Rings Of Saturn

Setting out as morning comes again
Every day, so many times,
We never see you anymore.
But oh, this is what you leave us with:
The coast at your cheek, a Norfolk maze
The name of which I forget now,
The bones of lost towns
Lay before your gaze

And lights flicker out
Before the rising sun
There you will see them
Following the meridian
They’re rising from the bones, from sleep, every day–
I’m sorry, the details drip away.
But over time we have remembered less
And even less

And so you’re setting out
We never see you
But ever further down the coast you describe for us.
Is your goal
In other places
And in other times?

Every day, so many times
We never see you anymore.
But oh, this is what you leave us with:
These old memories in stories,
The hearts of which we forget now,
But over time you still provide a light.

Impressions of the morning sun,
There we will see you
With a smile
I will forget
You will forget me too.


Notes

A response to WG Sebald’s novel of the same name.