One more memorable poem by WCW--a famous one, which I imagine
began as a note typed to his wife, which turned into a poem. Was it a
fair trade?--this poem for the plums she was saving??
This Is Just to Say
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
Tone: Is he really sorry? Apologetic? Triumphant? Smug? Tactful?
Amused? Good humored?
Is this a real poem? What makes it worthwhile?