Today we are enjoying a poem by Elle Cordova. Brands These Daysby Elle CordovaLookOur product is delicious, nutritious, highly ambitiousSuspiciously rich and richly prodigiousMicrowavable, waste reclaimableFree of cruelty, green, sustainableOver the counter, under the tableFarm to town and barn to ladleMust be true; it’s right on the labelWe’re not a commodity; we’re a stapleWe’re plant-based, […]
Category: Poetry
Ash Wednesdayby T. S. Eliot Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-treeIn the cool of the day, having fed to sateityOn my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained In the hollow round of my skull. And God saidShall these bones live? shall theseBones live? And that which had been […]
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the […]