The Peasant Declares His Love
I am currently reading “Choice Cuts: a miscellany of food writing” edited by Mark Kurlansky and I had to share this poem by Emile Roumer with you.
I’m not sure whether I would feel entirely flattered to be the recipient of this type of poetry but to each his/her own, I suppose
High-yellow of my heart, with breasts like tangerines,
you taste better to me than eggplant stuffed with crab,
you are the tripe of my pepper-pot,
the dumpling in my peas, my tea of aromatic herbs.
You are the corned beef whose customhouse is my heart,
my mush with syrup that trickles down my throat.
You are a steaming dish, mushrooms cooked with rice,
crisp potato fries, and little fish fried brown…
My hankering for love follows you wherever you go.
Your bottom is a basket full of fruits and meat.
- translated from the French by John Peale Bishop, c. 1930
January 25th, 2008 at 7:47 pm
I wouldn’t be entirely flattered either but it makes for a great read! Sounds like a really interesting book.
February 5th, 2008 at 2:17 am
It sounds delicious.