Strange Fruit

 

Southern trees bear strange fruit

Blood on the leaves

Blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

for the rain to gather

for the wind to suck

for the sun to rot

for the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

 

Spellbinding.

mizzen123 mizzen123
46-50, M
2 Responses Mar 16, 2010

Hehe, I know :) <br />
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Tears, hairs standing up, spine shivering and tingling, I almost envy those who have yet to hear this for the first time. It's better that any words I can conjure up.

Beautifully put, sweet.<br />
<br />
Columbia Records, scared of a backlash from sponsors and record retailers, initially refused to record it. They relented when she sang it a capella to her friend Milt Gabler, a record label boss, who promptly wept. What a spine tingling moment it must've been! How I wish I was there! <br />
There is pain etched all over her voice, her quite extraordinary voice.