August 2007

I.67

August 2, 2007

waiting to visit,wrapped in strange poetic smells–a wintry sun

August 2, 2007

at great aunt’s house.aunt confined by grief, illness,obsession, piety

August 2, 2007

houses huddled bythe darkened church of Combray,unreal in my mind

August 2, 2007

house, town, morning, nightflooded back by madeleinefrom my cup of tea

August 2, 2007

and suddenly thememory revealed itself–Sundays at Combray

August 2, 2007

palpitatingin the depths of my being–memory evades

August 2, 2007

called into being,abyss of uncertainty,mind overtaken

August 2, 2007

many years laterfilled with a precious essence–petites madeleines

August 2, 2007

worthwhile memoriesare involuntary,defeated by death

August 2, 2007

for long afterwardsold memories of Combrayclouded

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