Thursday, December 16, 2010

Poem of the Day



 
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
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This poem always makes me smile. It is simple, playful, 
and conjures a memory of mine.  When I was a little girl, my 
Hungarian grandmother used to make homemade jam from fresh fruit: 
plums, apricots, peaches, and strawberries.  She would neatly stack 
each fruit's preserves in an old-fashioned glass jar on a shelf in her pantry.
She even organized them by the specific fruit so that when all 
jars of jam were stacked, it looked like a rainbow of vibrant reds, 
purples, and peaches.  A true country vision, though she lived in a 
Hungarian city.  This was her hobby.  When family members would visit, 
there would be plenty of jam from which to choose to spread on fresh artisan 
bread, toast, kiflis (Hungarian style crescent rolls), scoop onto vanilla ice cream, 
or simply eat several spoonfuls, my favorite version.  The plum jam was especially
tasty - sweet and tart.

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