Tuesday, July 18, 2017

"Aide-mémoire" (Homage to Czesław Miłosz)

We were flying westward above the clouds towards sunset.
A crimson silence enveloped the horizon.

In the distance, as if out of nowhere, a meteor burst forth across the sky.
You or I tried to capture it with our camera.

That was long, long ago before I graduated from college. 
Presently neither of those events make much sense, 
Not the endless sunset, nor the flash of meteor dust.

O Mnemosyne, where do they travel from, why do they disappear
The poetic experience, phenomena of light, mysterious fireball.
I question not because I've forgotten, but long to remember.

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