Modernist Poetry

Favorite: This is Just to say by William Carlos Williams (is that his real name? Goofy Parents...)
This is my favorite because it reminds me of my sister, my father and I. We have an unfortunate relationship when it comes to the refrigerator. Example: chocolate pastry you bought with your own money at the farmers market. Here's the deal you must eat it with in 2 days or it's anyone grab. My dad counts hours till the foods time is up and is guilty of breaking the treaty put in place by Rae and I when we were around the respective ages of 7 and 9. He often breaks it. Nothing is sacred. Not Birthday cake, nothing you cooked on your own, not the last piece of sourdough when clearly there is nothing else left to eat. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Anyways sometimes he leaves a note... Aud, I just ate last chocolate crisiont. It's fridge life was over. When are you next going to the Farmers market? ..... Jerk. So this poem made me laugh, it was very papa like.
Next Favorite: In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound. It seemed very deep yet easy to understand and descriptive minus words. Strange eh? The few words that are there are perfect for the message it is trying to pass along. Yes, the NYC subways are crowded and each face is different but if you blur your eyes they all become part of the same picture.
Least Favorite: The Red Wheel Barrow By William Carlos Williams. Why? it's stupid. I know it could have been deep but, I don't think the author meant for it to be deep or even cared it's just a red wheel barrow used to feed the chicken who incidentally, are white.