a poem for you.

Tuesday, February 9

Nothing is Lost
by Noël Coward

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years 
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes 
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight 
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the lon
eliness of night.

Picture by: Jiwoon Pak.

1 comment:

  1. It reminds me of Erin Hanson's poem https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/bd/a5/b6/bda5b6d56bd0f2dc3911b655489dcf39.jpg


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