Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sara Teasdale

Let it Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten,
as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend,
he will make us old.If anyone asks,
say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,As a flower, as a fire,
as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

by - Sara Teasdale

8 comments:

Elisa Day said...

Thats a sad poem, maybe its the rainy weather that makes me sad and blue. But you pictures are uplifting as usual. Take care my friend!

Sas said...

Dear Elisa, I could use some sun too overhere :)

Love this poem, to me it is more melancholic instead of sad.

Big hug to warm you up my friend and I wish you a sunny day,

with love, Sas

sindi said...

wow Sas, somehow i love this one so much.(nice and amazing flower arrangements again~~:))

Maybe there are something needed to be forgotten these days in my life but i still have trouble deciding wether they are meaningless or not...can i just let go those things that are potentially valuable but disturbing now? i mean, what if i throw them away and then be deadly regretful?

how true that "time is a kind friend, he will make us old"...give up to win?sometimes it's not as easy as it sounds.

take care..have a lovely day~
sindi, with hugs:D

sindi said...

p.s. just noticed that it is your "logo pot" there! hihi very nice~~:)

vk said...

Beautiful post Sas!
I love melancholic stuff :) ...
Have a lovely evening.

rkramadh said...

Sas, you make simple Chrystanthemums look so beautiful! I see the vase/pitcher from the title shot is feature here :) Looks great with the orange/rust colored flowers!

Bhavna said...

Such a beautiful picture, Sas...the colors are incredible.

Anonymous said...

Love your blog, pictures and quotes are amaizing. This post is so nice... melancholic but nice.xx

Xena