Poems on the topic: time

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Dave Bonta

Mandala

ordinary morning the sand painter begins to study time

Dave Bonta

dead air— the opera and I both out of time

Dave Bonta

Ask me the time and I point to the sun. An oak is a fine scholar of the ear. Comfort took me to the temple Ease.

Dave Bonta

“Time enough” is a cheat; we make good sport of losing. Give me the passing of things: heart breaking in the opera, a love done after a little sin.

Dave Bonta

Clock by clock, a strange time called me out of the world. I live in a sufficiency of parts: old hands, ear, heart as cheerful as a bed.

Dave Bonta

I made myself a pair: my clock and I, my corpse and I set forth together, greedy to see.

Dave Bonta

My office: wit. I chant, I talk of the weight of age and where I err is the present.

Dave Bonta

I go to the wine-house to know my fear of losing time and make an ordinary lay a mad love.

Dave Bonta

This morning, all things talk to me. I get one inch in the coach to white noon where the famous asters pay the sea two days.

Dave Bonta

All alone, the table— a plain thing of perfect service— fell into neglect. Ignorant how things go, I fear war, not time.

Dave Bonta

All is perfect: engrossed in time and chance, I despair, bark at the clock, write late and low.

Dave Bonta

Infinity failed me, and evening overtook us at gray noon. No anchor brought order. I count a knot a night.

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