![]() Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,įor the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, ![]() The song Strange Fruit, written by Able Meerpol but made famous by Billy “Lady Day” Holiday is an odd anthem of subversion, did more harm to Billie and Able than it did to the subject of their song. Pastoral scene of the gallant South,įinally it unleashes a cry, both of sadness and outrage combined to end with a thunderous and sudden finality. It grows to pick up an air of cynical arrogance, as if stating with hateful observance something that should be obvious without saying. ![]() Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Southern trees bear a strange fruit,īlood on the leaves and blood at the root,īlack body swinging in the Southern breeze, It starts slowly, like a mutter, but saunters along at a low tone like a slow sad ballad.
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