Welcome to the “largest literary celebration in the world,” otherwise, known as National Poetry Month. April also marks the birthday of William Shakespeare.
What does any of this have to do with food? We’re glad you asked. Read on.
Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure; Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starvèd for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.