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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Poetry


Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

Sara Teasdale

4 comments:

  1. Yes, Sandra - how is the wrist? Is that what you want to be forgotten? Hope you received the news you were hoping for from the doctor.

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  2. i don't want to be forgotten, but it's best to let go of the attitude i could get because i let such a dumb thing happen!

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  3. Don't think any of your readers could forget you. We receive so much from your writings. If you mean letting go of an attitude of self-blame - that's probably a good idea. Stuff happens. Be well.

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I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.