Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Quintana's Poem & Her Mother & Her Mother's Poem

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Quintana Roo Dunne

Joan Didion

I continue opening boxes.
I find more faded and cracked photographs
than I ever again want to see.

I find many engraved invitations to the weddings
of people who are no longer married.

I find many mass cards from the funerals of people
whose faces I no longer remember.

In theory these mementos serve to bring back the moment.
In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately
 I appreciated the moment when it was here.

How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here
is something else I could never afford to see.

The source
The next Joan Didion page is  here.
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