You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
- Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I am not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

-Billy Collins


  1. loved this. there is, believe or not, commonalities with my lilac post. In my case, people may come and go in my life, in fact really significant people may come and go in my life and that's fine, because I have lilacs every single May. doesn't mean people aren't important but it does mean...there are a few more things at the top of the list. thanks. great piece.

  2. I had never read this poem before. It went straight to the heart of me. Thank you for introducing us.

  3. fabulous loved it. I always want to sit there at your header fro hours on sceneery and all beloved by me sandy

  4. I loved this and loved seeing your photo over on your sisters blog.


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