The Woman In White Said – 3. About Chicken-Soup

If I would scoop down love

the way this child does the chicken-soup

at every fancy wedding, –

I would be saved.

(A stolen bread-crumb is sweeter

to a beggar’s belly, they say, as

the rightful tenderloin to the sated lord.

But not many have tried both before…)

Love feeds you like chicken-soup,

if the soul rumbles and

snatches the spoon, and laps it

at a fancy feast,

uninvited or not, that’s besides the point.

But dread rules over me, and I’m still famished.

It’s a cowardly stinginess:

I don’t even have a spoon!

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