I found this wonderful photo for Mark Strand's Eating Poetry at a site called The International Edible Book Gallery: Tasty Samples.
What a great representation of the artist's metaphor, and jumping off point for a deeper analysis. (eating, nourishment, sustenance, etc.)
There are great offerings from all over the world on this site. Please take some time to browse. You won't be sorry.
I always said I was a voracious reader!
Eating Poetry
- Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
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