William Carlos Williams is a famous poet
and yesterday I had his plums in my mouth.
As he died in 1963,
this statement is open to misinterpretation.
opened the fridge, or ‘icebox’, and I saw
The shine and bloom of a small bunch
Of cold red grapes in a white bowl.
Without making a conscious moral choice,
picked two out and rolled them on my tongue
Then, Keatsian to the core, I burst the grape
Against my palette and the juice spilled
And I was ... transported.
You thieving sod,
said a voice behind me,
was saving those for later.
was having a metatextual moment and,
Although small, they were delicious,
But extremely cold.
1963 was a long time ago,
so it was a draught of vintage,
in a way.
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