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
via smitten kitchen
Coming as soon as I can turn the oven on again.
Looks like a plum clafoutis!
ReplyDeletei love that poem so much.
ReplyDeletebut i like you better.
oh! one of my favorite poems. mmmmmm
ReplyDeletethat photo is yummy!
ReplyDeletei loved reading this poem on the train when it was part of the mta's poetry in motion campaign. dear fresh stone fruit, i miss you lots.
ReplyDeleteGreat blog you have hhere
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