This Is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams 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
Per Khalid's request:The Word PlumHelen Chasin (1968)The word plum is deliciouspout and push, luxury ofself-love, and savoring murmurfull in the mouth and fallinglike fruittaut skinpierced, bitten, provoked intojuice, and tart fleshquestionand reply, lip and tongueof pleasure.Cheers to being englufed in emotion!
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.bam
SPRING AND ALLBy 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 fieldsbrown with dried weeds, standing and fallenpatches of standing waterand scattering of tall treesAll along the road the reddishpurplish, forked, upstanding, twiggystuff of bushes and small treesWith dead, brown leaves under themLeafless vines—Lifeless in appearance, sluggishdazed spring approaches—They enter the new world naked, Cold, uncertain of allsave that they enter. All about themthe cold, familiar wind—Now the grass, tomorrowthe stiff curl of wildcarrot leafone by one objects are defined—It quickens: clarity, outline the leafBut now the stark dignity of Entrance—Still, the profound changeHas come upon them: rooted, theygrip down and begin to awakenWilliam Carlos Williams (1923)
I am really starting to fall in love with William Carlos Williams. Thanks to maggieI love the poem you just put up TR, keep on posting.peace and love
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