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kenneth patchen | it is the hour
Kenneth Patchen
IT IS THE HOUR
A sigh is little altered
Beside the slow oak;
As the rustling fingers
Of the sun
Stir through the silvery ash
That begins to collect on the forest floor.
It is the hour
When the day seems to die
In our arms;
And we have not done
Much that was beautiful.
[from: THERE’S LOVE ALL DAY, Hallmark Editions, 1970]
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