Author Ho Xuan Huong I am like a jackfruit on the tree. To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh: the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes, but oh, I warn you against touching -- the rich juice will gush and stain your hands Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich Anonymous submission. Tags tree warning Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments