Bowl

Definition and stakes

Portrait of Jeannette Augustus Marks Jeannette Augustus Marks,  Willow Pollen

“ Green flame of flight to the very tip!”
I looked into the bowl, wondering:
And night and dawn mingled
And sleep stirred
And the day turned in its dream,
And flame, flickering, swept the bowl’s lip.
Then I took the bowl in my two hands,
Thanking God.
But now in my bowl dawn breaks no more,
Over the bowl’s lip I hear the iron shudder of dry leaves
Beaten by frozen wind.
There is no rain to soften sleep,
No day like topaz in the sun,
I see the larch crumble to ash,—
My arms grow numb back to the very heart
Holding this bowl God gave to me!
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Joel Barlow Joel Barlow,  The Hasty-Pudding, with a Memoir on Maize or Indian Corn (1847)

“ Fear not to slaver; ’tis no deadly sin,
Like the free Frenchman, from your joyous chin
Suspend the ready napkin; or, like me,
Poise with one hand your bowl upon your knee;
Just in the zenith your wise head project,
Your full spoon, rising in a line direct,
Bold as a bucket, heed no drops that fall,
The wide-mouth’d bowl will surely catch them all.
”
Source: Wikisource

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