Ralph Waldo
suffering Alzheimer's
lost in this wilderness
of forgetting
sticks to his
routine of solitude.
Reading still
'an unbroken pleasure.'
Losing all recollection
of his own
writings
delighting in discovering
his own writing
unknow to himself now
as himself.
Tells his daughter
'Why, these things
are really very good! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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