September 13, 2011

Memory Is Not Enough

Black Sea with Moon, Nurse with Baby

To Lou Andreas-Salomé, Duino, late autumn, 1911

Memory is not enough...
I do not recollect. What I am
is alive in me because of you. I do not reinvent you
at sadly cooled-off places you have left behind.
Even your absence is filled
with your warmth and is more real
than your not-existing. Longing often meanders
into vagueness. Why should I throw myself away
when something in you may be
touching me, very lightly, like moonlight
on a window seat.

Uncollected Poems


  1. i absolutely love this and it makes perfect sense to me. i live it
    absence over non existing. allowing it to be moonlight on a car seat and that to be enough.
    ive never seen the moonlight on a carseat used before and i highly approve. i shant forget the feeling that came with the image

  2. So true, we don't simply dispose memory of someone who somehow touch the very soft and unseen spot in our heart... no matter how destructive the relationship or bitter the farewell goodbye.

  3. I've often felt that the images we nurture in our deepest consciousness are much more real than physically present selves. I also feel that the vague sadness that haunts us throughout our lives is because we are unable to reach that perfect alignment of the two


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!