The Unremembered - Poem by Oskar Hansen
From the deepness of unconsciousness floats up pieces of memories,
like torn pictures of a past I can’t recall. I see a child standing on a chair
seeing his image in the window. A man, in the street below looks, up
and smiles. A war plane, flies low comes nearer, flies right through
the house and continues out to the sea. Old dreams and forgotten
memories have no beginning, no ends; they can’t be expanded and made
coherent. A mighty surge of fear passes though me, an unremembered
memory absorbed into my nascent brain before I was born? The unborn
child remembers but there is silence and it can’t be articulated into words.
I listen to an ancient hum that is as old as nature to better understand
a future that has no knowing conscience.
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