Ana had never tried an artichoke until she found this poem. Matt's family didn't eat them and Matt had never learned to appreciate the exotic vegetable. It does take a bit of skill, after all.
After Ana asked Matt about the images in the poem, they bought an artichoke and spent a fun evening cooking and eating it and discussing the poem. Ana loved the "bronzy, winter-kissed tips," as the poet put it. Once Matt explained the simile, they discussed Marilyn Monroe and the Buddha and looked up "Cynara" (all mentioned in the poem) as they shared their exotic appetizer.
Now, Ana likes artichokes.
Matt doesn't care for them.
"The First Artichoke," by Diane Lockward*
*Note: This page has closed, alas. To find it another way please see the workaround.
For more of Ana's favorite poems, which lots of people enjoy as well, please scroll a good way down the column on the right until you reach the photo of the LOVE sculpture. There are lots of lovely poems there!
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