Thursday, August 11, 2005

This is just to say

Originally uploaded by pomgernate.

This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams

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


Sarah said...

Per Khalid's request:

The Word Plum
Helen Chasin (1968)

The word plum is delicious

pout and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmur

full in the mouth and falling
like fruit

taut skin
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart flesh

and reply, lip and tongue
of pleasure.

Cheers to being englufed in emotion!

Khalid said...

That is my second favorite poem of the day! The world on the street is that something crazy is supposed to happen to your mouth if you say it out loud.


Topher Reed said...


By the Road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the
Northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
West of the broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
and scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
With dead, brown leaves under them
Leafless vines—

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—

They enter the new world naked,
Cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
one by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline the leaf

But now the stark dignity of
Entrance—Still, the profound change
Has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken

William Carlos Williams (1923)

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Khalid said...

I am really starting to fall in love with William Carlos Williams.

Thanks to maggie

I love the poem you just put up TR, keep on posting.

peace and love