Poetry Friday is hosted by Violet at Violet Nesdoly | Poems
I will be going through tomorrow with blinkers on, I know, moving ahead with my teaching, and then preparing to march on Saturday. I will be trying not to think about what will be transpiring all day: the seismic shift in our national political landscape – moving from the Obama era of hope into… well, who knows?
It has been a week of saying goodbye to a President who did his best to lift us up, and move us forward. I cried through the farewell address and the press conference, knowing that it will be a long time before see a successor as filled with grace and dignity as the man who has served us these past eight years.
So, what poem to share this Poetry Friday, when there is such a palpable sense of fear and doom? Here is one by Noel Coward, which, captures my current nostalgia for January 2008:
Nothing is Lost by Noel Cowad
Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.