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Time\'s a Wild Thing
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My whole world is outside my window-
is the stonework of Trinity House,
where a wanton sun sprawls,
spreadeagled and unselfconscious...
The whole world is the white corner-post of the porch-
a noble column, square, important, Protestant,
and half-a-dozen leaves
of a pagan cherry blossom tree
straining to brush it...
Haven\'t you ever noticed
the trees pulsing with green?
Don\'t tell me you haven\'t seen
a December sky throbbing with blue?
...that you haven\'t waited while
greyish clouds ambled along,
weighty with vapour, pregnant with rain?
Haven\'t you ever noticed
a morning breeze
licking hungrily at the leaves?
nuzzling at the trees?
Haven\'t you ever felt your heart
pounding with the minutes?
flamenco-ing with the seconds?
Hasn\'t time ever been turgid with waiting?
...waiting...waiting...
Then, later, haven\'t you felt the minutes,
the seconds, the hours
drowsy from their slow fornicating?
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Philomena van Rijswijk. “Time\'s a Wild Thing.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13965646/times-a-wild-thingComentarii (0)
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