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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Making Memory A Blessing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAKING MEMORY A BLESSING</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Making memory a blessing, <br>is hard, since it more often is a curse, <br>the dissonance and dispossessing <br>of the past, which when put into verse<br>is seen in its full beauty and<br>reminds us painfully that paradise<br>is lost, which, we must understand, <br>we can't by means of poetry reprise.<br>Some find great pleasure being sad<br>in its surroundings, but I'd rather dwell<br>in a future not yet bad, <br>although I fear it may become a hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Inspired by a poem by Dana Gioia: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE LOST GARDEN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever we see those gardens again, <br>The summer will be gone-at least our summer.<br>Some other mockingbird will concertize<br>Among the mulberries, and other vines<br>will clib the high brick wall to disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many footpaths crossed the old estate-<br>The gracious acreage of a grander age-<br>So many trees to kiss or argue under, <br>And greenery enough for any mood.<br>What pleasure to be sad in such surroundings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least in retrospect. For even sorrow<br>Seems bearable when studied at a distance, <br>And if we speak of private suffering, <br>The pain becomes part of a well turned tale<br>Describing someone else who shares our name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still thinking of you, I sometimes play a game.<br>What if we had walked a different path one day.<br>Would some small incident have nudged us elsewhere<br>The way a pebble tossed into a brook<br>Might change the course a hundred miles downstream? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trick is making memory a blessing, <br>To learn by loss the cool subtraction of desire, <br>Of wanting nothing more than what has been, <br>To know the past forever lost, yet seeing<br>Behind the wall a garden still in blossom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5/6/12		#10,092</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gershon+Hepner">Gershon Hepner</a><div class=q>
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Making memory a blessing, 
is hard, since it more often is a curse, 
the dissonance and dispossessing 
of the past, which when put into verse
is seen in its full beauty and
reminds us painfully that paradise
is lost, whi..."></div>
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