Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Nothing Is Lost

My very good friend Carp Ferrari sent this to me today from her farm in Natick, MA.:

"Nothing Is Lost"

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.
-Noel Coward, from "Noel Coward Collected Verse",
Metheuen Publishing Ltd.


u4yeah4 said...


Surfing the web while listening to your amazing singing, and I stumble across your blog with this great poem. Double thanks!

Sloane said...

How nice to know you have found me! Check in as often as you are able. What is your location?

MrsHenryWindleVale said...

I'll certainly second u4yeah4's enthusiasm -- both about your singing and about the Noel Coward poem.

The latter puts me in mind of Kern's "The Land Where Good Songs Go." Wonder if Coward was deliberately drawing upon that ...

Mrs. V.