Poem For 1 April 2005: This Is Just to Say

April 1st, 2005

April is National Poetry Month. Each year for the past few years, I’ve observed this month by reading a poem every day. This year I’d like to post one poem every day during the month.

I don’t read as much poetry as I ought to. If I read more, I’d have a deeper reservoir of poetry to draw upon for these pages in this month. As it is, my collection of favorites is pretty small, but still deep enough, I hope, to fill April with at least one decent poem per day. (And yes, this is one reason I wanted to kick off the new blog in April.)

The first poem is one that I detested the first time I read it. That was back in high school and I thought I knew everything about everything. I thought this was the stupidest, most arrogant poem I’d ever read. I was just too full of myself, and my ideas of what was good to truly appreciate this poem, to hear what it was trying to say. When I came across it twenty years later, I realized it was about the purest, most vivid, and most elegant poem I’d ever seen.

This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

One way to observe National Poetry Month is to read a book of poetry.

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