A Poem in the Margins of Cavafy – a poem by S. T. Brant

A Poem in the Margins of Cavafy

If you don’t remember it is it real?
Some impression must keep recall
Unconscious that attests to lives lived
That were lost to Time, lacking any
Grave in consciousness, that field,
Memory; or there must be some
Idealistic god tasked as an Atlas
Of Experience to chronicle all Time-
Who must write, with a million hands,
Events as they are happening.

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S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Publications s in/coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, New South, Rejection Letters, Quail Bell, Mineral, Dodging the Rain, La Piccioletta Barca, Cathexis Northwest Press, a few others. Twitter: @terriblebinth

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