ἐγγὺς μὲν ἡ σὴ περὶ πάντων λήθη· ἐγγὺς δὲ ἡ πάντων περὶ σοῦ λήθη.
How many streets,
how many times,
has he strolled
in this irrelevant
town?
Fifty years
The perambulating
flaneur.
Change must be
but often arrives
glacially.
Crows on wires.
Nonchalant bunnies.
Indifferent children.
These ancestors
of that first ramble
take no notice
of the white haired man
with a cane.
The scenery never
comments on the drama.
Walking old streets
where many lives
have lived and vanished
brings neither sadness
nor nostalgia,
only the reminder
of time's inevitable,
ineluctable vortex.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
ἐγγὺς μὲν ἡ σὴ περὶ πάντων λήθη· ἐγγὺς δὲ ἡ πάντων περὶ σοῦ λήθη.
How many streets,
how many times,
has he strolled
in this irrelevant
town?
Fifty years
The perambulating
flaneur.
Change must be
but often arrives
glacially.
Crows on wires.
Nonchalant bunnies.
Indifferent children.
These ancestors
of that first ramble
take no notice
of the white haired man
with a cane.
The scenery never
comments on the drama.
Walking old streets
where many lives
have lived and vanished
brings neither sadness
nor nostalgia,
only the reminder
of time's inevitable,
ineluctable vortex.
