O Salamander

(A Dream) O ripe delicious Salamander Thou beast-fruit Thou art mine! O moving morsel Dangling sun-blessed on a tree Perching there so sweetly How I love thee! Climbing high, the picker’s hand Snatches forth to capture The living fruit? Greater than the others Greater than the apple, pear or grape is he, My Salamander. O walking melon! Sit still now in my palm Thou smiling fruit, Thou art mine! I slice thy ripe skin cunningly And cut by cut I love thee I suck thy simple life The nectar from thy bloated belly O tasty Salamander! Noblest of all tree-babies I live for thee, my urchin fruit My melon Salamander.