I have taken the title of this poem from one of Shakeapeare's sonnets.
At every sunset
when cars in the metropolis
run -
wheeled beetles
fast crawling
on the streets,
yes, I look deeper
into the gloom
of my heart,
and see in
my hallucination
the toys
of my childhood:
oh! that's
the 'remembrance
of things past.'
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-02-22 at 13:44
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Remembrance of Things Past
At every sunset
when cars in the metropolis
run -
wheeled beetles
fast crawling
on the streets,
yes, I look deeper
into the gloom
of my heart,
and see in
my hallucination
the toys
of my childhood:
oh! that's
the 'remembrance
of things past.'
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
Read 767 times
Written on 2006-02-22 at 13:44
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