Monday, February 19, 2007

Ode to a Grecian Strawberry


Thou still unravish’d berry of Spring,
Thou fruit of farmers and slow labor,
Sylvan consumer, who canst thus bring
A sugary odor as sweet as its flavor:
What succulent recipes emerge from thy flesh
Of shortcakes or cobblers, or of both.
In kitchens across the expanse of Hellas?
What cakes or pies are these? What sweets?
What mad temptation? What struggle to resist?
What sighs and moans? What taste of heaven?


- Taken with inspiration from John Keats’ famous ode


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