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Written by Carolyn Kizer | Create an image from this poem

Mud Soup

 1.
Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for the celery.
Had the onions, had the garlic, Borrowed carrots from the neighbor.
Had the spices, had the parsley.
One big kettle I had not got; Borrowed pot and lid from landlord.
2.
Dice the pork and chop the celery, Chop the onions, chop the carrots, Chop the tender index finger.
Put the kettle on the burner, Drop the lentils into kettle: Two quarts water, two cups lentils.
Afternoon is wearing on.
3.
Sauté pork and add the veggies, Add the garlic, cook ten minutes, Add to lentils, add to ham bone; Add the bayleaf, cloves in cheesecloth, Add the cayenne! Got no cayenne! Got paprika, salt and pepper.
Bring to boil, reduce heat, simmer.
Did I say that this is summer? Simmer, summer, summer, simmer.
Mop the floor and suck the finger.
Mop the brow with old potholder.
4.
Time is up! Discard the cheesecloth.
Force the mixture thru the foodmill (having first discarded ham bone).
Add the lean meat from the ham bone; Reheat soup and chop the parsley.
Now that sweating night has fallen, Try at last the finished product: 5.
Tastes like mud, the finished product.
Looks like mud, the finished product.
Consistency of mud the dinner.
(Was it lentils, Claiborne, me?) Flush the dinner down disposall, Say to hell with ham bone, lentils, New York Times's recipe.
Purchase Campbell's.
Just add water.
Concentrate on poetry: By the shores of Gitche Gumee You can bet the banks were muddy, Not like Isle of Innisfree.


Written by Edgar Lee Masters | Create an image from this poem

Tom Beatty

 I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney
Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Standard,
For I tried the rights of property,
Although by lamp-light, for thirty years,
In that poker room in the opera house.
And I say to you that Life's a gambler Head and shoulders above us all.
No mayor alive can close the house.
And if you lose, you can squeal as you will; You'll not get back your money.
He makes the percentage hard to conquer; He stacks the cards to catch your weakness And not to meet your strength.
And he gives you seventy years to play: For if you cannot win in seventy You cannot win at all.
So, if you lose, get out of the room -- Get out of the room when your time is up.
It's mean to sit and fumble the cards, And curse your losses, leaden-eyed, Whining to try and try.

Book: Shattered Sighs