Dana Gioia recites poem "The Lost Garden"



the lost garden if ever we see those gardens again the summer will be gone at least our summer some other Mockingbird will concert eyes among the mulberries and other vines will climb the high brick wall to disappear how many footpaths crossed the old estate the gracious acreage of a grander age so many trees to kiss or argue under and greenery enough for any mood what pleasure to be sad in such surroundings at least in retrospect for even sorrow seems bearable one studied at a distance and if we speak of private suffering the pain becomes part of well-turned tale describing someone else who shares our name still thinking of you and sometimes play a game what if we had walked a different path one day with some small incident have nudged us elsewhere the way a pebble tossed into a brook might change the course a hundred miles downstream the trick is making memory a blessing to learn by loss subtraction of desire of wanting nothing more than what has been to know the past forever lost yet seeing behind the wall a garden still in blossom you

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