Moment to moment the body seems to me to there: a catch of air, pattern of space - Let's walk today all the way to the beach, let's think of when we'll be in two years' time, of where we were. Let the days go. Each moment if of such paradoxical definition - a waterfall that would flow backward if it could. It can? My time, One thinks, is drawing to some close. This feeling comes and goes. No measure ever serves enough, enough - so "finish it" gets done, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN IN A ROOM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |