Happy hour
a clock with no face
after 8 o’clock I have no when
a drunken pair tocks
hand in hand
Poèmes sur le thème : time
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Stretched thin
office time
is rope
and all the thin letters in my alphabet
pretty it up
Your cheatin’ heart
what cheating rogues we are
already married to time
hard heart like a contract
none of us understood but the undertaker
who would not be content
with fair words
Spectator
going about business
every day in the week
I see them slide
what jig requires us
to run the world?
what contented life irks?
I sit looking over
the book of dances
serving time
Timber
the great indifference of the wood
to the business of years
when they come to build
it is but another temple to home and bed
Marking time
a song is fatal
the note is as gone as ash after I play it
who having great need
to meet myself at the harp
take for granted that time
is knocking nails
Belated Christmas letter
This year, trouble settled
in with me, and I mourn
the dying of tongues
and ordinary doors.
Time is no old token.
I have lost friends and
a calf’s head at cards.
The snows of yesteryear
This is no
winter in which
I am snow
under the barber’s hand
but a sack of hard time,
late and gone.
I read a clock with pleasure
after that.
Deep time
Morning of green water
and agate knife—
the first barber—
stayed so long that we let
tomorrow go.
Time thief
In church, a crook
preached to the new
pew and took
much time.
A mind of winter is a terrible thing to waste
A morning with fine,
clear frost.
Winter makes us fear,
drink, bet,
sin better and spend
time lost.
Engrossed
time among books—
my dinner by and by
gone with the ants