Onions
by William Matthews
(published in his Selected Poems and Translations, 1969-1991, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1992)
How easily happiness begins by
dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter
slithers and swirls across the floor
of the sauté pan, especially if its
errant path crosses a tiny slick
of olive oil. Then a tumble of onions.
This could mean soup or risotto
or chutney (from the Sanskrit
chatni, to lick). Slowly the onions
go limp and then nacreous
and then wha...
Published on October 09, 2024 04:30