The City clocks point out the hours–
They look like moons on their darkened towers–
And I who was shown my destination
Thrice, but have no sense of location,
Am back again at one or the other
Looming clocks that have changed the figure.
Moments a thousand have hurried over,
And the sought place is as far as ever.
The City clocks point out the hours–
They look like moons on their darkened towers;
That Time and Place are a tangled skein
Their mingled strokes say over again.
From: Colum, Padraic, The Collected Poems of Padraic Colum, 1953, Devin-Adair: New York, p. 141.
(https://archive.org/stream/collectedpoemsof030070mbp#page/n155/mode/2up)
Date: 1907
By: Padraic Colum (1881-1972)