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We ran a food poem once, for the explicit purpose of starting our days off with a different kind of food writing, to be read over our very first cup of coffee. After that first cup, the rest is almost always dedicated to food feature articles and recipes and headnotes, so we figured that a bit of food musing, spun into poetic form, was a welcome change of pace. 

So, then: our official first poem of Food Poem Fridays is a manifesto of sorts on the ideals of life, written by Wendell Berry. Read slowly, sip your coffee, and then head off to work. 

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry 



Tags: what we're reading, poemhunter, food poem fridays, food poem, wendell berry

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about 3 years ago pierino

pierino is a trusted source on General Cooking and Tough Love.

None better than Robert Burns' "Address to a Haggis".

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

Okay, I actually like eating lambs' "lights" and such.


about 3 years ago amysarah

amysarah is a trusted home cook.

I love the idea of Food Poem Friday. Have always loved 'This Is Just To Say' by William Carlos Williams:

Probably pretty predictable (hey, that's alliterative, must be feeling poetic now) - but so beautiful and also the opposite end of the poetry spectrum from a manifesto. Just lovely plums.


about 3 years ago thirschfeld

I couldn't be happier that you used my picture with that poem. It has been awhile since I read this poem and you don't know just how perfect it is this morning. Thanks for reminding me.


about 3 years ago Kenzi Wilbur

Kenzi is the Managing Editor of Food52.

It seems to fit perfectly, though, doesn't it?


about 3 years ago Sophia Whitney

My favorite food poem (and one of my favorite poems in general):