Found poem

Sunday, 31 May, 2015

Given that “This Is Just To Say” was written as though it were a note left on a kitchen table, William Carlos Williams was once asked what makes it a poem. He replied, “In the first place, it’s metrically absolutely regular. So, dogmatically speaking, it has to be a poem because it goes that way, don’t you see!” Critic Marjorie Perloff described it as “typography rather than any kind of phonemic recurrence”. For some scholars, “This Is Just To Say” belongs between the urinals of Marcel Duchamp and the soup tins of Andy Warhol. It’s Pop Art, in other words. In fact, the term “found poetry” was created to help categorize the phenomenon.

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

William Carlos Williams, (1883 – 1963)

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