From Galway Kinnell's sonnet "Blackberry Eating,"

the ripest berries

fall almost unbidden to my tongue,

as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words

like strengths or squinched,

many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,

which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well,

in the silent, startled, icy, black language

of blackberry-eating in late September.