Saturday, November 22, 2014

Food Poetry: "Perhaps the World Ends Here"

I had other blogging ideas today, but I started reading the Poetry Foundation's list of Thanksgiving poems, and actually enjoying some of them. I'm not much of a poetry reader unless they really grab me!

Here's one that I really liked:

Perhaps the World Ends Here

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.

This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

Source: Poetry Foundation

Doris Lee, "Thanksgiving" (1935)


Debra Eliotseats said...

I love her. She is a native of Tulsa! Have had the pleasure of hearing her read once.

~~louise~~ said...

I can see why this poem captivated you Mae. Thanks for sharing...