Soup Poetry!

Haiku featured in “Serendipitous Poetry from The New York Times”

As a leftover,

the soup was equally good,

without the croutons.

Arab poet, replying to Omar Khayyam

Let Omar sing of wine and bread,

But I prefer fine soup instead.

“Soup”
by Carl Sandberg

I saw a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.

When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.

“Soup for Breakfast”
by Calef Brown

I like soup for breakfast.
That’s the way I am.
I’m not a fan
Of toast and jam,
Or griddlecakes
With eggs and ham,
Or even Cream of Wheat,
A bowl of cream of broccoli,
Now there’s a morning treat.
Coffee drinkers often scoff,
but I just laugh and sip my broth.
That’s the way my day starts off.
I like soup for breakfast.