Strange Fruit-Billie Holiday

Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear
a strange fruit Blood on the leaves,
blood at the root Black bodies swinging
in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging
from the poplar tree. Pastoral scene
of the gallant South The bulging eyes,
and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia,
cool and fresh And the smell
of the burning flesh. Here is the fruit
for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather,
for the wind to suck For the sun to rot,
for a tree to drop Here is a strange
and bitter crop. So strange So strange


Blogger Kaloni said...

Ah! Que gozada, Billie Holiday cuando era escoltada por Eddie Heywood, que momentos.
Que bueno, DaliaNegra, que bueno.

Un beso.

8:15 a. m.  

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