Summer 1983

None of us remembers these, the days
when passing strangers adored us at first sight,
just for living, or for strolling down the street;
praised all our given names; begged us to smile . . .
you, too, in a little while,
my darling, will have lost all this,
asked for a kiss will give one, and learn
how love dooms us to earn
love once we can speak of it.

— Mary Jo Salter

One Comment on “Summer 1983”

  1. Neil Young

    Exquisite poem, which I’ve just chanced upon. It manages to bring together the poignancy of what’s lost with what’s to come – and love for youthful, burgeoning life – in one fluid mouthful. Has whet my appetite to explore further.

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