Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem Let It Be Forgotten


  1. maggie says:

    this poem is very deep. i empthise with it. time really does make you forget, so therein is a freind.

  2. Al says:

    I think i like this poem a lot…. but im not 100% sure what its all about . Will someone tell me plzzz 🙂

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  4. Charming says:

    This poem is incredible in that it talks of time is a gentle, refreshing manner. A snow will come and go, always brought by time. We too, are like the snow. We are brought here as freshly fallen snow, live our life, and die when the snow finally melts. Yet time is gentle, treating us with respect. Our lives will bring new growth in the form of spring flowers and grassy meadows. We are the wellspring for birth and rebirth, and time makes sure that we get our chance to create life or at least give it a good beginning. Let us remember that time is not our enemy, but our friend, and what we give Father Time, he will give back. Thank you Sara.

    • Quentin says:

      Insightful and lovely analysis, Charming. Well done. I agree with you. Teasdale is not saying that the flower, the fire, or the hushed foot-fall on snow are not significant and beautiful. She is saying that these moments of beauty pass and they replaced by new flowers, fires, and foot-falls. It’s why we cry when we witness a profound experience — a wedding, a declaration of love, a song, a poem, a rainstorm, an eclipse. They are scintillating, they are meaningful, and then they are gone. The accumulation of these moments in time age us gently. But while we;re alive it makes life like lightning flashes of color and light.

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