C.T. Wagoner on sat 15 jul 00
I saw this in Studio Potter some years ago. My apologies if it was already
posted.
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This flat plate. This ladle and bowl.
Clay whirled on a wheel, raised slowly to the table.
Straight and curved, our primal gestures
take and give - speak about
the way we stand and breathe.
Every leaf is a saucer for the bread,
Every falling drop prepares its cup.
Always we are eating and drinking earth's body,
making her dishes.
Potters like sun and stars
preform their art -
endowed with the myth,
they make the meal holy.
M.C. Richards
1983
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