One of the pleasures of poetry is rolling a particularly juicy turn of phrase over your tongue, like savoring a tidbit of something delicious. So it was maybe inevitable that my friends and I should wind up comparing our favourite (and not-so-favourite) poets to different kinds of cuisine. It started with a friend’s joking comparison of TS Eliot and Robert Frost to “steak” vs “rice crackers.” Ever the contrarian, I replied that I prefer Frost, because TS Eliot is like the cook who compulsively... Read more