- To a Rosh Hashanah Challah, and: Picasso, the Greedy Child (Le Gourmet), and: The Fava Bean Eaters
Sweet bread, stern in youreternal roundness, I sneak piecesof your crust at midnight—
for isn’t yours the sacredcircle that we want for asweet new year?
The baker infused youwith honey to make us happy,& maybe her kitchen miracle will work:
sugar the bitter, renewour sour apples in an orchardthat greens our table.
Sweet challah, you’re not my bread, not mytall Italian panettone, not my muscular panforte: you’re somebody else’s promise
for twelve months of pleasure, & as I nibbleyour wild milky eggy sugars, & lick yourwishes, tastes of the new
butter up the stiff stuff & liven withrare syrups of the desertthe staleness we want to forget. [End Page 61]
Picasso, the Greedy Child (Le Gourmet)
Edge of the table, edge of thetoo-big bowl, mouth of blue
shadow opening behind the littlestubborn one who scoops
the last spoonful ofsoup, of cream, of
sun, of dusk, ofsweet, of serious, of
now, as sheintently
hovers over a silentdapple [End Page 62]
The Fava Bean Eaters
(In memory of Gwendolyn Brooks: “They Eat Beans Mostly, This Old Yellow Pair”)
We’re dining at Frangipane—and who are theypeering through plate glass to watch us drink and eat?
We nibble gravlax, pureed fava beans,The colors here are cream & crimson, mostly.
Here’s Breton lobster salad, shall we share this?The sommelier pours wine; outside, the old
too shabby couple gazes at my yellow curls.Why do they peep—that filthy pair? [End Page 63]
Sandra M. Gilbert’s latest book of poems is Aftermath (Norton, 2011), and she is now at work on a new collection, tentatively titled “Saturn’s Meal,” from which this issue’s pieces are drawn. Several are heavily influenced by her work on her latest prose book, The Culinary Imagination: From Myth to Modernity (Norton, 2014).