Saturday, November 12, 2005

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

Basically one of my favorite poets, and poems, ever.


Benjamin said...

That's a very nice poem, Mara. I like plums, too. Those aren't some kind of Freudian plums, are they? I mean, plums can be used to represent all sorts of things. Or is that reading too much into it? Either way, it's a very sweet (ahem) poem.

Mara said...

These are verbatim plums; he wrote the poem to his wife.

It's just what it sounds like which is one reason I like it.