So much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
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
--both by William Carlos Williams
When I read "So Much Depends Upon," I imagine a child's brightly colored drawing of the scene, a crude wheelbarrow, clumsy chickens, and crayon-point raindrops in the air, the essence of simple beauty and its importance. Beauty is truth; truth is beauty.
When I read "This is Just to Say," I, of course, see a note on a refrigerator. (The drawing from "So Much" could be magnetted to the refrigerator, too.) I am always overwhelmed by the sensory, sensual power of these few words. "Plum" is such a great word. It makes us see both purple and plump.
Another great thing about these poems is that people usually love 'em or hate 'em. I used "So Much Depends On" in the play "Saturday Night at the Blue Moon Grille," and all Virge could think to say about it was, "it don't rhyme." But Beth felt enough about its beauty to use it in her valedictory address.
In case you're wondering, I'm looking for some reactions.
Rehearsal went really well last night. I am really proud of the cast of ARTHUR REDUX.
"Today is Tuesday, you know what that means, we're gonna have a special guest!!" Who can provide the source for this quote.
Oh dear, do you want the specific Mouseketeer??
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