Theme

So, to break things up, I'd like to post some more poetry here; eventually, I'm going to run out, and then I'm not going to have any choice but to read more and more of it!

I've really been enjoying re-reading William Carlos Williams lately, because even his simplest poems are wrought with humor and humanity. My favorite:

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.

This poem in particular, though, sparked a tongue-in-cheek movement, characterized by this response by Kenneth Koch:

Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams

1
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

2
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

3
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.

4
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!