in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
– E.E. Cummings
Postscript:
One of the things I enjoy about running this blog is coming across new things – new poems, new poets, new sites and people that love poetry and talk about it in interesting ways. Here’s a link to this poem being read out by a user called poetictouch, who seems to have read out loud a number of poems. I suspect I’m going to visit/link to it a good bit from now on.
Cummings is a favourite here, as you can tell by the site address, and we’ve run a number of poems by him at various points. If you like this poem, you may also enjoy Since Feeling is FirstI Carry Your Heart With Me In Mind