Bitter Fruits
I can taste the sadness before it settles in,
On my tongue, it is like bitter fruit with notes of the sweetest ambrosia.
Sweet enough to seduce —
And as what it touches destroys, I remind myself
That from destruction comes beautiful things;
And I find myself pleased by its occupancy for its elegance persuades
And Sadness has taught me — that Happiness is an acquired taste.
- This is my favourite poem to date
