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A reprint

Favorites sometimes demand a repost. I love this one which I wrote at an earlier time.
For the original on which I am commenting and which William Carlos Williams wrote, click here. It is called “This is just to say.”

William Carlos Williams apologizes

William Carlos Williams apologizes

He says he regrets he ate the plums

He knows they were meant to be served for breakfast

Is he really sorry that he enjoyed his fruit?

His apology seems more than a little insincere– I think

He enjoyed his late night snack, savored its deep flavor,

He recalls the taste of his forbidden fruit with pleasure

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Cloud sightings

Quiet waters, billowing clouds © 2014 Tamara Beck

Chapter 1: I am obsessed with the clouds in the sky, sometimes fluffy, usually ephemeral, they keep me grounded as the river and the buildings across the river, the bridges, and the helicopters never do.

Cotton candy skies, sweet all the way to a

Horizon, puffs of white mounds, some as

Solid as lumps in mashed potato, some as

Wispy and light as air, forming distant

Continents, all the way to a horizon,

Spanning overhead, patch of blue peaking

Out, in between and above the sweet

Cotton candy skies, like a world

Awaiting my exploration, but just out

Of reach.

Clouds are endlessly fascinating

They turn dark and threaten a downpour,

Or float innocently, as if held up by

Invisible strings in a vast blue,

A terrain different from ours on earth,

Both solid and ethereal at once, and

Suspended, billowing, over the horizon

Heat steams the sky so

A haze settles heavily below

The clouds, little countries of

White puffs, too far off

To visit, blowing around in the

Still, still air, steamy, the

Heat, oppressive, pushing down

The sun hiding from the crown

Of clouds, as they wander

In the murk spinning yonder

White clouds etched in shaded

Grey, their shadows weighted

Eclipsed along the way, haze

Resisting the sudden breeze

So that heat is all we feel

The blue of the sky is not teal

It is a baby blue, made pale

By the blur of mist, we can rail

Against the heat, and it makes

Us hotter, still, and will not slake

Even the rain cannot defeat

Or diminish the oppressive heat.







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1drawingI wish I could draw,

I would tell you so much more

Of the sky, the clouds, that low-

Flying bi-plane overhead,

I would paint you a vision of

The ephemera of a cloud with a hole

Showing blue and closing slowly

Disappearing into itself, breaking

Apart and floating like an island

But soft and pillow-like. I would tell

You of the silica glistening off

A concrete wall, its solid shape

Holding off the sky, blue and bursting

With puffs of white, soft and pillow-

Like, over our heads, seagulls

And helicopters circling above.

The changing skyscape sketched

In quick broad strokes. Picture

This portrait of air and light

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The river in its infinite variety
Is always the same, running this
Way and that, making waves, or
Having them made on it by the
Passing boats and barges in
Their infinite variety, always
The same but different

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Portrait of Pan (in bronze)

Pan, denatured, his legs long

And spindly, holds a pipe in

One hand, the other bent,

As if broken, like his spirit.

Changed by art from sprite

Domesticated, weakened,

Watered down, and tamed

Pan, no longer himself, legs

Attenuated, devitalized, and

Thin; Pan in his decline

His arms crippled, crooked

Pan, once strong now begs

He is not piping rustic melodies

Across mountains for nymphs

To follow his wild and virile call