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		<title>By: Dixon L. Creasey, Jr.</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-14612</link>
		<dc:creator>Dixon L. Creasey, Jr.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 20:31:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here&#039;s a poem about food competitions:

http://yellowfat.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/bake-off/</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s a poem about food competitions:</p>
<p><a href="http://yellowfat.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/bake-off/" rel="nofollow">http://yellowfat.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/bake-off/</a></p>
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		<title>By: Laura Helmuth</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-469</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura Helmuth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 17:29:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This Billy Collins poem is only sort of about food, but it cracks me up every time.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19797</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This Billy Collins poem is only sort of about food, but it cracks me up every time.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19797" rel="nofollow">http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19797</a></p>
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		<title>By: Amanda Bensen</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-468</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda Bensen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 15:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kim&#039;s got a new (and rather profound) food-themed poem on AMA today, I notice:

http://voices.washingtonpost.com/mighty-appetite/2009/04/stop_share_and_taste_the_poetr.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kim&#8217;s got a new (and rather profound) food-themed poem on AMA today, I notice:</p>
<p><a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/mighty-appetite/2009/04/stop_share_and_taste_the_poetr.html" rel="nofollow">http://voices.washingtonpost.com/mighty-appetite/2009/04/stop_share_and_taste_the_poetr.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Laura Helmuth</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-460</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura Helmuth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 15:37:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>M.F.K. Fisher&#039;s instructions for preparing a tangerine, from &quot;Serve it Forth&quot; 

http://cbrulee.tripod.com/wrtext/mfk.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>M.F.K. Fisher&#8217;s instructions for preparing a tangerine, from &#8220;Serve it Forth&#8221; </p>
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		<title>By: Ed</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-456</link>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 02:42:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was a knock on the door. It was meat. More food poems here:
http://www.tomatom.com/2009/02/love-poems-for-cannibals-or-vegetarians/</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was a knock on the door. It was meat. More food poems here:<br />
<a href="http://www.tomatom.com/2009/02/love-poems-for-cannibals-or-vegetarians/" rel="nofollow">http://www.tomatom.com/2009/02/love-poems-for-cannibals-or-vegetarians/</a></p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-455</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 19:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I especially like &quot;From Blossoms,&quot; by Li-Young Lee, which contains this lovely stanza:

&quot;O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.&quot;

More here:  http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171754

There&#039;s also Allen Ginsberg&#039;s trippy &quot;A Supermarket in California,&quot; in which he imagines shopping with Walt Whitman! (&quot;I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?&quot;)

And on a silly note, I&#039;ll never forget this little rhyme I learned as a child (the author is anonymous, as far as I know):

&quot;I eat my peas with honey;
I&#039;ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I especially like &#8220;From Blossoms,&#8221; by Li-Young Lee, which contains this lovely stanza:</p>
<p>&#8220;O, to take what we love inside,<br />
to carry within us an orchard, to eat<br />
not only the skin, but the shade,<br />
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold<br />
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into<br />
the round jubilance of peach.&#8221;</p>
<p>More here:  <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171754" rel="nofollow">http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171754</a></p>
<p>There&#8217;s also Allen Ginsberg&#8217;s trippy &#8220;A Supermarket in California,&#8221; in which he imagines shopping with Walt Whitman! (&#8220;I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?&#8221;)</p>
<p>And on a silly note, I&#8217;ll never forget this little rhyme I learned as a child (the author is anonymous, as far as I know):</p>
<p>&#8220;I eat my peas with honey;<br />
I&#8217;ve done it all my life.<br />
It makes the peas taste funny,<br />
But it keeps them on the knife.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Brian Wolly</title>
		<link>http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2009/04/poetry-on-the-menu/comment-page-1/#comment-453</link>
		<dc:creator>Brian Wolly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 17:40:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lisa, you left out my favorite food poem, &quot;Beans, beans...&quot; What gives?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lisa, you left out my favorite food poem, &#8220;Beans, beans&#8230;&#8221; What gives?</p>
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