Fruits Poem By Goh Poh Seng Hot! File

Fruits

For the poetry reader, “Fruits” is a masterclass in compression. For the exile, it is a mirror. For anyone who has ever bitten into a perfect peach and felt, for one second, a pang of sadness that it will end—this poem is your companion. fruits poem by goh poh seng

In an era of globalized supermarkets where every fruit is available year-round, "Fruits" reminds readers of the seasonality and soul of local produce. For students of Singaporean literature (SingLit), the poem is a foundational text that shows how a writer can take a "homely" subject and turn it into a profound reflection on belonging. Fruits For the poetry reader, “Fruits” is a

The durian's creamy, thorny pride, The jackfruit's sweetness, side by side, The mango's luscious, velvet skin, Inviting all to take a bite within. In an era of globalized supermarkets where every

This sensuality is deliberate. Goh wants to trap us in the moment of pure, unthinking pleasure—the way a child bites into a mango, unconcerned with the stone at its center. He evokes the abundance of Malaya: the shaved ice of ais kacang, the bursting rambutan, the kingly durian that demands surrender. The poem, at first glance, celebrates the here and now.

But to read “Fruits” as a simple ode to nature’s candy is to miss its sharp, bittersweet core. This poem is not about agriculture. It is about appetite, mortality, and the melancholic arithmetic of growing older. It is a poem that asks: What do we consume, and what, in time, consumes us?

"Sitting there, stumps of legs / Like heavy logs."