Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD LOVE'S MELODY by BARBARA MARIE BOOTH SEAWARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DAWN by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT SPRING FANTASIES: 3. THE SYMBOL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE LAUNCH OF A FIRST-RATE; WRITTEN ON WITNESSING THE SPECTACLE, 1840 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |