Memory Poems

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
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How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
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Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
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A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
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I

I have lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
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Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
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Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer Hours
And Whispers of a Summer Sea
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Blame me for everything,
Spare me for nothing,
I left behind special thing,
My memory to miss something,
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O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
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A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
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I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
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And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
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No days such honored days as these! While yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
For some fair thing which should forever bide
On earth, her beauteous memory to set
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
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Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.
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I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
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A lilac for the anonymity,
Of Mrs. Hinkle's simple poetry.
It shines within the margins of its space,
A single note of captivating grace.
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Just a living memory
of everything we can be
another living memory
of a time it was you and me
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Memory is a recalcitrant wave,
that manifests itself as a collection of squillion episodes!
Memory is the summoning of frenzy passenger,
that evinces itself as an evocation to ruminating happenings!
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In my own remembering,
I can see so many things.
Days of bliss were much too brief.
Longer nights of pain and grief.
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Ever since you left me without the moon, your memory is shining.
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Very strange is the relation between memory and loneliness
Both are inter-related and inseparable while alive in life

Had there been no memory what would have happened to loneliness
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I love swimming in the lake of my memories…closing my eyes and diving in headfirst…and bringing with me to the surface…memories submersed.

Take yesterday for instance…I dove in on a whim…and ended up, of all places, where memories of our granddaughter swim.
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RELATION WITH MEMORY

The things we forget becomes theproperty of memory
Relation between memory and lonelinessis very deep
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Her first memory of her father…though she doesn't know the year
was when he tucked her into bed one night and whispered ‘I love you' in her ear.

From then it didn't matter if he read her a Fairy Tale or helped her wipe away a tear
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Have you ever wondered once a memory is made if anyone really knows
where that memory ends up…where that memory goes?

Does it flow into our brain?Is that where memories start?
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A memory from deep recesses of my mind crept
Meandering, probing, seething
In deep shafts of wrath swept
From crevices where the memory for too long held prisoner wept
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