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, tell

Time is nowhere.

We stand

leaves have not timed the summer.

No clock now needs

Tell we have only what we remember

Minutes uproaring with our heads

Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's

When the senseless mob rules

And quietly the trees casting their crowns

Into the pools.

Ted Hughes

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