Memory by Oliver Goldsmith
The book I’m reading has quoted The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith several times. Since I’ve already posted that one, I went looking for another by the same poet.
Memory
By Oliver Goldsmith
O Memory, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:
Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’d oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe:
And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.
Not too shabby :)
I found a couple of poems the other day that I thought you might like to add to your collection.
I Remember - Anne Sexton and The Country - Billy Collins, they are pretty much opposites, but I Remember is just beautiful and sad, and The Country has some great imagery, not too mention it’s kind of funny