Sunday Poem

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


The above is my favourite poem. I love its simplicity. The image of a cold refrigerator, cold, crisp, ripe plums. I imagine that this poem was a note on the kitchen table, an apology for taking his wife's delicious breakfast, which he enjoyed. It conveys imagery, a sincere apology and an appreciation for the fruit.