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Fruits — (inspired by Goh Poh Seng)

In the market's humid mouth the fruit stalls call— a riot of skin and sun, the small loud tongues of mango, papaya, rambutans like sparks, and dragonfruit the color of a neon dusk. Hands sift through harvests, trading knowing glances: a wrinkle means sweetness, a green edge means wait. A child grips a guava like a fist of promise, teeth bright as teeth can be, eager as summer.

Each stanza peels back a layer: the spiky durian as protection, the mangosteen’s purple stain as nostalgia, the rambutan’s hairy shell as strangeness made familiar.

Nature vs. Human Uncertainty: There is a stark contrast between the steady, seasonal growth of the fruit and the human inability to "tell for sure whether the coming days will go for well or ill". fruits poem by goh poh seng

Identity: The speaker's reflection on the fruits serves as a metaphor for his own search for identity. The fruits represent the diverse aspects of his life, and the speaker's attempt to make sense of them.
Culture: The poem celebrates the cultural diversity of Singapore, with its diverse array of fruits representing the different ethnic and cultural traditions of the country.
The Search for Meaning: The speaker's contemplation of the fruits is also a reflection of his search for meaning in life. The poem suggests that meaning is not fixed, but rather it is something that is constantly being negotiated and redefined.

Examples: "Apple, cherry, two kinds of oriental pears, apricot and vine: green and red and both sweet."

This is a deeper bitterness: the exile consumes the fruit of a new land, but his memory digests the fruit of the old. Neither fully satisfies. The poem’s melancholy is not about death alone—it is about the half-life of belonging. Fruits — (inspired by Goh Poh Seng) In

, his poetry remains "lucid" and "persistent," using universally accessible symbols like the sun and earth to reach readers across generations.

In “Fruits,” the act of eating becomes an act of remembering. The speaker tastes the sweetness, but the palate is now foreign. Canadian apples are crisp but lack the volcanic perfume of a Southeast Asian guava. The poem mourns not just the fruit, but the tongue that once knew how to name it without translation. Identity : The speaker's reflection on the fruits

Nature as a Comfort: The text suggests that the simple aesthetic and sensory pleasure of fruit can act as a buffer against the unpredictability of human life.