This is Just to Say

this is just to say William Carlos Williams
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

This is just to say...what?

So, I solely chose this poem because it was so simple...? It is confusing me how simple it is.
I feel like there is some crazy, metaphorical deeper meaning that I should pick out, but i think it is just about...eating plums that didn't belong to the writer?

Can I be a poet now? I'm pretty sure I can write something like this...unless I am toally missing the point.

There is much more I can say about the content of the poem, it is like an apologetic note you leave on the kitchen counter for eating something in the fridge you knew belonged to someone else.

I guess I can talk about the structure, which is also very simple. The poem is three stanzas and there are four lines each. There is no rhyme scheme or rhythm. I noticed the second stanza is not capitalized, but I'm pretty sure that is because it is part of a sentence.

I think that about covers it...

Many Red Devils...

Many red devils . . .
Stephen Crane
Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page.
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart.

I immediately recognized the Stephen Crane wrote this poem because of his creepy style! He wrote "Untitled," and I interpreted that the poem was about depression. It is interesting, because after reading this poem, my perspective kind of changed about the main point of his other poem.

I think that this poem is autobiographical and it made me realize that Crane must be...a little messed up? I don't know how to explain...but he reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe, because both are interesting, great writers but they have, weird disturbing styles or topics. The poem "Untitled" may not be about depression because Crane is naturally dark, and it wasn't something that he just wrote about once, not I realize all his poems are like that!

Anyway, I think this poem is about Crane getting his angst, anger, depression, and "dark thoughts" out. Instead of normal people going for a jog or venting to their friends, Crane uses poetry as an outlet, and let his "red devils" go.

On a side note, for some reason it suprised me that Stephen Crane's writing is so old!He is from the late 1870's and I totally thought he was a "new age" writer! His style is very modern.