Saturday, June 23, 2007
I just finished...
...Mothering Mother. As I was finishing the book, I recalled a poem I first read when I was in junior high:
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
William Carlos Williams, "This is Just to Say" from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume I, 1909-1939, edited by Christopher MacGowan. Copyright © 1938, 1944, 1945 by New Directions Publishing Corporation.
I found the poem in an anthology in our school library. I was so thrilled with it I looked my best friend up in the library and insisted that she read it.
As we sat silently side by side at a formica table contemplating the poem, she whispered the following joke to me: "What do you get when you run a bird over with a lawn mower? Shredded Tweet."
We both exploded into laughter and were excused from the library for the rest of the period. Her reaction to the poem, her in-exchange offer and being kicked out of the library for laughing strengthened our frienship beyond measure. Somehow, as I close this book, I feel as though I've just spent yet another intimate session in the library with Cynthia, sharing thought provoking poems, silence, horribly funny jokes, laughter and a touch of scandal.
More...
...later.
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
William Carlos Williams, "This is Just to Say" from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume I, 1909-1939, edited by Christopher MacGowan. Copyright © 1938, 1944, 1945 by New Directions Publishing Corporation.
I found the poem in an anthology in our school library. I was so thrilled with it I looked my best friend up in the library and insisted that she read it.
As we sat silently side by side at a formica table contemplating the poem, she whispered the following joke to me: "What do you get when you run a bird over with a lawn mower? Shredded Tweet."
We both exploded into laughter and were excused from the library for the rest of the period. Her reaction to the poem, her in-exchange offer and being kicked out of the library for laughing strengthened our frienship beyond measure. Somehow, as I close this book, I feel as though I've just spent yet another intimate session in the library with Cynthia, sharing thought provoking poems, silence, horribly funny jokes, laughter and a touch of scandal.
More...
...later.