Saturday, November 15, 2014

Minimal, thanks, and you?

Here are two poems by William Carlos Williams:

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Besides these two poems I also want to share with you an email I received about a woman whose computer password was “MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento” and when asked why she chose that particular password she replied that the instructions said it must have eight characters and at least one capital. I personally think Indianapolis or Tallahassee is funnier than Sacramento but that may just be me. Also, for all readers outside the U.S., Sacramento is the capital of California, Indianapolis is the capital of Indiana, and Tallahassee is the capital of Florida, but if you pass this story along I suggest that you say Helsinki.

Why, yes, I am feeling much better. Why do you ask?


  1. Love both poems - and wish that the fridge pilferers in my home were so polite.
    And I am very, very glad to hear you are feeling better.

  2. Hmmm. Perhaps you should have the missus check your apple juice.

    The juice in my fridge
    I had just a smidge

    It tastes a bit tingly
    So I've drinken it singly

    I better go get some coffee ;-) I'm glad you're feeling better!

  3. Small works of art. Another blogging friend sent me these very poems a while ago, I had not come across them before. I like the simplicity, though at heart I am a lover of words that spin fast enough to make the eyes wobble.

    I too am gladdened to hear you are feeling better, though I must have missed that you were felling grim and therefore am coming in at the end of the film, which has a happy ending after all I'm pleased to see.

  4. Mansfield, Texas

    I have been
    To Mansfield
    South of
    Fort Worth

    It has
    two main roads in
    And two
    roads out

    Mr Brague resided
    But he left
    long ago

    by William Carlos Pudding