A Song I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa And I sat near. The handkerchief could be yours, the tear could be mine, chin-bound. Though it could be, of course, the other way around. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish we were in my car, and you'd shift the gear. We'd find ourselves elsewhere, on an unknown shore. Or else we'd repair to where we've been before. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish I knew no astronomy when stars appear, when the moon skims the water that sighs and shifts in its slumber. I wish it were still a quarter to dial your number. I wish you were here, dear, in this hemisphere, as I sit on the porch sipping a beer. It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying? Joseph Brodsky Time goes faster than I could believe, therefore I was convinced I had posted something recently... Dear lord, where did all those other days go? This poem fits in the melancholia I've been talking off before, but I wanted to share it anyways. I found it in my manual on literature, and it struck me with its simplicity and truth.
What’s the point of forgetting…?
Posted by No Blog Intended on April 7, 2013
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SummerSolsticeGirl
/ April 7, 2013wow. I hate when the universe seems to be conspiring against me. Or maybe, it is the universe’s way of saying it feels my pain?
No Blog Intended
/ April 8, 2013I don’t know, let’s hope it’s a sign the universe feels your pain… Otherwise it would be really unfair!
Michael Cargill
/ April 7, 2013Ah, how time suddenly starts flying when you leave school.
Mental it is.
No Blog Intended
/ April 8, 2013Agreed.
In no time, I’ll be old and looking for my walking stick.
A Gripping Life
/ April 8, 2013I really liked this poem, simple but conveys the right sadness. Time flies, Astrid!
No Blog Intended
/ April 8, 2013It’s one of the best poems I’ve ever read because of the reasons you mention!
It does, it does… *sigh*
El Guapo
/ April 8, 2013yes, definitely melancholy.
but in rebuttal, the point is to enjoy the experiences.
Even, later on, the sad ones.
No Blog Intended
/ April 8, 2013Somehow, I do believe melancholy is a sign you had a great time once, and perhaps it’s a good thing then?
Either way we should not feel it too often, but there are plenty of things to dvert ourselves, like, reading your blog and stuff :).
Edita (pret-a-reporter)
/ April 8, 2013Time flies – make sure you fly with it 😉
Good poem 🙂 There are many people, moments, even items I wish were next to me on a sofa… Including my old sofa where I’d sing and read as a child 🙂 x
No Blog Intended
/ April 8, 2013I’ll spread my wings then!
Yup, a big sofa would be needed if we’d want to welcome all people and things we want there. Like your sofa :). x
Edita (pret-a-reporter)
/ April 9, 2013There’s enough space on that sofa only for awesome people. Therefore you are sooo welcome 🙂 x
No Blog Intended
/ April 9, 2013Oo you are too kind *blushes* 😉 x