"The vat of oil must haze the air,
the batter sticky but slick.
He pipes it gently through the nozzle.
Spatulas dance as it ripples
in ring after fizzing golden ring..."
from "Chocolate con churros", The Knives of Villalejo (Eyewear Publishing, 2017)
I want to mention apparent allusions that have struck me in two recent
poems. One is in A Bird Called Elaeus, David Constantine’s brilliant book
of version...
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