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A koan is a question that is almost unanswerable.
The long, bloody, sword of memory –
When it can no longer cut,
When those wretched thoughts
Are no longer there,
Where will I be?
Fred Babbin
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Ben Gieske (7/1/2008 8:18:00 AM)
I like this and know how true it is. Since I have recently retired and started writing poems like you did, I feel like I am sharing experiences. It seems like the memories of the regretful past persist more so now than the happy ones, and, of course, one dwells on the future of this soon-to-pass experience. |
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