Mangos in Poetry
Like any beautiful creation of nature, the mango is a muse for some artists. Depicted in paintings dating back thousands of years, celebrated in songs of yesterday and today, and even written about in poems. Since April is National Poetry Month, we’re sharing a poem with a surprising mango connection. It just goes to show you that a mango can inspire you anywhere.
The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota
By Sean Hill
The sun isn’t even a pearl today—
its light diffused, strained gray
by winter haze—this the grayest
day so far, so when I enter the Wells
Fargo parking lot the last thing I expect
is to see the sun in the car next to mine.
I watch a woman make out with the sun,
and I’m jealous of the sun. Beautiful
beyond her desire—wanting the sun
so—she almost glows as she tugs
sweetness from his whiskers with
her teeth, and his drool runs down
her chin. I think the sun is a man,
but it’s hard to tell in this light. No,
it’s a mango, and I’m jealous of her.
Poem from Poets.org.