You arrived with sixteen gladioli
to pay respects to the dead.
Under my gaze, the colors live
a secret life.
For food we need only
beauty on a plate.
In the morning: saffron.
For lunch: violets with mussels.
In the evening: pollen from sixteen gladioli.
Food is love as yet unborn.
On the table, among your flowers,
the body of the Lord,
offering itself eternally to all.
translated by Adam J. Sorkin & Inger Johansson