The Host
A poem by William Carlos Williams
According to their need,
this tall Negro evangelist
(at a table separate from the
rest of his party);
these two young Irish nuns
(to be described subsequently);
and this white-haired Anglican
have come witlessly
to partake of the host
laid for them (and for me)
by the tired waitresses.
It is all
(since eat we must)
made sacred by our common need.
The evangelist’s assistants
are most open in their praise
though covert
as would be seemly
in such a public
place. The nuns
are all black, a side view.
The cleric,
his head bowed to reveal
his unruly poll
dines alone.
My eyes are restless.
The evangelists eat well,
fried oysters and what not
at this railway restaurant. The Sisters
are soon satisfied. One
on leaving,
looking straight before her under steadfast brows,
reveals
blue eyes. I myself
have brown eyes
and a milder mouth.
There is nothing to eat,
seek it where you will,
but of the body of the Lord.
The blessed plants
and the sea, yield it
to the imagination
intact. And by that force
it becomes real,
bitterly
to the poor animals
who suffer and die
that we may live.
The well-fed evangels,
the narrow-lipped and bright-eyed nuns,
the tall,
white-haired Anglican,
proclaim it by their appetites
as do I also,
chomping with my worn out teeth:
the Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want.
No matter how well they are fed,
how daintily
they put the food to their lips,
it is all
according to the imagination!
Only the imagination
is real! They have imagined it,
therefore it is so:
of the evangels,
with the long legs characteristic of the race—
only the docile women
of the party smiled at me
when, with my eyes
I accosted them.
The nuns—but after all
I saw only a face, a young face
cut off at the brows.
It was a simple story.
The cleric, plainly
from a good school,
interested me more,
a man with whom I might
carry on a conversation.
No one was there
save only for
the food. Which I alone,
being a poet,
could have given them.
But I
had only my eyes
with which to speak.
“The Host,” by William Carlos Williams. From The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams Volume II: 1939-1962.