While living in Baghdad as a school girl, I first noticed a pomegranate hanging over a garden wall. It was ripe, with seeds bursting out. Next to the persimmon, it is one of the fruits I consider to be the most beautiful.

“The Fruits of the Earth” (Andre Gide)
Let me tell you of the pomegranate; of its juice, sourish like the juice of green raspberries;
Its wax-like flower the colour of fruit;
Its closely guarded treasure;
Its partitions in the hive;
Its abundance of flavour;
Its pentagonal architecture;
Its skin giving in;
Its grains bursting;
Grains of blood dripping into azure cups;
Drops of gold falling into plates of enameled bronze…

An interesting history of the pomegranate.

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