Dear Subscriber:
Sorry! The last poem of the week had a typo in line 6. "What" should have been "that."
The correct version of the poem is as follows:
Perhaps a meal ought not bear so much weight.
A dining room is not a synagogue.
Sometimes, however, food's a pedagogue.
Sometimes one's best text is what one ate.
One finds in food the sense in many senses,
Vested in a symbol that will last.
Even as a people needs its past,
Ritual foods dismantle time's defenses.
Again, sorry for the inconvenience.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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