Time Poems
Clancy Of The Overflow
by Banjo Paterson
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just 'on spec', addressed as follows, 'Clancy, of The Overflow'.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
'Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.'
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
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Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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'Twas A Long Parting — But The Time
by Emily Dickinson
625
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
For Interview—had Come—
Before the Judgment Seat of God—
The last—and second time
These Fleshless Lovers met—
A Heaven in a Gaze—
A Heaven of Heavens—the Privilege
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Time 02
by Mario Odekerken
Time moves like wind across a plain,
unseen,but shifting everything.
It does not pause to ask permission,
nor turn to see what it leaves behind.
A moment is born,then swallowed.
Memories stretch,fade,
or return uninvited.
We chase it,
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Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Zeit 02
by Mario Odekerken
Zeit gleitet wie Nebel über Felder,
lautlos,unerbittlich.
Kein Anfang,den man wirklich spürt,
kein Ende,das man greifen kann.
Sie verändert alles,
ohne sichselbst zu verändern.
Gesichter verblassen,
Worte werden zu Echos
in Räumen, die längst leer sind.
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Tijd 02
by Mario Odekerken
Tijd glijdt als water tussen vingers,
stil,onafwendbaar.
Geen begin dat je echt voelt,
geen einde dat je kunt vangen.
Het verandert alles,
zonder dat het zelf verandert.
Gezichten vervagen,
woorden worden echo's
in kamers waar niemand meer spreekt.
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Time 02
by Mario Odekerken
Time moves like wind across a plain,
unseen,but shifting everything.
It does not pause to ask permission,
nor turn to see what it leaves behind.
A moment is born,then swallowed.
Memories stretch,fade,
or return uninvited.
We chase it,
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His Constant Companion
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Zeit
by Mario Odekerken
Zeit ist ein Strom,
wer stillsteht,
verpasst das Wunder
des Weiterfließens.
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Rainer Maria Rilke (16 poems about Time)
4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic -
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich (14 poems about Time)
November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire -
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Delmore Schwartz (13 poems about Time)
8 December 1913 - 11 July 1966 / Brooklyn / New York / United States