“Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise.” KnowsHas BeensTwoMightTogetherStrongRoomsMorningDogPaintingSweetWallOne DayBedTablesLaysLegsWoodsDinnerSilverThis DayMatesMilkMight Have BeenRipeNoonAnother DayPeachesCerealFlawlessStrong Legs Book:Otherwise: new and selected poems Source: Otherwise: new and selected poems
“There is no doubt, that man is not built to be a carnivorous animal. What a sweet, pleasing and innocent sight is the spectacle of a table served that way and what a difference to a make up of fuming animal meat, slaughtered and dead! Man in no way has the constitution of a carnivorous being. Hunt and voracity are unnatural to him. Man has neither the sharp pointed teeth or claws to slaughter his prey. On the contrary his hands are made to pick fruits, berries and vegetables and teeth appropriate to chew them.” MenWayMadeHandsDifferencesAnimalDoubtSweetPicksBuiltSightConstitutionTablesFruitContraryTeethInnocentMeatNo DoubtAppropriateVegetablesHuntsPreyUnnaturalSlaughterClawsDead ManBerries Author:John Ray
“An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.” NightFoodSweetBedDressesTablesCookingCulinaryWarmthOrange Author:Jacques Prevert
“Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing” KnowsStillsI CanMomentsStoriesCareTodayJoySongSleepForgetMillionsLaughingCryMinesSweetTomorrowDrinkPromiseTasteSpringGloryTablesWineWinterYesterdayWho I AmWho CaresPassing AwayVinesStrawberriesCloversDandyWinter To SpringSweet Wine Author:John Denver
“Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender. Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef’s ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish. American women should themselves be boiled in water.” MenShouldWaterImaginationMillionsMinutesSweetSummerTreatsTablesMereCommitFortyDishesChefCornOutrageIngenuityOvensSuperbAmerican WomanHottestSummer DaysAmbrosiaSweet Corn Author:Rex Stout
“i love playing and chatting with children...feeding and putting them to bed with a little story, and being away from the family has troubled me throughout my...life. i like relaxing at the house, reading quietly, taking in the sweet smell that comes from the pots, sitting around a table with the family and taking out my wife and children. when you can no longer enjoy these simple pleasures something valuable is taken away from your life and you feel it in your daily work.” FeelsChildrenLittlesStoriesReadingHouseEnjoySimplePleasureTakenWifeSweetBedSittingTablesValuableSmellMy WifePotFeedingSitting AroundChattingSimple PleasuresDaily WorkSitting Around A Table Author:Nelson Mandela
“A comma . . . catches the gentle drift of the mind in thought, turning in on itself and back on itself, reversing, redoubling, and returning along the course of its own sweet river music; while the semicolon brings clauses and thoughts together with all the silent discretion of a hostess arranging guests around her dinner table.” MindTogetherCoursesSweetRiversTablesSilentDinnerGentleGuestsDiscretionClausesDinner TableArrangingHostesses Book:Tropical Classical: Essays from Several Directions Source: Tropical Classical: Essays from Several Directions
“Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.” SaidStillsHardHandsBeautifulJesusLeftHalfHappenedTeamFrontsSweetSittingTablesRaisedCupsBowlsClaireShane Author:Rachel Caine