The City Clocks by Padraic Colum

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.
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Date: 1907

By: Padraic Colum (1881-1972)