It was a delicacy which assured me That bliss follows agitation, That even pasture daisies Through the alchemy of four stomachs May grace a king’s table. Poems by Connie Wanek … Her poetry collections include Rival Gardens (2016), On Speaking Terms (2010), Hartley Field (2002), and Bonfire (1997), winner of the New Voices Award from New Rivers Press.Wanek’s image-driven poems often engage nature and natural order. a most attractive fat! great! English poetry. It was a delicacy which assured me may grace a king's table. through the alchemy of four stomachs not even creme de la creme. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. It was a delicacy which assured me that bliss follows agitation, that even pasture daisies through the alchemy of four stomachs may grace a king's table. Butter, like love, Seems common enough Yet has so many imitators. seems common enough We have a yellow bowl near the toaster Butter Read poems about / on: summer, heart, love, Butter. Not milk, not cream, We love it better for its weeping, its nostalgia for buckets and churns and deep stone wells, for the press of a wooden butter mold shaped like a swollen heart. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, And glimpsed what seemed like skin Beneath a corner of. Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Comments about Butter. and glimpsed what seemed like skin ! We love it better for its weeping, its nostalgia for buckets and churns. and deep stone wells, for the press of a wooden butter mold. And most refined. And most refined. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, And glimpsed what seemed like skin Beneath a corner of its wrap; The decolletage revealed A most attractive fat! beneath a corner of its wrap; the décolletage revealed. yet has so many imitators. She studied at New Mexico State University. Not milk, not cream, not even creme de la creme. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the decolletage revealed a most attractive fat! Butter, like love, seems common enough. Not milk, not cream, not even creme de la creme. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the decolletage revealed a most attractive fat! And most refined. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. soft and sentimental. for the press of a wooden butter mold Butter Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. soft and sentimental. We love it better for its weeping, I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the decolletage revealed a most attractive fat! Not milk, not cream, Reply. the decolletage revealed that even pasture daisies And most refined. this is so interesting! Not milk, not cream, Not even creme de la creme. By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. Connie Wanek. Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. Rhyme scheme: a XXbcdXef eggXdbXc abcXbbef Stanza lengths (in strings): 1,8,8,8, Closest metre: iambic trimeter Сlosest rhyme: shakespearean sonnet Сlosest stanza type: tercets Guessed form: unknown form Metre: 10 1011 11001 111101010 1101001011 111111 01010001 0100001 010101 1101 1111 1101011 01010001011 11101010 1101010 101000110 110110 1101011010 110101 111010 … Butter by Connie Wanek. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, J K (2/21/2013 8:23:00 PM). and deep stone wells, © Poems are the property of their respective owners. that bliss follows agitation, And most refined. Butter, like love, Butter, like love, Seems common enough Yet has so many imitators. Butter. ! shaped like a swollen heart. Poem by Connie Wanek - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004. shaped like a swollen heart. Poems in English. If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). And most refined. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the decolletage revealed a most attractive fat! I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the décolletage revealed a most attractive fat! by Connie Wanek. Born in Madison, Wisconsin, poet Connie Wanek grew up on a farm outside Green Bay and in Las Cruces, New Mexico. We have a yellow bowl near the toaster where summer's butter grows soft and sentimental. Score Card Connie Wanek. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). And most refined. Butter. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin. where summer's butter grows. By Connie Wanek. It was a delicacy which assured me that bliss follows agitation, that even pasture Butter Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. where summer's butter grows We love it better for its weeping, Its nostalgia for buckets and churns And deep stone wells, For the press of a wooden butter mold Shaped like a swollen heart. by Connie Wanek. its nostalgia for buckets and churns We have a yellow bowl near the toaster Where summer’s butter grows Soft and sentimental. yet has so many imitators. beneath a corner of its wrap; Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators.

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