I see time as the time of the body. So now that I see myself as time I am about to move into the shadow, out of the high sun, the shadow that is cooling to my skin and brain. I may do exactly what I had been doing under the sun, but now I may do it mildly, letting the heat mount at my own pace, at my own degree of warmth of skin and brain. I become my own master in the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) STANZAS: IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |