Have some poetry with your coffee

Poetry, or lack of poetry in our current society, is an occasional soapbox of mine. Laura, who posted 13 poems the other week, and Katie, who requested readers' favorites, seem to be joining me. Terrific! There's room up here for all of us. I can't really choose a favorite poem, but I will cotton to preferring the modernists most of the time. ee cummings is a perennial favorite. Since I've posted one of his before, I offer instead the spare loveliness of William Carlos Williams.

This Is Just To Say
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