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
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 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:
love this and these lines:
"I have for-
gotten all that seemed
significant but not
the consequence...."
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.
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