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Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Cooks

Herbs, garlic, 
cheese, please let me in! 
Souffles, salad, 
Parker House rolls, 
please let me in! 
Cook Helen, 
why are you so cross, 
why is your kitchen verboten? 
Couldn't you just teach me 
to bake a potato, 
to bake a potato, 
that charm, 
that young prince? 
No! No! 
This is my county! 
You shout silently. 
Couldn't you just show me 
the gravy. How you drill it out 
of the stomach of that bird? 
Helen, Helen, 
let me in, 
let me feel the flour, 
is it blinding and frightening, 
this stuff that makes cakes? 
Helen, Helen, 
the kitchen is your dog 
and you pat it 
and love it 
and keep it clean. 
But all these things, 
all these dishes of things 
come through the swinging door 
and I don't know from where? 
Give me some tomato aspic, Helen! 
I don't want to be alone.

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Poet: Anne Sexton
Poem: The Fury Of Cooks
Volume: The Death Notebooks
Year: Published/Written in 1974
Poem of the Day: Feb 13 2013

Comment 1 of 1, added on January 27th, 2006 at 12:00 PM.

hey so how are you today? thank you for sending me that poem!

amber from United States

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