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A daily stopover, where Time is written. A blog of Todo o Tempo do Mundo © / All a World on Time © universe. Apeadeiro onde o Tempo se escreve, diariamente. Um blog do universo Todo o Tempo do Mundo © All a World on Time ©)

domingo, 28 de novembro de 2021

Meditações - measuring Time, like the blank clock

In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic,

They beg, their eyes made big by empty staring

And only measuring Time, like the blank clock.

No, I shall weave no tracery of pen-ornament

To make them birds upon my singing tree:

Time merely drives these lives which do not live

As tides push rotten stuff along the shore.

– There is no consolation, no, none

In the curving beauty of that line

Traces on our graphs through history, where the oppressor

Starves and deprives the poor.


Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds

Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity.

But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds

This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.

Stephen Spender

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