This Is Just To Say

I just wanted to share another one of my favourite poems, This Is Just To Say. It was written by William Carlos Williams in the form of an apology to his wife, Florence. Every time I read it, I imagine Florence going to the fridge and finding this poem posted on its door. I imagine her reading the verses and smiling at her husband's cheek and talent. How could she not forgive someone who wields words so well they make magic?

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