Poetry

[triskellian]

Today is National Poetry Day, apparently. Five minutes on the site hasn't made me any the wiser about what I'm supposed to do to mark the occasion, but it has revealed that the theme is food. Thirty seconds talking to the girl at the next desk reveals that we can each remember one poem about food (and, oddly, we each know the one the other remembers).

I thought of Wendy Cope's The Uncertainty of the Poet:

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

And she thought of This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Can you guys with your collective wisdom tell me some more poems about food? Or if you're feeling creative, write one ;-)

Comments

[arralethe.livejournal.com]

One can only assume you mean the tune as sung by Alan Bennett :)

[bibliogirl.livejournal.com]

No idea, actually. We did a musical version of "Alice in Wonderland" at (middle) school and bits of it are still wedged in my brain. Maybe not quite so firmly as some bits of "Wind In The Willows" from the following year, but...