Linda Pastan (1932 - / New York / United States)
Poems by Linda Pastan : 9 / 20
Petit Dejeuner
I sing a song
of the croissant
and of the wily French
who trick themselves daily
back to the world
for its sweet ceremony.
Ah to be reeled
up into morning
on that crisp,
buttery
hook.
Linda Pastan
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: song, world
Poems by Linda Pastan : 9 / 20
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Yes, only not as easy to pronounce as bagel.
Funny, rich ('who trick themselves daily') and sweet. I like it.