Remembering you and reviewing
our structural love
the past re-arises alive
from its smothering dust.
For memory which is only decadent
in hands like a miser's
loving the thing for its thingness,
or in the eyes of collectors who assess
the size, the incredible size, of their collection,
can, in the living head, create and make
new the sometimes appallingly ancient present
and sting the sleeping thing
to a sudden seeing.
And just as a tree with all its leaves relaxed
could shiver at the memory of wind
or the still water of a pool recall
its springing origin and rise and fall
suddenly over the encircling basin's lip . . .
so I, remembering from now to then
can know and see and feel again as jewels
must when held in a brilliant branch of sun.
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