the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
William Carlos Williams
Basically one of my favorite poets, and poems, ever.
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For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This persective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. (Souza)
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2 comments:
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.
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.
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