Food Poem- In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed (Jane Hirshfield)

In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed, the mushroom scent lingers. As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale. As a person who’s once loved completely, a country once conquered, does not release that stunned knowledge. They must want to be found, those strange-shaped, rising morels, clownish puffballs. Lichens… Read More Food Poem- In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed (Jane Hirshfield)