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Age of Forgetfulness
from "Awaking", by Stephen Spender:
"After night the waking knowledge --
The gravel path searching the Way;
The cobweb crystal on the hedge,
The empty station of the day."
I have begun the process of forgetting
(and of selective remembrance),
apathetic to once-important retention
of what I thought defined me as myself.
The flow of words is slowed and stumbling --
to be sought out, puzzled over.
Eventually, they reveal themselves.
This would have dismayed me once;
but now, not so much.
I sip coffee, read the news, pet the cat
and raise the blind to morning sun,
to mundane life, to rife green,
green grass and over-arching sky.
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