Let It Go

Let It Go

It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
The more things happen to you the more you can't
Tell or remember even what they were.

The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.

from The Complete Poems (Penguin Modern Classics, 2001), copyright © William Empson, reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown Group Ltd, London on behalf of the Estate of William Empson. Recording used by permission of the BBC.

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