Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIME, by SALLY BRUCE KINSOLVING Poet's Biography First Line: They talked of palm beach lots Last Line: We fell to talking trivial commonplaces. Subject(s): Life; Time | ||||||||
They talked of Palm Beach lots And Pullman reservations, Of building-funds and what-nots, Breaking in upon my meditations, Till suddenly I wondered why Life should be clothed in irony: For these two travelers were more prodigal of time Than a solitary poet weaving an endless rhyme, While you and I, In one short hour together, sought to fathom truths that lie Beyond all living, Taking and giving Thought for thought with ecstasy. Coming out of the cold March night, With pale stars shining overhead Like calm battalions of the dead, Color and warmth and light In an empty car Beckoned to us from afar Like poppies in a garden gold and red. There beside you -- touching you but lightly As a flower might brush a bee Yet with eyes like those Of thirsty deer, at the day's close, Drawing long draughts of sweetness from a forest pool That is dark and cool -- I drank out of the clear depths of your eyes: Your eyes that are deeper than the depth that lies Beyond the faintest stars Hung in the farthest skies, Yet near with home and peace Like lanterns swung from gently swaying spars Of harbored ships Far from tumultuous seas. And so near were your lips -- Lips that I knew might be More tumultuous than these . . . Yet speeding through the night, Like worlds that spin in vortices of exhaustless light, Motionless, we talked of all things still, Of stone and hill And contemplation, And dwelt in speculation Upon man's final destiny. Moment by moment I counted miserly, Like drops of precious ointment falling from a broken crystal, Knowing that all The golden effluence of that hour Spilling upon time was drenching us with splendor Like sunrise on the sea . . But suddenly I saw a human gargoyle grinning there at me, With leering eyes and wicked merriment, As of one sent Out of the deep abyss of hell to heaven, To spy upon the bliss of a single moment given When soul and soul Are bound within one aureole . . . Then light on light Flashed back at us like white lilies in the dark, Until the city, a scarlet flower, opened all her petals to the night; For beauty, though secret in its birth, Even as a rainbow, rests its arc Upon the earth; And soon with hurrying feet We added to the measured beat And tread of sound upon a city street, Until within a room illumined by many faces, We fell to talking trivial commonplaces. | 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 APRIL by SALLY BRUCE KINSOLVING |
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