poetry - day 11

Apr 11, 2009 22:26

In any weather
at any hour of the day or night
I have been anxious to improve
the nick of time, and
notch it on my stick too;
to stand on the meeting of two eternities,
the past and the future,
which is precisely the present moment;
to toe that line.

Thoreau

poetry, transcendentalism

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