Remembrances

"Will you remember me?
adoration could see...
the future work to make,
a hearth for bread to bake,
safe haven for me, you
and all our babies, too..."

"Will time remember, too,
the childbirth pain? In lieu
of pleasure--passion's gate
denied, suborned--sensate
perjurer, this is true,
populations ensue.

"I will remember you....
the things I heard you do...
your voice's lyric sounds
flooding memory's bounds,
with music for my mind,
sweet triumphs, far behind..."


--H. Arlequin