Poetry is to prayer as wheat to bread. Alas too few poets have strawberry jam.
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Joan of Arc ate quince jam before battle as it gave her courage.
I’ve had quince jam and judge it to be fine, but it’s not strawberry.
There’s a Finnish saying: “Sweden is a blueberry, but Finland is a strawberry.”
How I wander.
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The soldiers who survived the Crusades brought jam to France. Many of them were blind. I picture them tramping over hostile terrain, sightless, clutching jars in their arms.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
