And so, on the occasion of the birthday of a beloved friend (someone I have known and loved since she was nine years old) and in honor of the herb bed I planted as a gift, which she and her beloved will eventually see, and enjoy, I hope...planted in very hot sun, on a very humid day, in very poor soil that needed lots of amending, with no hose connection meaning I had to make many trips in and out of the kitchen with buckets of water (and you can see where this is going)...
I present this poem, with apologies and thanks to that genius of compression, poet and physician, who knew a thing or two about Chief Complaints, William Carlos Williams. Even as I went rifling through drawers in search of a corkscrew, this poem went running through my mind--either as excuse, or confession. I'm not quite ready to discuss the fruit tart...
Perhaps I should write an entire series, for wayward (but literary) houseguests...Tis the season, after all.
This Is Just To Say
I have uncorked
that was in
you were probably
for a party
it was delicious
and so gold
Happy Birthday Dear J....
And here's the original, for you English majors. Isn't it marvelous?
|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