July 2010
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pasta with breadcrumbs - recipe in a poem
by Elizabeth Zezza, a student learning the English Language
The wayfarer eats what’s offered him
in exchange for a tale or a song.
There’s no food that can harm him,
since encounters heal
just like songs do, and tales, too.
It happened once, around noontime,
that the wayfarer, invited in,
was asked to sit
on a low, white stone wall,
under the shade of a creeping vine,...
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On a balmy midsummer evening
From Thirteen Ways with Figs, By Michelle, on Peony Moon blog:
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On a balmy midsummer evening, wrap up your al fresco meal
at the warped wooden table under the plane tree
with blistered grilled figs, spoonfuls of soft mascarpone
drizzled with orange blossom and rose water.
Smell the mimosa.
Don’t wipe the sugary smudge from your chin.
Carry the sated silence to bed.
The original...
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Figs by D.H. Lawrence
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.
Then you throw away the skin
Which is just like a four-sepalled calyx,
After you have taken off the blossom, with your lips.
But the vulgar way
Is just to put your mouth to the crack, and take out...
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