Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song That, 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.