Allen Ginsberg’s Borsch, Joyce Carol Oates’ Easter Anise Bread, or my Chili Biscuits

Few poets, it would seem, 
are willing to claim as favorite 
any old run of the mill standard recipe
for life's love. 

This is not surprising 
when we consider the nature of the Beast: 
the poet as creator, inventor, who makes out 
of a few necessary ingredients a magic potion
to make life easier by observing.