unforgotten

But at least our great leaders keep saying those nice words about the "unforgotten" sacrifices by our soldiers.

Examiner California Headlines 2010

Of course I have to admit that the atrocities commited by the nazi government were unparalleled throughout history AND it is capital that this experience in human history remains unforgotten.

Athens backs villagers' fight for German compensation over 1944 SS massacre 2011

I could forget her words and just go on loving white roses and autumn my mother, my dead father, unaware of this sunlight kindling October maples and old, unforgotten desires.

sharon auberle | saturday nights at the crystal ball « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 2009

At eighty-two her body is honed of every excess inch or process yet I am surprised by sudden joy rippling beneath my hands over the tender bow of neck down the white-lathered curve of spine into that naked place where pleasures live unforgotten and swans sing their final song.

sharon auberle | saturday nights at the crystal ball « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 2009

He had learned to shoot as a wild-cattle hunter on Niihau, and on that island his skill as a marksman was unforgotten.

Koolau the Leper 2010

And everywhere the people turning out, in their hands gifts of flowers, and fruit, and fish, and pig, in their hearts love and song, their heads bowed in obeisance to the royal ones while their lips ejaculated exclamations of amazement or chanted meles of old and unforgotten days.

ON THE MAKALOA MAT 2010

Also did they stab and shoot at Ligoun, for whoso killed him won great honor and would be unforgotten for the deed.

THE DEATH OF LIGOUN 2010

At eighty-two her body is honed of every excess inch or process yet I am surprised by sudden joy rippling beneath my hands over the tender bow of neck down the white-lathered curve of spine into that naked place where pleasures live unforgotten and swans sing their final song.

February « 2009 « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 2009

The unforgotten and ineffaceable past strummed the fibres of his throat.

CHAPTER VIII 2010

I could forget her words and just go on loving white roses and autumn my mother, my dead father, unaware of this sunlight kindling October maples and old, unforgotten desires.

February « 2009 « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 2009