Came across this little tidbit by Carlos Williams while reading Our Lady of the Lost and Found:
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the iceboxand which
you were probably
saving
for breakfastForgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Somehow this little poem really captures the joy of (illicit!) eating. I am not the greatest plum fan, but reading this again makes me wish I had some ripe plums hiding out in my freezer.
Posted by pmk at July 23, 2003 6:56 AM | TrackBackso much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
right before their
death
(since we are eating this morning)
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Posted by: fa at July 30, 2003 9:19 AM