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Poem

David Vogel

Now I have forgotten

 
Now I have forgotten all
The cities of my youth,
And you in one of them.
 
Through puddles of rainwater
You still dance for me, barefoot,
Though you must be dead.
 
How I rushed galloping
Out of my distant childhood
To reach the white palace of age
That is huge and empty.
 
I can’t see back
To the start of my journey,
Or back to you,
Or myself as I was.
 
The path of days
From a distance
Continues to move
From nowhere to nowhere,
Without me.

Now I have forgotten

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Now I have forgotten

 
Now I have forgotten all
The cities of my youth,
And you in one of them.
 
Through puddles of rainwater
You still dance for me, barefoot,
Though you must be dead.
 
How I rushed galloping
Out of my distant childhood
To reach the white palace of age
That is huge and empty.
 
I can’t see back
To the start of my journey,
Or back to you,
Or myself as I was.
 
The path of days
From a distance
Continues to move
From nowhere to nowhere,
Without me.

Now I have forgotten

 
Now I have forgotten all
The cities of my youth,
And you in one of them.
 
Through puddles of rainwater
You still dance for me, barefoot,
Though you must be dead.
 
How I rushed galloping
Out of my distant childhood
To reach the white palace of age
That is huge and empty.
 
I can’t see back
To the start of my journey,
Or back to you,
Or myself as I was.
 
The path of days
From a distance
Continues to move
From nowhere to nowhere,
Without me.
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