He’d tasted some of this, some of that,
but he never made a meal of one book,
nor had he ever feasted for days
at the banquet of an author’s oeuvre.
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flavor and texture
To speak the poem would give mouthfuls of pleasure as though eating a fine meal.
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meal,
mouth,
pleasure,
word sounds,
words
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