A. Baez Posted December 2, 2019 Share Posted December 2, 2019 Time, did you suppose you might sedate My passion into hush, now that the hour Has stretched its way from early into late? Your hands are light--too light to wield such power! My dreaming joy is like a tropic flower That neither day nor night can subjugate; It scorns to close in eveningtime or cower When wildbeasts howl and rainstorms saturate The shrouded ground with floods of streaming gray. I seek my fill in day and nighttime's deep; Light-fed, I find in darkness, too, a ray To slake me: something rustled from its sleep— Sucked up from sun, and strong enough to stay. Revision--S1, L8--"wildbeasts howl" for "tigers roar" for "tigers howl" for "owlets hoot" Omitted L14, written as a separate stanza: "So time--be still! This vigil I shall keep!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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