What a lovely poem.
I always enjoy works (poems mostly, I guess) that describe a thing by telling you what it is not.
This is not the fruitthat will send you to hellnor keep you there;it will not give you knowledge,childbirth, power, or love;
And of course the defiance - or may just self-assuredness, fearlessness, resolve - at the end makes me sing:
I'll eatwhat I like and throw the restto the grasses.
And now, re-reading this two months after I last read it (which is, apparently, two years after I first read it, according to my notes), I'm noticing for the first time the headnote (what do you call that thing? StackExchange says it's an argument, or a headnote), "after Susan Stewart."
So now I have to go find the Susan Stewart poem:
That's pretty great - so different! - but I confess I like Rekdal's poem more.