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 don't know why, but i fell in love with this poem by william carlos williams when we read it for my american lit class. it speaks so personally to needs, wants, and unfulfilled desires, and paints such a beautiful picture of genuine sorrow vs acute want in my head. i don't feel the need to say more. so enjoy.
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