A while ago I thought I'd write a blog post about §21 of Intention. Indeed, I've been thinking about doing such a thing for about 18 months. I have, as you may have discerned, not yet done so.
But I have expanded the list of poems rewritten to have, more or less, the content of "This Is Just To Say" (though this is not as good as the others):
Whoso list to snack, I know where is a plum,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more:
When last I did my housemate got so sore
I felt myself to be a no-good bum.
Yet had I by no means been stricken dumb:
"This is just to say I ate your fruit. For-
give me; it was delicious", said I, nor
was. Better in the end to just keep mum.
Who will these plums, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may wind up in a jam.
There in marker, for him who would it eat,
Is written on a post-it round about:
Noli me edere, for breakfast I am,
And bitter for to taste, though I seem sweet.