the cinnamon peeler... a repost  

supinefeline 50M
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1/19/2006 6:26 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

the cinnamon peeler... a repost

i love this poem so much i had to post it again

THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje


If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.

And you searched your arms

for the missing perfume.

and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter

left with no trace

as if not spoken to in an act of love

as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

__Huntress__ 55M/57F

1/19/2006 7:08 pm

This will always be one of my favorites ... but truly, you have risen to his level of purity with your writing ... you simply take my breath away ...


supinefeline 50M

1/20/2006 7:41 pm


thank you. i wonder if you ever did read any of his books? he really is a captivating writer. this poem is from "running in the family" but as i think i mentioned before, he is also the writer of "the english patient", which was an awful movie but a wonderful book.

__Huntress__ 55M/57F

1/22/2006 6:38 pm

I confess I have not read any yet ... though I promised you I would ... and I shall ... I promise ...


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