Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear; <br />The wheels revolve, the universe keeps running. <br />(Proud you halt upon the spiral stair.) <br /> <br />The asteroids turn traitor in the air, <br />And planets plot with old elliptic cunning; <br />Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear. <br /> <br />Red the unraveled rose sings in your hair: <br />Blood springs eternal if the heart be burning. <br />(Proud you halt upon the spiral stair.) <br /> <br />Cryptic stars wind up the atmosphere, <br />In solar schemes the titled suns go turning; <br />Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear. <br /> <br />Loud the immortal nightingales declare: <br />Love flames forever if the flesh be yearning. <br />(Proud you halt upon the spiral stair.) <br /> <br />Circling zodiac compels the year. <br />Intolerant beauty never will be learning. <br />Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear. <br />(Proud you halt upon the spiral stair.)<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eva-descending-the-stair/
