Lethe Poems - Poems about Lethe

Who walks now out of someone else’s memory as if she owned this, my space? Her face keeps changing it forms then falls apart like melting snow, now she is this other person that recalls me. Who am I to gather up her reality to piece together her history, to deny her to sit next to me now here at the edge of...

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Longing grips me-— a familiar fire in contact with parched debris— spreading... Your eyes glaze over and you turn away. Within moments, the last of my spirits have gone to Hades. Ashamed, I turn over while tears trickle into my pillow. This new fire consumes me— —it is a thought: I want you— But surely I am unwanted... and to Lethe, I escape....

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As armies march on Kingdoms fall and widows weep, We always forget....

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Trailing his hand in the river of time Fishing for memories like tickling trout, He tries to grasp the slippery glimpses Of loves he has known, Spring and Summer, In his youth when life was plausibly sweet. If he could but cross time and realise Again the triumphs and disasters, then He could try seven more times, spider-like To weave a web...

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The playwright was most effective As the dramatic illuminator Of his own tristful destiny As well as those of his kinfolk. And of the two plays that treat Of the tragic Tyrones One features James, His wistful pheere Mary, And his two troubled offspring   ...

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