This Is Just To Say
Like Carlos Williams and plums
This too is, just to say:
Medium glass jar
Metal top
Filled with red vinegar
Italy’s
Came the time for the eggs
Of course boiled
I could fit only four
With their shells
Some days passed; chemistry did its work.
The acid acetic soften the calcium.
And last night I peeled them.
The shells were soft and thin
As if some plastic.
Good to know.
Tastes no good
Not at all.
No next time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An image where the things are going in new ways says the poet. Likes.