Friday, July 1, 2011

I Wish I'd Written This

I love a good metaphor.  Read this poem for an excellent example of the use of metaphor.  She just cuts off a soft pat, spreads it around, and lets it melt into the nooks and crannies of the page. 

 
By Connie Wanek

Butter, like love,
seems common enough
yet has so many imitators.
I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,
and glimpsed what seemed like skin
beneath a corner of its wrap;
the décolletage revealed
a most attractive fat!

And most refined.
Not milk, not cream,
not even crème de la crème.
It was a delicacy which assured me
that bliss follows agitation,
that even pasture daisies
through the alchemy of four stomachs
may grace a king's table.

We have a yellow bowl near the toaster
where summer's butter grows
soft and sentimental.
We love it better for its weeping,
its nostalgia for buckets and churns
and deep stone wells,
for the press of a wooden butter mold
shaped like a swollen heart.
 
Source: Poetry (February 2000).

Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of Butter.  Click on the poet's name to learn more about Connie Wanek.

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful.
    "bliss follows agitation,
    that even pasture daisies
    through the alchemy of four stomachs
    may grace a king's table."
    What a way of justifying love! I really wish i'd written this.

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  2. This was beautiful; I loved Connie's words, such great imagery! My grandmother worked at a dairy farm; they had a daisy mold for the butter. I can see this reading this poem~ Well Done!

    I can see why you selected it :D

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  3. "Decolletage" is a weird word.

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  4. I really like this. So many vivid images contained within.

    Laughing...I don't think my waistline would think butter "an attractive fat".

    A lovely "love" poem.

    Nice selection, Danny!

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  5. A mouthwatering morsel! lol

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