Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VERMONT DRIED BEEF, by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY Poet's Biography First Line: I'm sure 'twould give the world relief Last Line: The supreme substance mortals know. Subject(s): Beef; Food & Eating; Vermont | ||||||||
I'M sure 'twould give the world relief To know our rule for drying beef; For forty years we cured our meat With jest the same, By Gosh! receipt; To know the good results we got Might help the world a quite a lot; A better product never yet Was on a dotted doily set The preacher et so much that dad, A-more than once, looked kinder mad. To turn the trick without default You take a quart of rocky salt, Two spoons of saltedpeter, mind, You get the skull and crossbones kind, Of Orleans sweetness jest a cup, And mix the three porportions up; You then produce five hams of beef, Or six if you had jest as lief, And have 'em trimmed by light of day And all the gristle cut away. Then get the old big wooden bowl The one the Gypsies almost stole And fit the hammy hunks in nice, Like pickles that you pack in spice, And when they lay there calm and still, A-subject to your sovereign will, You pour the mixture all around And make a wish, but not a sound, And then you set the bowl a-where A handy step will take you there. And then the strangest things begin The juice runs out, the cure-all in; A sort of infiltration starts Betwixt the mixed and meaty parts, And first you know there ain't a sign Of salt, or anything but brine; Your hasty pudding paddle then You take a little after ten Each second day, and stir the brew And turn each clod a turn or two. In jest three weeks, or four, or less, Depending on the "patroness," The brine is all absorbed away, Or, as a household bard might say, "The sea subsides and leaves a reef Of good old solid home-dried beef;" Each piece all right to be a-strung And in the backroom chamber hung The finest eating here below, The supreme substance mortals know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORATION: HALF-MOON IN VERMONT by NORMAN DUBIE THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S ANNUAL by NORMAN DUBIE THE CROWS AT 3 A.M. by STANLEY PLUMLY ALBANY BUS STATION by RUTH STONE FALL COMES IN BACK-COUNTRY VERMONT by ROBERT PENN WARREN A SNOW-STORM; SCENE IN A VERMONT WINTER by CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |
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