
The fruit that never fails
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τάων οὔ ποτε καρπὸς ἀπόλλυται οὐδʼ ἀπολείπει χείματος οὐδὲ θέρευς, ἐπετήσιος· ἀλλὰ μάλʼ αἰεὶ Ζεφυρίη πνείουσα τὰ μὲν φύει, ἄλλα δὲ πέσσει. ὄγχνη ἐπʼ ὄγχνῃ γηράσκει, μῆλον δʼ ἐπὶ μήλῳ,
Of these the fruit never perishes nor fails in winter nor in summer, but lasts all year long; and ever, always the West Wind, breathing, brings some to birth and ripens others. Pear grows ripe on pear, apple upon apple.
The marvel of the garden is spelled out: its fruit never spoils and never runs out, winter or summer. The West Wind, blowing all year, ripens one crop while it swells the next — pear following pear, apple after apple.
Now the enchantment is named outright. The fruit of this garden neither rots nor gives out, in any season; the West Wind blows the year round, and while it ripens one crop it is already starting the next. The line "pear grows ripe on pear, apple upon apple" makes the cycle almost dizzy — growth and harvest folded into one endless moment.
The undercurrent is what this abundance says about Phaeacia. A land with no winter and no hungry gap is a land outside ordinary mortal time — closer to the gods' ease than to a farmer's year. It is beautiful and it is not quite human, and that is the point: Odysseus is passing through the last marvel before he returns to a world where crops fail, seasons bite, and nothing comes without labour.
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