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)