Every time I ride my bike to The Hague city centre, I glance at the wall just before I cross the street to Nassau plein, to read this lovely poem. Even if I ‘ forget’ , the poem pulls my eyes toward it.

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

William Carlos Williams