This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
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 (1883-1963)
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Yummmm they look so good.
ReplyDeleteThey wouldn't make it to our icebox either (I'm glad there was one for each of you).
ReplyDeleteI so deeply admire the way you are able to find the perfect poem for your perfect moments.
Delicious post in every possible way, Nan.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved that little poem! I hope the plums you harvested were as delicious as WCW's.
ReplyDeleteI do so love the poem. I picture him up late at night reading. He gets hungry and heads to the 'icebox.' He sees the plums, eats them heartily, and then thinks 'uh oh' and leaves her a note next to the empty plate. :<)
ReplyDeletePerfect poem for the plums! I'll bet they were delicious!!
ReplyDeleteThis makes me remember
ReplyDeletethe pear tree I planted last Spring.
Took a picture
because it produced 8 pears.
None this year :)
Something we grow
always taste so good...
Always a favorite.
ReplyDeleteAll respect to William, but I like them warmed by the sun
ReplyDeleteYours are such a beautiful color~
Plummy pics and one of my favourite poems, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove your little plum memoir and the poem.
ReplyDeleteI remember being fooled by the seeming simplicity of this poem when it was first assigned in a high school class. And now, all these very many years later, I keep remembering the poem. It never left me.
ReplyDeleteThe Japanese beetles have destroyed the leaves of the plum tree this year. I wonder if the appearance of fruit is connected in any way. Last gasp? Maybe the tree thought it was dying? (And I sure hope it doesn't).
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