We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: <br />No clock counts this. <br />When kisses are repeated and the arms hold <br />There is no telling where time is. <br /> <br />It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still: <br />Behind the eye a star, <br />Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell <br />Time is nowhere. <br /> <br />We stand; leaves have not timed the summer. <br />No clock now needs <br />Tell we have only what we remember: <br />Minutes uproaring with our heads <br /> <br />Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's <br />When the senseless mob rules; <br />And quietly the trees casting their crowns <br />Into the pools.<br /><br />Ted Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september/
