Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TIME, by C. DONALD CROSNO


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TIME, by                    
First Line: In some quaint cave of crude dissymmetry
Last Line: Of rhythm and light; and time shall be no more.
Subject(s): Time


In some quaint cave of crude dissymmetry
Dwells Time, the monk of madness, priest to doubt.
With patient hands he deftly turns about
The polished wheels of one slow century,
And ponders, lost in timeless ecstasy,
While from his silent cell the days slip out
And form, like caravans of slaves devout,
A fading trail into eternity.

So eons after thought and thinker die,
The worlds from creeping crusts of slothful ice
The blackened cindered suns cannot restore;
Then Time with groping hands through lifeless sky
Will search in vain for yet another rise
Of rhythm and light; and Time shall be no more.





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