The Old Age of Nostalgia by Mark Strand

The Old Age of Nostalgia

Mark Strand

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined

future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or

a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced

that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was

charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and

one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-

loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the

high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so

many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies

in the perfumed heat of summer night.

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