Pesto Genovese
"Rustic" Blueberry Pie

St. Francis and the Sow

Spiderwort buds

The bud 

stands for all things,

even for those things that don't flower, 

for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;

though sometimes it is necessary

to reteach a thing its loveliness,

to put a hand on its brow

of the flower

and retell in words and in touch

it is lovely

until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;

as St. Francis 

put his hand on the creased forehead

of the sow, and told her in words and in touch

blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow

began remembering all down her thick length,

from the earthen snout all the way

through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curve of the tail,

from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine

down through the great broken heart

to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering

from the fourteen teats to the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath

them:

the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

- Galway Kinnell


[photo: front garden spiderwort. Some call these "weeds."]

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