Perfection
by William Carlos Williams
O lovely apple!
beautifully and completely
rotten,
hardly a contour marred—
perhaps a little
shriveled at the top but that
aside perfect
in every detail! O lovely
apple! What a
deep and suffusing brown
mantles that
unspoiled surface! No one
has moved you
since I placed you on the porch
rail a month ago
to ripen.
No one. No one!