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Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
This is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
How could I think the brief years were enough
To prove the reality of endless love?
I no more wrote than read that book which is
The self I am, half hidden as it is
From one and all who see within a kiss
The lounging formless blackness of an abyss. How could I think the brief years were enough
To prove the reality of endless love?
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Whence, if ever, shall come the actuality
Of a voice speaking the mind's knowing,
The sunlight bright on the green windowshade,
And the self articulate, affectionate, and flowing,
Ease, warmth, light, the utter showing,
When in the white bed all things are made.
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
Where the light is, and each thing clear,
Separate from all others, standing in its place,
I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for day when the whole world has that face:
For what assures her present every year?
In dark accidents the mind's sufficient grace.
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
How the false truths of the years of youth have passed!
Have passed at full speed like trains which never stopped
There where I stood and waited, hardly aware,
How little I knew, or which of them was the one
To mount and ride to hope or where true hope arrives.
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)