Saint Strawberry by Diana Hamilton

"Why are these examples all poetry?" I asked in the early margins of Adam Phillips's Unforbidden Pleasures. Here's an example of a pleasure we're all allowed: reading Brandon Brown, who quotes John Keats's 1819 letter to his family about pleasure, in his epigraph to "Autumn" in The Four Seasons: Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - good God how fine.