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Three figs taken in natural light with acanon 450D and a canon 100mm macro lens. I have always liked the poem figs by D H Lawrence, hence the Italian title.Processed in cs4 with texture by flypapertextures

Figs

by D.H. Lawrence

The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.

Then you throw away the skin
Which is just like a four-sepalled calyx,
After you have taken off the blossom, with your lips.

But the vulgar way
Is just to put your mouth to the crack, and take out the flesh in one bite.

Every fruit has its secret.

The fig is a very secretive fruit.
As you see it standing growing, you feel at once it is symbolic :
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better, you agree with the Romans, it is female.

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part ; the fig-fruit :
The fissure, the yoni,
The wonderful moist conductivity towards the centre.

Involved,
Inturned,
The flowering all inward and womb-fibrilled ;
And but one orifice.

The fig, the horse-shoe, the squash-blossom.
Symbols.

There was a flower that flowered inward, womb-ward ;
Now there is a fruit like a ripe womb.

It was always a secret.
That’s how it should be, the female should always be secret.

There never was any standing aloft and unfolded on a bough
Like other flowers, in a revelation of petals ;
Silver-pink peach, venetian green glass of medlars and sorb-apples,
Shallow wine-cups on short, bulging stems
Openly pledging heaven :
Here’s to the thorn in flower ! Here is to Utterance !
The brave, adventurous rosaceæ.

Folded upon itself, and secret unutterable,
And milky-sapped, sap that curdles milk and makes ricotta,
Sap that smells strange on your fingers, that even goats won’t taste it ;
Folded upon itself, enclosed like any Mohammedan woman,
Its nakedness all within-walls, its flowering forever unseen,
One small way of access only, and this close-curtained from the light ;
Fig, fruit of the female mystery, covert and inward,
Mediterranean fruit, with your covert nakedness,
Where everything happens invisible, flowering and fertilization, and fruiting
In the inwardness of your you, that eye will never see
Till it’s finished, and you’re over-ripe, and you burst to give up your ghost.

Till the drop of ripeness exudes,
And the year is over.

And then the fig has kept her secret long enough.
So it explodes, and you see through the fissure the scarlet.
And the fig is finished, the year is over.

That’s how the fig dies, showing her crimson through the purple slit
Like a wound, the exposure of her secret, on the open day.
Like a prostitute, the bursten fig, making a show of her secret.

That’s how women die too.

The year is fallen over-ripe,
The year of our women.
The year of our women is fallen over-ripe.
The secret is laid bare.
And rottenness soon sets in.
The year of our women is fallen over-ripe.

When Eve once knew in her mind that she was naked
She quickly sewed fig-leaves, and sewed the same for the man.
She’d been naked all her days before,
But till then, till that apple of knowledge, she hadn’t had the fact on her mind.

She got the fact on her mind, and quickly sewed fig-leaves.
And women have been sewing ever since.
But now they stitch to adorn the bursten fig, not to cover it.
They have their nakedness more than ever on their mind,
And they won’t let us forget it.

Now, the secret
Becomes an affirmation through moist, scarlet lips
That laugh at the Lord’s indignation.

What then, good Lord ! cry the women.
We have kept our secret long enough.
We are a ripe fig.
Let us burst into affirmation.

They forget, ripe figs won’t keep.
Ripe figs won’t keep.

Honey-white figs of the north, black figs with scarlet inside, of the south.
Ripe figs won’t keep, won’t keep in any clime.
What then, when women the world over have all bursten into affirmation ?
And bursten figs won’t keep ?

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Almost retired,and a photography addict! I own a canon 7D and 5 canon lenses. I love playing in photoshop! I’m a fan of HDR if it isn’t too overdone.I also dabble in fractal art occasionally.

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Comments

  • WOBBLYMOL
    WOBBLYMOLalmost 4 years ago

    lovely shot and treatment Sandra

  • Thanks loraine.

    – inkedsandra

  • anaisanais
    anaisanaisalmost 4 years ago

    Belli e buoni!…. Beautiful and good!!! Splendid and origina l work..

  • Grazie my dear Anna x

    – inkedsandra

  • Rafferty-Evans
    Rafferty-Evansalmost 4 years ago

    Nicely composed!

  • Thanks Lee-Anne

    – inkedsandra

  • JUSTART
    JUSTARTalmost 4 years ago

    beautiful work

  • Thanks Sylvia.

    – inkedsandra

  • sundawg7
    sundawg7almost 4 years ago
    A splendid image Sandra and like how you composed and processed it. Very well done. >Ron<
  • Thanks ron :-))

    – inkedsandra

  • Priska Wettstein
    Priska Wettsteinalmost 4 years ago

    Wonderful simple, very nice.

  • Thanks very much

    – inkedsandra

  • ErnstFettweis
    ErnstFettweisalmost 4 years ago

    Very impressive!

  • Thank you very much.

    – inkedsandra

  • sandraharris10
    sandraharris10almost 4 years ago

    Didn’t know this poem, but it is very DHL, don’t you think ? Love these fruit too, good texture image Sandra.

  • thanks Sandra,love the poen but not sure about the fruit! maybe i should bake them or something!

    – inkedsandra

  • Catherine Hamilton-Veal  ©
    Catherine Hami...almost 4 years ago

    Wonderful work Sandra, Only D H L Could write that much about a fig. LOL well done.x

  • True!! thanks catherine.

    – inkedsandra

  • duncandragon
    duncandragonalmost 4 years ago

    Great still life!

  • Thanks

    – inkedsandra

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