The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

by Billy Collins

Comments (43)

I used to have I Have Been One Acquainted with The Night by Robert Frost memorized. It mentions the moon as being like a clock. I should get back to memorizing it.
I agree with Milica exercise is vital, and getting outside and walking to clear the brain and get the legs on the move. Happy landings wherever you are, or wherever you go. Panmelys
Just had myself tested in case of Altzheimer, apparantly no sign, so I guess it's just a normal thing to forget from time to time, and old age doesn't help the situation. Panmelys
What is nice is that somewhere there's always a positive and a negative about a poem, or poet. It does take all kinds to make a world, and im happy to be part of that great mass. Panmelys.
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