(Okay, so this is not the poem's pearl-white plastic spoon; it is, however, a spoon I love!)
MAN EATING
is eating yogurt. His eyes, following
the progress of the spoon, cross briefly
each time it nears his face. Time,
and the world with all its principalities,
might come to an end as prophesied
by the Apostle John, but what about
this man, so completely present
to the little carton with its cool,
sweet food, which has caused no animal
to suffer, and which he is eating
with a pearl-white plastic spoon.
Jane Kenyon
This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is Sarah Jane Barnett
with The Noise
by Lee Posna
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Some of the time it really is simple, just as it seems. xo
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is, yes!
DeleteThat was good. Thank you, Jane.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a total gem.
ReplyDeletespoonfed poetry. yum yum.
ReplyDeleteRethabile, dbs, Susan and Marylinn - thank you for coming by. My blog is something of a Quiet Zone these days. I trust you are all well. . .
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