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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PASSING HOURS, by HELENA A. BOOTH First Line: A wisp of wind has drifted petals near Last Line: Time weaves new hours upon her loom of gold. Subject(s): Time | |||
A wisp of wind has drifted petals near, Each one a fragile bit of summer bloom -- Too soon, the hours, like petals, disappear, And Time weaves more upon her golden loom. As carelessly we watch the petals fall, Each one a breath of beauty -- soon to die, So, thoughtlessly, we watch each fleeting hour, Nor value it enough in passing by. No petal gently wafted to the ground, Returns to further beautify a flower, Nor can lost opportunity be found Again. We must await another hour. New petals grow to take the place of old. Time weaves new hours upon her loom of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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