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.
William Carlos Williams
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♥ ♠ ♦ ♣ Mundane magic & ordinary Illusion ♣ ♦ ♠ ♥
- M.W. Nolden
- New Jersey, United States
- A lapsed artist, former retail visual merchandiser, now retired museum collections technician & mount fabricator with a slightly more than passing interest in photography…
"That’s what magic is, of course. Something that looks ordinary until it isn’t. Nothing but a hat, until a rabbit comes out of it. Meaning where you didn’t think to look, until you did. A miracle no one else can see, but you."
George Snyder
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5 comments:
Best. Poem. Ever.
Would you believe: I've been thinking of this lovely poem recently, too? It's included in a book of poems for children that I own...the watercolor illustration is perfect.
If you lay the pit of a juicy plum you've just sliced (or eaten out of hand) on a paper towel, you can watch a little miracle unfold: the juice spreads through the fibers of the paper towel, changing color as it goes. All those beautiful purples and pinks, a touch of yellow...with midnight blue at the outer edge of the stain-blossom.
(Yes, yes, I am easily entertained.)
Roman: Well, the best modern poem… It's so completely simple, yet astoundingly rich & complex. (Boy, does that ever sound pretentious.)
Yvonne: it's because we've been discussing plum cake…
(I'm easily entertained as well. Remember I can stare at moving water for hours.)
Best modern poem? What, like one of those old chestnuts about Hiawatha or the Charge of the Light Brigade can beat it?
lovely!
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