This Is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams
This Is Just to Say
William Carlos WilliamsI have eaten
the plums
that were in
the iceboxand which
you were probably
saving
for breakfastForgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
MARGINALIA
I imagine coming home to this note. I imagine finding you, asleep on the couch, fruit stains on your fingers. I imagine smoothing the hair that curls on your forehead. How an entire universe resides on that touch.
ABOUT WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
William Carlos Williams was born the first of two sons of an English father and a Puerto Rican mother of French, Dutch, Spanish, and Jewish ancestry, and he grew up in Rutherford, New Jersey. He was a medical doctor, poet, novelist, essayist, and playwright. With Ezra Pound and H.D., Williams was a leading poet of the Imagist movement and often wrote of American subjects and themes. Though his career was initially overshadowed by other poets, he became an inspiration to the Beat… (more)
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