Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIME SLIPS AWAY, by DOUGLAS MALLOCH Poet's Biography First Line: It's weeks, no months, perhaps a year Last Line: Time slips away before you know. Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
It's weeks, no, months, perhaps a year, Since we have written anyone Down East. We are so busy here, So much to do, so little done -- The stock to feed, And neighbors in, And land to seed, And then begin To cultivate, and harvest -- so Time slips away before you know. Perhaps they say tonight down East: "We haven't written -- it's a crime -- Out West in months, a year at least; But then we never have the time: We're either out, Or entertain, We're just about -- About insane, With work, and places we must go; Time slips away before you know." Perhaps some day our own affairs Of great importance -- are they great? -- Will let us write, and so will theirs; God grant we do not write too late, Too late to tell Our love, alas, Or say farewell Before they pass -- And yet it often happens so; Time slips away before you know. | 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 A DIFFERENT WAY by DOUGLAS MALLOCH |
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