Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STRANGE FILAMENT, by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH First Line: This transient moment which we call our own Last Line: Upon the endless treadmill of the years. Subject(s): Life; Time | ||||||||
This transient moment which we call our own, This tenuous span, this evanescent thing We call the present, hovers on bright wing Within our reach, enchants us, and has flown. We say this segment of all time is ours; But while we speak, or breathe, or laugh, or sigh, Ephemeral, elusive, it slips by And joins its brothers in the vanished hours. Yet this frail filament, spun on the loom Of time, this gossamer-like elf, so fleet, So eerie, so evasive, that appears Only to vanish -- this shall fix our doom; This welds the past and future -- binds our feet Upon the endless treadmill of the years. | 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 CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH |
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