Today I decided to post a poem by Noel Coward Called "Nothing is Lost" to remind me of the influence of ideas, thoughts and emotions that other poets and writers have upon my own life and writing. Every so often we read a poem or a story that has a profound impact on us. This is such a poem:
Nothing Is Lost
Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.
1 comment:
soz to use ur post slight but does anyone know the name of the poem where Coward says if he gets down about approaching death he'll think of all the good times & good friends now gone, tho he can't imagine them 'up there' in shapeless white gowns etc
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