Forgetfulness

Uncollected

Forgetfulness is like a songThat, freed from beat and measure, wanders.Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,Outspread and motionless, —A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.

Forgetfulness is rain at night,Or an old house in a forest, — or a child.Forgetfulness is white, — white as a blasted tree,And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,Or bury the Gods.

I can remember much forgetfulness.

(uncollected)