Les Boulangers

Blessed be the breadmakers of la belle France
who rise before dawn to plunge their arms
into great tubs of dough. Blessed be the yeast
and its amazing redoubling. Praise the nimble
tongues of those who gave names to this plenty:
baguette, boule, brioche, ficelle, pain de campagne.
Praise the company they keep, their fancier cousins:
croissant, mille feuille, chausson aux pommes.
Praise flake after golden flake. Bless their saintly
counterparts:  Jésuit, religieuse, sacristain, pets de nonne.
Praise be to the grain, and the men who grew it. Bless
the rising up, and the punching down. The great
elasticity. The crust and the crumb. Bless
the butter sighing as it melts in the heat.
The smear of confiture that gilds the plane.
And bless us, too, O my brothers,
for we have sinned, and we are truly hungry.

 

Used by permission of the author, from her new book Les Fauves (C&R Press, 2017)

 

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Barbara Crooker

About Barbara Crooker

Barbara Crooker is the author of eight books of poetry, including Les Fauves (C&R Press, 2017) and The Book of Kells (Cascade Books, forthcoming). Radiance, her first book, won the 2005 Word Press First Book Award and was finalist for the 2006 Paterson Poetry Prize; Line Dance (2008), her second book, won the 2009 Paterson Award for Excellence in Literature. Her writing has received a number of awards, including three Pennsylvania Council on the Arts Creative Writing Fellowships, the 2004 WB Yeats Society of New York Award, and the 2003 Thomas Merton Poetry of the Sacred. She lives in Pennsylvania.
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One Response to Les Boulangers

  1. Adele Bourne says:

    Love it= worthy subject!

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