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
:: :: ::
So April is National Poetry Month.
For the five percent of us, that is splendid.
The rest, ho hum.
I’m going to try.
Try to entice.
Give you a taste.
Small bites.
If you can’t read it
in two minutes,
I will only post a part.
But poetry is
delicious!
A Living Pencil 
So glad you’re playing *poetry* this month…. I learn from you Here’s my photo illustrating the doctor-poet’s verse ~http://hiddenart.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-just-to-say-i-have-eaten-plums.html
This William Carlos Williams poem was one of the first that my college poetry teacher introduced us to, in my first (and only) poetry class. I absolutely loved my teacher’s voice, the cadence she set whenever she read poetry to us. BUT no matter how much she explained this poem to us, I still could NOT think past the fact that this man was first a doctor and it seemed like he was just stating a fact, leaving this note for his wife. Still don’t get it. And that irritates me.
I love that poem. Last year I copied it down on the back of a grocery store receipt and stuck it to the refrigerator door. It was just begging for that.