3.11.2008

#60 - 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
-William Carlos Williams


I have not really been all that much for the sleeping lately, so I have been reading a lot of poetry from my English textbooks at, like, 3 o'clock in the morning. Here is a bonus list (because I was such a slacker this week) of some of my favorites.


  • Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing - Margaret Atwood ("My mother was raped by a holy swan. / You believe that?")
  • Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley (He was married to Mary Shelley, who wrote Frankenstein, and after he died she kept his heart in a drawer for the rest of her life.)
  • Meditations on the Declension of Beauty by the Girl with the Flying Cheek-bones - Marlene Nourbese Philip
  • 288 - Emily Dickinson (I feel a special connection with Emily Dickinson because she had an avoidant personality, and that it what I would have too, if I had a personality disorder!)
  • you fit into me - Margaret Atwood, which goes as follows:
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye


a fish hook

an open eye


Isn't that great? She is completely screwing with you! Margaret Atwood is hilarious in a creepy, creepy way.




On a completely unrelated, pretty inside-jokey note: Look at this thing!

2 comments:

A. said...

HA! You are the funniest girl I know. I'm so lucky.
Also how strange was it to wake up in a room full of Fred Clause... and other people.

M.e said...

Still all about the insomnia, hey?