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About This Poem
Copper Pans
“The lives of stone How rich they must be”
-Delphine, wife of Auguste Escoffier
Betrayed by ghosts
Alive in drifting candle smoke
Stain memories relinquished in time
Gathered in joyous gildings, now lost
Truth is not welcome
Only the essence of imagination
The essence
Of imagination
*Dedicated to the King of Chefs- Auguste Escoffier
12/29/11
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