Lost Quotations
Is this how this verse will end,
As a barely remembered line or two
And all the rest a blur of forty years ?
When memory is no friend,
And anyway, maybe you never knew
The rest of it, that never reached your ears.
At least you can still pretend
If you pin up a card with a precious few
Of its words, to the scrutiny of wordy peers,
Then one of them yet can mend
The missing heart, and finally claim its due –
And spare it from the fate each poet fears.
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