The still to live
The still to live are quickened by the poet’s attention.
:- Doug.
The still to live are quickened by the poet’s attention.
:- Doug.
We speak in what we bury, and hear in unearthing.
:- Doug.
The crowd dissipates; the dream fades.
:- Doug.
We are after, yes?, perceptions new to us.
:- Doug.
Is an event imaged necessarily any less real than a thing remembered? Memory is never as precise as we imagine; imagination is never as precise as we remember. Precision would take away an essential—a freedom, a power, a fecundity. But note: Memory and imagination may each take patient waiting, a turning away for a season, before it delivers viable offspring.
:- Doug.