Poetry Corner

I have had occasion to run into one of my favorite poems ever. I reprint it here.

This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams

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

Now I'll get back to slaying elk with my bare hands and building houses with many strong and expensive power tools and other manly things that have nothing to do with reading short, modern, love poems. Because I'm all man. Soft, pretty, emotional man.