October 30, 2019

How should we remember what is too hard to face?

Donald Saunders, 70

The simple misunderstanding of a wildflower’s name is the starting point for a meditation on loss, memory and forgetting. The poem moves through time and geography, and from personal to collective experience, ending in a place where the horrors and outrages of the past are buried – even literally. In a sense, we are all picnicking on graveyards.
How we should face up to our past, how we should remember and commemorate, are vital questions in an age when evasion, denial and revisionism are gaining force.

Wood Anemonies, 2019