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George Herbert and Mark Strand

In all literary genres, the lyric poem is the least changeable. Its themes are rooted in the continuity of human subjectivity and from antiquity has assumed a connection between privacy and universality. Poetry reminds us of what we are inside; the facts of history tell us what has surrounded who we are. When I wrote “Pot Roast,” I was reporting on what I saw out the window: no living thing. That was real. But other parts of the poem, like lifting my fork, never happened. Even tasting the things I say I taste . . . I never tasted them. I merely copied the recipe from The Joy of Cooking, which was the only cookbook my mother had in our house. So I did lean on the real, but the urgency of the poem doesn’t really depend on it. – Mark Strand