Question

describe an indian Goblin market by using some of our local indian fruit names in your poem​

Answer 1

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Goblin Market (composed in April 1859 and published in 1862) is a narrative poem by Christina Rossetti. The poem tells the story of Laura and Lizzie who are tempted with fruit by goblin merchants.[1] In a letter to her publisher, Rossetti claimed that the poem, which is interpreted frequently as having features of remarkably sexual imagery, was not meant for children. However, in public Rossetti often stated that the poem was intended for children, and went on to write many children's poems. When the poem appeared in her first volume of poetry, Goblin Market and Other Poems, it was illustrated by her brother, the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

Answer 2

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Plump unpeck’d cherries,

Melons and raspberries,

Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches,

Swart-headed mulberries,

Wild free-born cranberries,

Some of the adjectives here are antiquated, but you get the sense of ripeness and fullness in words like "plump," "bloom," and "wild." Let's look at another passage from the same scene, where the goblin vendors are selling their fantastic fruit:

Our grapes fresh from the vine,

Pomegranates full and fine,

Dates and sharp bullaces,

Rare pears and greengages,

Damsons and bilberries,

Taste them and try:

Currants and gooseberries,

Bright-fire-like barberries,

Figs to fill your mouth,

Citrons from the South,

Sweet to tongue and sound to eye;

Come buy, come buy.

Again, we get the feeling of ripeness and freshness, but also of abundance ("full and fine," "figs to fill your mouth.") We also understand here that the fruit isn't only ripe and tasty, it's also beautiful to look at ("bright-like-fire" and "sound to eye.") In Rossetti's description, it's both the appearance of the fruit and the taste of it that tempt the sisters.

Rossetti's appealing presentation of the fruit is only emphasized by the following scene, in which Laura tastes the fruit.

She dropp’d a tear more rare than pearl,

Then suck’d their fruit globes fair or red:

Sweeter than honey from the rock,

Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,

Clearer than water flow’d that juice;

She never tasted such before,

How should it cloy with length of use?

She suck’d and suck’d and suck’d the more

Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;

She suck’d until her lips were sore

Needless to say, this isn't your average experience of eating a fruit salad for lunch. Laura's feasting on the fruit is practically a moment of ecstasy.