It was in late February, early March when I recited Sara Teasdale’s poem, “Let It Be Forgotten” on the Vancouver Seawall. It was only a few weeks before the world changed and we entered a time of solitude.
This is a favourite poem of mine for it reminds me that time is a kind friend who helps us forget the sharp edges of sadness and hurt feelings.
As our global community moved implacably into our new reality, “Let It Be Forgotten” took on more relevance to me. Small grievances and petty differences must be abandoned, let go, forgotten, for there is a greater challenge that we must face together.
Please join me in reciting “Let It Be Forgotten”.
Let It Be Forgotten
Sara Teasdale – 1884-1933
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
(This poem is in the public domain)
On The Road Book Club 
Thank you for sharing this poem, really very significant. I liked to hear you read it, you almost read it as if you had it memorized. Very important at this time, I believe. This time of stress will be over soon, and if it is important to forget the inconvenience, we can do that. But, I think it is important to remember all the lessons we have learned. I hope we as a people will take better care of our world through this experience. I enjoyed this post very much.
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I agree wholeheartedly! We must remember the lessons learned, that progress is made when we work together to face a challenge. Everything we do makes a difference. I applaud the health care and essential workers. I always applaud those who stay home, teach their children, remain calm, look for ways to connect using technology. This will be recorded in the history books. I want to remember when I look back, that I chose hope, kindness, generosity during this time. Thank you for your lovely comments. Very much appreciated. Hugs!
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Beautiful poem and pictures! 🤗
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Sara Teasdale is a remarkable poet. I’m looking at another poem of hers that speaks to the earth after the ending of a battle. She did not have an easy life at the end. Thank you so much for your heartwarming comments.
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So true. If we can so easily forget beauty and joy, we certainly should be able to let go the unhappy. I wish the former would ‘traumatize’ us the way the latter tends to. But time can can indeed soften those sharp edges. Hugs for you and yours!
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I am enjoying poetry these days and am thankful that you have given me permission to share your poetry. Stay turned – yours is coming next. All is well on my side of the world – sending hugs and more hugs to your side. Stay safe and well!!!
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Thanks to your encouragement and enthusiasm for the art of poetry, I’m finding more blogging poets and also subscribe to a couple poem-a-day mailings. I appreciate the readings you offer very much. I haven’t the courage to read aloud yet, so your selected readings are delightful.
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I am finding that very few poets read their poetry so you are not alone. I find that courage comes one day at a time. One day we are going to figure out how to connect via a podcast – we can recite your poetry together! What fun that would be! Hugs and more hugs!
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Oh that sounds like great fun!!!
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Eerily prescient.
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That is my exact feeling. We forget that life does not evolve in predictable patterns. So we must learn how to let go and embrace the now. I especially appreciate the thought by Rainer Maria Rilke: “Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final.”
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