Omissions

What's memory but a wintering tree,

That holds the ground,

Though Spring is a recovery,

It's incomplete-

The last to fall, the unremembered,

Do not recall

The blights of past Decembers,

Perhaps but faintly

Regenerations of Septembers.

The project fails

Upon such grains of recollection-

Unceasing age,

Vast compostings of thought,

Pitched over,

Until the aggregate of time,

Is a single page.