POEM: Memories in the Midnight Deeps

"Indefinite Divisibility" (1942) by Yves Tanguy

“Indefinite Divisibility” (1942) by Yves Tanguy


T.S. Eliot said,

Midnight shakes the memory

As a madman shakes a dead geranium


I know–exactly–what he means

Tragedy lurks in the midnight deeps

It hides, free from consciousness

It hides, outside memory

A catastrophic tick that has no echo

Fleeting images and emotional residue

all amble home in the morning



1 thought on “POEM: Memories in the Midnight Deeps

  1. Some dreams are hard to escape. Realities too, as I listen to a replay of Trump’s speech in the other room, shrill cheers and mob boos. It makes me want to curl up and sleep for the next four years. (Other than spurts of recurring head-on crashes, my dreams are not overly vivid or demanding. A mixed blessing, methinks.)

    Wishing you sleep less catastrophic and terrifying.


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