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September

We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:

No clock counts this.

When kisses are repeated and the arms hold There is no telling where time is.

It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:

Behind the eye a star,

Under the silk of the wrist a sea,

Time is nowhere.

We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.

No clock now

Tell we have only what we remember:

Minutes uproaring with our

Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's When the senseless mob rules;

And quietly the trees casting their

Into the pools.

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Ted Hughes

Edward James Hughes OM OBE FRSL (17 August 1930 – 28 October 1998) was an English poet, translator, and children's writer. Critics frequently ra…
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