"Swann's Way" is just one of several books Prouse wrote "In Search of Lost Time." His goal is writing these books was to put together his memories; these included the guilt, joy, regrets, indulgences, (and occasionally repentance) which was seemed to haunt his mind as he grew older.
The poem I write today deals with own memories as I begin with two sentences from Proust:
"But now, even though they had led to nothing,
those moments seemed to me to have had enough
charm in themselves.
I wanted to find them once
again as I remember them." (pg 443)
O Mighty Past, how I need you!
I try to make them real again,
make them tell me what I long to hear.
No. They fade and die into a whisper,
too dull for me to feel.
Edges are what I have,
Edges are where I stand.
Living and casting out my memories
to the holding Shadows.
They wait until I am complete.