poet William Empson

William Empson

Let It Go

It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
The more things happen to you the more you can't
Tell or remember even what they were.

The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Chris Haldane (1/28/2019 10:07:00 AM)

    William Empson was my professor at Sheffield University back in 1969.He was well on his way to losing his marbles then.Behaviour included approaching students on campus and asking them how to cook an albatross.Madhouse here we come....ambiguity or not.

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  • Stewart Francis (12/18/2015 6:02:00 AM)

    Brilliant. Says nothing - and everything!

    Stewart Francis

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  • Abdul Sattar (2/19/2010 8:02:00 PM)

    A gnomic take on the nature of afflatus, flighty Memory, and the assault of the infinite on a finite world.

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