Schooldays
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It seems pretty clear to me that a poem like this can't be written without some aging in the barrel. You know what I mean. Okay, it skirts sentimentality, but what is aging if not the advent of the sentimental? What is memory if not sentiment? Those opening lines, though--A day goes by / nothing unforeseen happens / another day changes your life.--couldn't Milosz have written this?
A day goes by
nothing unforeseen happens
another day changes your life.
That way day after day
year after year we learn
to appreciate joy
to navigate misery
to reassure the memories
our affections and loves.
They live longer than
life would concede.
They fill even empty days.
They soften sad days.
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It seems pretty clear to me that a poem like this can't be written without some aging in the barrel. You know what I mean. Okay, it skirts sentimentality, but what is aging if not the advent of the sentimental? What is memory if not sentiment? Those opening lines, though--A day goes by / nothing unforeseen happens / another day changes your life.--couldn't Milosz have written this?
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