After posting So Much To Say But Where Are The Words, I was reminded of one of my favorite poems of all time by William Carlos Williams. I’m posting it below. I’ve found a lot of emotional relief in poetry this week, caused by finding an old poetry book in my stepdad’s house and reading it in bed at night. The poems from 100 years ago remind me of the Philippines where you have a lot to say and not a lot of tools of communication to do it. The simple and yet utterly complex imagery deeply move me. I’ll post a few more of my favorite poems in the coming week. To kick it off…
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
