define the poem fruit of the flower by countee cullen?

Answer 1

The poem is one of his most suggestive:

The first two verses talk about how plain and puritanical the parents are.

The next states in effect that the son has seen his "old" dad in his eyes, and has seen his mother quiver at the sight of a good looking person.

Why do his parents think it's weird that the son is compelled to dance in the rain naked?

The last verses basically say, why do they think it's odd that all his poetry is about love...

And then he says, when you have a kid they'll be like you...so why be ashamed when his "fruit" (penis) gets filled with blood...(aroused).

i.e. He suggests that his parents were like that once.

Overall, the definition I would say is remember what you were like before you criticize.

Answer 2

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My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his days. My mother's life is puritan, No hint of cavalier, A pool so calm you're sure it can Have little depth to fear. My father is a calm man, with his steady ways and sober personality. If I should compare him with something, I'd compare him with a folded fan. His nights and days are no different, they're the same to him. My mother's life is mechanical. She's not a royal woman. She's a calm pool, but you can sure tell that it has a 'depth of fear'. And yet my father's eyes can boast How full his life has been; There haunts them yet the languid ghost Of some still sacred sin. But my father's eyes are so full of a 'spirit', a sin that haunts him. And though my mother chants of God, And of the mystic river, I've seen a bit of checkered sod Set all her flesh aquiver. I'm quite sure you understand this one. A 'sod' is an artificial layer of grass and 'aquiver' means 'in a state of excitement'. Why should he deem it pure mischance A son of his is fain To do a naked tribal dance Each time he hears the rain? Why should he say that it's bad luck that his son is happy to do a naked tribal dance each time he hears the rain? Why should she think it devil's art That all my songs should be Of love and lovers, broken heart, And wild sweet agony? I'm sure you understand this one too. Who plants a seed begets a bud, Extract of that same root; Why marvel at the hectic blood That flushes this wild fruit? The one who plants a seed must grow a bud. The last two lines refer to the author (Why should people be amazed at me, seeing that I'm the son of so and so parents?).