- A gran hambre no hay mal pan
To a great hunger, the Spanish often say,there is no poor bread. Delicacyrules the gutter of vital randomness.What doesn't kill you—a brute cliché goes—will fatten you. Nothing mercurial about needas it forages away riches for what feeds.
Who eats silk if not the evil moth?Yet great bread prods hunger from its slothof docent meagerness. Silks routthe rough burlap, teach skin to flouttransience. Eat the finest meatand no masking sauce will lure retreat
to slop. Habit is coined in a single pleasure:a gran pan no hay mal hambre. [End Page 242]
Ricardo Pau-Llosa's most recent book of poems is The Turning. He is also an art critic and curator.