Charles Butler hannibal at
Thu Feb 5 17:21:06 EST 2004

> surely only mangoes will do for this sort of thing,
> our mango season, when mangoes are cheap enough to buy
> by the tray every week, has just finished.


Andrew Marvell provides the locus classicus, of course, in 'The Garden':

What wond'rous Life in this I lead! 
Ripe Apples drop about my head; 
The Luscious Clusters of the Vine 
Upon my Mouth do crush their Wine; 
The Nectarene, and curious Peach, 
Into my hands themselves do reach; 
Stumbling on Melons, as I pass, 
Insnar'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grass. 

To say nothing of the slightly S&M inflection we find in 'Appleton House':

Bind me ye Woodbines in your twines,
Curl me about ye gadding Vines,
And Oh so close your Circles lace,
That I may never leave this Place:
But, lest your Fetters prove too weak,
Ere I your Silken Bondage break, 
Do you, O Brambles, chain me too,
And courteous Briars nail me through.

Here in the Morning tye my Chain,
Where the two Woods have made a Lane;
While, like a Guard on either side,
The Trees before their Lord divide;
This, like a long and equal Thread,
Betwixt two Labyrinths does lead.
But, where the Floods did lately drown,
There at the Ev'ning stake me down.


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