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
Ok, I admit to eating the plums primarily to post that poem, I could have had an apple or banana instead. Surprisingly enough, despite studying Literature for 4 years at University, thats the only Wiliam Carlos Williams poem Ive read. Luckily there are still a few plums left to eat whilst I google him.
I love the unrepentent tone of the poem, sure hes admitting to eating your breakfast and asking for forgiveness but at the same time he's painting you a picture of just what you missed, rubbing it in so to speak. "Forgive me" but this is what you missed out on, the softness, the sweetness, the deliciousness, which implies that he isnt particularly sorry in the slightest.
