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Peter Balakian Reads Theodore Roethke

The New Yorker: Poetry

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The Poems of Minea, Food Is Never Just Food

Food appears in poems of minea, is this, you know, an ode, or do you think of it that way? Or is it, you called it a meditation, which i like that idea. You're not just praising this egg plant, which i think praise is complex. And usep has oed to the maggat, then you're thinking about the lowly thing that is huge.

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