Today's poem comes from Peter Everwine, who has shared the red dust of the San Joaquin Valley for years with poet Philip Levine at Fresno State.The loaves are courtesy of my own Sunday: 3 cups of lukewarm water, salt, a tablespoon and a half of yeast, 6 and half cups flour. One four or five hour rise, one 40 minute rest. 30 minutes in a hot oven with steam.
NightIn the lamplight falling
on the white tablecloth
my plate,
my shining loaf of quietness.
I sit down.
through the open door
all the absent I love enter
and we eat.
3 comments:
Gorgeous, gorgeous loaves!!
Thanks for the recipe! Will make some this weekend!
Comme le poeme est beau!!!
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