Al Bano & Romina Power - Felicita

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حاجی واشنگتن
ايتاليا و ايتاليايي
بهار
بلوط
ا. ش
از پشت يك سوم
From Berkeley
بایرامعلی
خورشيد خانم
تمشك
ماکان
یغورت
آذرستان
زن نوشت
خانم حنا
ميرزا پيكوفسكي
آقا حميدرضا
آن سوی دیوار
نق نقو
آلوچه خانوم
شبیر
مریم
علف هرزه‌
FarNice
دختر كولي
روژ
سرزمین رویایی
مريم گلي
جيرجيرك
آزاده عصاران
عسل بانو
کرمانیان
خيلي دور، خيلي نزديك
مرا زندگي کن
صبا بی‌قرار
*قاصدک
Iran-Italiano
سام كوچولوي عزيز
سارا و پاییز
رویاهای گمشده
Gargle me
اميد معماريان
روز برمی آید
ساعت شنی
از زندگی
زندگي روي ترن هوايي
حبه
غزل
مريم بانو
در آمريكا
نسترن
آهو
خودش
دل نوشته هاي بيروت
هزارو يك روزنه



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American poem

June 19, 2007
I came cross of this poem today, please read it and tell me what the poet is trying to say. you will be suprised my dears.

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


William Carlos Williams



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Comments

Salam Ala Jan: It means that he is soooo in trouble with his wife, and no amount of poetry can save him?!

Nazy | June 19, 2007 1:43 AM

it seems he eat breakfast alone. not in weekend hopfully !

BaHaar | June 19, 2007 10:01 AM

i guess just two people tried to think about it, well thanks to both of you, Nazy jan you got very colse.
this is a letter of a man to a woman who she lost her virginity to him. breakfast means marriage, and cold means fear, you can get the rest.

اعلي حضرت حاج آقا | June 19, 2007 9:58 PM

Ala Jan, I'm fascinated!

Nazy | June 20, 2007 12:00 AM

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