Poetry Friday

Forgetfulness

 
by Billy Collins
 
The name of the author is the first to go

followed obediently by the title, the plot,

the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel

which suddenly becomes one you have never read, 

never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor

decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,

to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

read the rest of the poem here.

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One Response

  1. I have always liked this poem. Long before my mother died her memories retired to the “southern hemisphere” of her brain. It could happen to a writer too, but I find a certain “acceptance” in this poem of a harsh reality. As Frost said, “Life goes on.”

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