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The Fruit Pages say the plum is “a soft round smooth-skinned sweet fruit with sweet flesh and a flattish pointed stone.” Perfectly adequate description, but a poet can do so much more.
In honor of National Poetry Month, an ode to one of my favorite fruits from one of my favorite poets …
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
William Carlos Williams
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It seems appropriate for the title of this post to introduce National Poetry Month by paraphrasing the opening line of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Maybe because it is the cruelest month, the Academy of American Poets (poets.org) picked April as National Poetry Month. Whatever the reason, the party starts today and continues all month.
Share in the celebration by visiting poets.org to participate in:
Whether you want to celebrate online or in person at book stores, poetry readings, libraries, or slams, there are hundreds of events planned across the country. To find out what’s going on near you, visit the National Poetry Map.
Poets.org has more planned. Visit the National Poetry Month page for all the details.
Away with Words