This is Just To Say

I was reminded of this poem by William Carlos Williams today for absolutely no reason at all. I found out that Mr. Williams was from Rutherford, NJ, and thus deserves double mention; for being a cool poet, and for being one of the few bright spots in this Hellish inferno that I live in.

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

I didn’t know this, but he also wrote a poem we had to read in High School English.

The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

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