To a Quince
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To a Quince

The poem To a Quince by Jason Clapham is an ode to a "secret cousin of the rose".

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To a Quince — Jason Clapham Copyright
	O turgid antique secret cousin of the rose what name is hidden deep in the tones of your sun-soaked call? You bring me the warm jars I only just remember lined up like specimens of autumn light, you are the crabapple parlour the eye-level apron hand picked berries beneath white socked feet Who named you? What is Cydonia? Who brought you here? Did some passing Cretan loaded with this fragrance feel his homeland tug at the other end of life and let nostalgia name a fruit for all posterity?
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