The Jackfruit

I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:
the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,
but oh, I warn you against touching --
the rich juice will gush and stain your hands

Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich

Anonymous submission.

by Ho Xuan Huong

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Comments (4)

Interesting comparison. I liked it.
you can hug me if you think me I'm stainless!
Its fine..really outstanding..
Great piece of imagery!