The Years Shall Run Like Rabbits

notice the arms.....then look above at the legs......a happy accident

As I Walked Out One Evening
W.H Auden

As I walked out one evening
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street

I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits
For in my arms I hold
The flower of the Ages
And the first love of the world

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In th burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

Now that's a love poem.
I know the art above has licensed scrapbook paper in it and so I'm not planning on reproducing them.
That said, I am still working on the book that you saw in the Night Studio post. It's taking longer than I thought. But I've realized lately that perfectionism can be a good thing. If I am going to put something out there, it's going to be my best work.


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