• I used to have that poem written down everywhere- in books, on walls, etc.

    I don’t even like plums. But I love this, I love this feeling. A perfect moment of decadence, I don’t remember how I first read it but it gave me some unexplainable warm feeling that has not faded, and I just got it now!

    Maybe I just love food.

    Enjoy those plums.

    July 17, 2004
  • What I like about the poem is that it perfectly expresses the ambivalence of relationships: “I love you dearly, but these were plums!”

    July 18, 2004
  • “Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams” by Kenneth Koch

    I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
    I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
    and its wooden beams were so inviting.

    We laughed at the hollyhocks together
    and then I sprayed them with lye.
    Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

    I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
    The man who asked for it was shabby
    and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.

    Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
    Forgive me. I was clumsy and
    I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!

    July 18, 2004
  • *Laughing*
    Okay, that’s a bit more ambivalence about relationships than I was thinking of. On the other hand, I was reading your blog on polyamory, and I have to wonder if that discussion and this display of ambivalence aren’t connected. : )

    In any case, Scraps, welcome to the orchard.

    July 18, 2004
  • That’s a terrific poem. I don’t read a lot of poetry, but I know that one because of its appearance on subways in the “Poetry in Motion” series.

    July 19, 2004
  • Yes, my education was poetry-deficient, too. I did come across this one first in a graduate lit course (one of the few I took), and seeing it on the subway always makes me feel simultaneously the pleasure of recognition, and the sense that there’s so much else out there that I’m missing.

    July 19, 2004

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