No Cheese
by Bill Yarrow
I.
My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
My persiflage consisted of no leitmotif
My future consisted of a ravenous Terpsichore
II.
My supper consisted of a violin
My marriage consisted of a leitmotif
My persiflage consisted of ravening Terpsichores
My future consisted of no cheese
My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
My persiflage consisted of no leitmotif
My future consisted of a ravenous Terpsichore
II.
My supper consisted of a violin
My marriage consisted of a leitmotif
My persiflage consisted of ravening Terpsichores
My future consisted of no cheese
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in Moria. Thanks, Bill Allegrezza.
This poem appears in "Critique of Pure Dreaming" (free download at academia.edu).
epigraph:
How strange are dreams! I dreamed the other night
A dream that made me tremble,
Not with fear, but with a kind of strange reality;
My supper, though late, consisted of no cheese.
“How Strange Are Dreams” by J. Gordon Coogler
"A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman who has lost an eye."
—Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology of Taste (translation by Fayette Robinson).
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Only in your dreams can you eat a violin...
I like the surreal balance – now there’s a paradox – in this piece, Bill. Nice work. *
No cheese for supper, no cheese ever? Why, that's terrible! *
Huh. Interesting piece.
(though I had to look up 'Terpsichore')
I like how you create the European feel with the form reminiscent of some of its favorite surreal authors as well as with the subject matter.
Thank you, Amanda, Sam, Jake, Sally, and Tantra for reading, commenting, and liking!