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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I chanced upon this poem again, and sadly, relate to it alot more than i used to. i forgot what the ides of march signified (and having been a member of 315'04, there's no excuse for me to!) and had to google it :( ... memories, both the good and bad. they all play such important roles in my life. but try as i might, i can't hold on to every single moment in my life.

Forgetfulness - Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

there's something hauntingly sad about reading words that strike a certain chord in your heart. or maybe it's just the effects of coffee on a cold and lonely winter's night, and looking at stacks and stacks of textbooks and notes i ought to be digesting and studying.

ok. enough rambling. exams start on the 20th. and end on the 29th. need to pick up the pace..


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