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AMERICAN LIFE IN POETRY: Bread Soup: An Old Icelandic Recipe

Anyone can write a poem that nobody can understand, but poetry is a means of communication. What comes more naturally to us than to instruct someone in how to do something? Here the Minnesota poet and essayist Bill Holm, who is of Icelandic paren...

Anyone can write a poem that nobody can understand, but poetry is a means of communication. What comes more naturally to us than to instruct someone in how to do something? Here the Minnesota poet and essayist Bill Holm, who is of Icelandic parentage, shows us how to make something delicious to eat.

Start with the square heavy loaf

steamed a whole day in a hot spring

until the coarse rye, sugar, yeast

grow dense as a black hole of bread.

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Let it age and dry a little,

then soak the old loaf for a day

in warm water flavored

with raisins and lemon slices.

Boil it until it is thick as molasses.

Pour it in a flat white bowl.

Ladle a good dollop of whipped cream

to melt in its brown belly.

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This soup is alive as any animal,

and the yeast and cream and rye

will sing inside you after eating

for a long time.

Reprinted from "Playing the Black Piano," Milkweed Editions, 2004, by permission of the author. Copyright 2004 by Bill Holm.

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