In love it may be dangerous
to reckon on time to count
on it time’s here and then
it’s gone I’m not thinking
of death or disaster but of
the slippage the unpredictable
disappearance of days on which
we were depending for happiness.
to reckon on time to count
on it time’s here and then
it’s gone I’m not thinking
of death or disaster but of
the slippage the unpredictable
disappearance of days on which
we were depending for happiness.
James Laughlin, “Elusive Time” from Poems New and Selected.
Foto: Virgílio Ferreira.
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