Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLOCKS, by TESSA SWEAZY WEBB First Line: Like fashioned rock Last Line: To keep my life and death apart. Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
Like fashioned rock, The patterned clock Pushes aside the hours each day. Its tapered hands Are music bands That play an endless roundelay. In sorrowing, Or when I sing, A clock keeps ticking in my heart; Through night and day It ticks away, To keep my life and death apart. | 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 |
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