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Blackberry Eating

I love to go out in late September
Among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
To eat blackberries for breakfast,
The stalks very prickly, a penalty
They earn for knowing the black art
Of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
Lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
Fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
As words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
Like strengths or squinched,
Many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
Which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
In the silent, startled, icy, black language
Of blackberry eating in late September.

Poem Blackberry Eating - Galway Kinnell