Hart Crane

Forgetfulness is like a song

That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.

Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,

Outspread and motionless, --

A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.

Forgetfulness is rain at night,

Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.

Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,

And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,

Or bury the Gods.

I can remember much forgetfulness.