greykit.poetry — #memory
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1918
[carl-sandburg]
Grass
Austerlitz, Waterloo, Gettysburg, Ypres and Verdun are shovelled under and the grass gets to work — until the passengers no longer know what place this is. I am the grass. Let me work.
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1910
[rudyard-kipling]
The Way Through the Woods
A road the forest swallowed — and the ghosts you can almost hear still riding it.
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1896
[a-e-housman]
Into my heart an air that kills
The blue remembered hills of the land of lost content, shining plain from far away — and the flat admission that closes it: I cannot come again.
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1862
[christina-rossetti]
Remember
Rossetti urges her beloved to remember her after death, then revises the plea — better he should forget and smile than remember and be sad.
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1847
[alfred-lord-tennyson]
Tears, Idle Tears
Tears that rise from no known grief but from looking at happy autumn fields and thinking of the days that are no more — fresh as first beams, sad as the last, deep as first love, wild with all regret.
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1807
[william-wordsworth]
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
A solitary walk past a host of daffodils on a lake shore becomes, in memory, a source of joy that refreshes the poet on his couch in vacant or pensive mood.
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1807
[william-wordsworth]
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Wordsworth's great ode on the fading of the visionary gleam — the sense, felt in childhood, of a celestial radiance on all things, and the poet's mature consolation in memory, sympathy, and "the soothing thoughts that spring / Out of human suffering.
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1798
[william-wordsworth]
Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798
Revisiting the Wye valley after five years, Wordsworth traces how nature's forms have sustained him in absence and shaped his moral being, closing with a prayer for his sister Dorothy.
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1609
[william-shakespeare]
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Memory convened like a court: the speaker summons up remembrance of things past, re-weeps friends long dead and pays old griefs over again as if they had never been settled — until one thought of a dear friend cancels the whole account.