The clock's chiming proclaims fall around: <br />Harder then in the year that had passed, <br />And an apple beats the icy ground <br />In so many as apples are times. <br /> <br />With this music, austere and mind-fashioned, <br />Who repeats, that time doesn't stop its roll? <br />The old gardens, this soldier in action, <br />Now seem as inactive at all. <br /> <br />It's seen better, in Nature, still grievous, <br />The cognation's and love's feature-bliss, <br />As if you were no casual witness, <br />But just one honored guest on her feast.<br /><br />Bella Akhmadulina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clock-s-chiming/
