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Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Robert Creeley: For Debora

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This photo taken on May 21, 201...TOPSHOTS This photo taken on May 21, 2015 shows an ethnic Rohingya Muslim woman looking back as she rides a tuk tuk near a camp set up outside the city of Sittwe in Myanmar's Rakhine state. Malaysia ordered search and rescue missions on May 22 for thousands of boatpeople stranded at sea, as Myanmar hosted talks with US and Southeast Asian envoys on the migrant exodus from its shores.  AFP PHOTO / YE AUNG THUYe Aung Thu/AFP/Getty Images

An ethnic Rohingya Muslim woman looking back as she rides a tuk tuk near a camp set up outside the city of Sittwe in Myanmar’s Rakhine state. Malaysia ordered search and rescue missions Friday for thousands of boatpeople stranded at sea, as Myanmar hosted talks with US and Southeast Asian envoys on the migrant exodus from its shores: photo by Ye Aung Thu/AFP via FT Photo Diary, 22 May 2015

"I have forgotten all 
human relations, but not

poetry." I have for- 
gotten all that seemed

significant but not 
the consequence. I have
  
never seen this before 
this I have wanted to

make this trip many 
times but got lost getting

there I have had many 
sorrows in my literal

life but much happiness
also I have forgotten


what it was they thought 
to remember. I have forgotten.

Robert Creeley (1926-2005): For Debora, from Places, 1990


A Palestinian boy rests on an old armcha...A Palestinian boy rests on an old armchair in front of a dilapidated house on May 22, 2015 in Gaza City

A Palestinian boy rests on an old armchair in front of a dilapidated house on Friday in Gaza City: photo by Mohammed Abed/AFP via FT Photo Diary, 22 May 2015

2 comments:

Sandra said...

love this and these lines:

"I have for-
gotten all that seemed

significant but not
the consequence...."

TC said...

Yes.

It's the fallout, not the events, we remember, and are changed by.

And I suppose that for me the special bonus is the thought of that trip the poet has wanted to take, but always got lost.

The girl on the tuk tuk, is she going on that sort of trip?

Just imagine the things those big eyes have seen, and may even now be seeing, and may be seeing before long.