do nothing but respect this incredibly fertile tree, oblivious to the world. It is a well of life.

It is winter. Only a few leaves remain on the now barren tree. Dry sticky fingers point in all directions, trying to grasp the cold air of London. Even in the shades of the evening it appears restless (in a kind of slow motion). Like me, I imagine, it yearns for the fruitful summers ....

Tree At My Window
(Robert Frost)

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.


Anonymous Jeff said...

Does someone use commercial fertilizer or insecticides on the apple tree. I have a lot of citrus trees in my yard, and enjoy the fruits of my trees. I use ladybugs, mantises, and other natural things for pest control.

5:40 pm  
Blogger Gergana said...

If you could climb up that apple tree all your world would have changed. Just imagine it for a moment a mere intellectual adventure. And when you’re on the top, among the whispering sunny-green leaves, restraining your lips from tasting the uncontrolled red colour of the apples, feeling like a hectic bee, all the thins that you’ll see will make you pretend that you’re ...just a little young God. Because all the ground beneath will appear to you the way it appeared to The God when he had created the world – dependent and still not mastered. And then you’ll feel how important is to go down among the grass, to sow, to make love, to ride horses, to meet people, to tame all the mysterious powers of this world of yours... Even if the world has no expiry date...And if you want to live all its miracles...JUST TASTE THE APPLES !

3:29 pm  
Blogger Audrey said...

I love this poem to bits. I love it and love it. I really love it.

I'm not sure what gergana's on about, but it sounds mysterious and all (the world DOES have an expiry date - I don't know it, though)so that's ok. I commend jeff for using mantises and ladybugs on his trees, I try to do the same myself except I have a neighbour who loves insecticides and keeps killing my good bugs. Damn him to hell. My neighbour, not Jeff.

12:22 pm  

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