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Sunday, November 19, 2017

Poems for Thanksgiving



Eating the Bones  by Ellen Bass
 cutting greens  by Lucille Clifton, 
 Perhaps the World Ends Here  by Joy Harjo. (on poet's walk)
Eating Together by Li-Young Lee
Perfect for Any Occasion by Alberto Ríos
 Four Sonnets About Food by Adrienne Su

link to John Ashbery: "Interesting People of Newfoundland"

Although there is no gathering on Nov. 22 at Pittsford or on Thanksgiving day at Rundel, to discuss them, a fun collection to share thanks to American Poets' site.
My favorite is the Rios.  


Perfect for Any Occasion by Alberto Ríos, 1952

1.

Pies have a reputation.
And it’s immediate—no talk of potential

Regarding a pie.  It’s good
Or it isn’t, but mostly it is—sweet, very sweet

Right then, right there, blue and red.
It can’t go to junior college,

Work hard for the grades,
Work two jobs on the side.

It can’t slowly build a reputation
And a growing client base.

A pie gets one chance
And knows it, wearing as makeup

Those sparkling granules of sugar,
As a collar those diamond cutouts

Bespeaking Fair Day, felicity, contentment.
I tell you everything is great, says a pie,

Great, and fun, and fine.
And you smell nice, too, someone says.

A full pound of round sound, all ahh, all good.
Pies live a life of applause.

2.

But then there are the other pies.
The leftover pies.  The ones

Nobody chooses at Thanksgiving.
Mincemeat?  What the hell is that? people ask,

Pointing instead at a double helping of Mr.
“I-can-do-no-wrong” pecan pie.

But the unchosen pies have a long history, too.
They have plenty of good stories, places they’ve been—

They were once fun, too—
But nobody wants to listen to them anymore.

Oh sure, everybody used to love lard,
But things have changed, brother—things have changed.

That’s never the end of the story, of course.
Some pies make a break for it—

Live underground for a while,
Doing what they can, talking fast,

Trying to be sweet pizzas, if they’re lucky.
But no good comes of it.  Nobody is fooled.

A pie is a pie for one great day.  Last week,
It was Jell-O.  Tomorrow, it’ll be cake