Living in a house <br />near the Black Forest, <br />without any clocks, <br />she's begun <br /> <br />to listen to the walls. <br />Her neighbors have clocks, <br />not one <br />but twenty clocks apiece. <br /> <br />Sometimes <br />a claque of clocks <br />applauds <br />the passing of each day. <br /> <br />Listen to the walls <br />& wind your watch. <br />Poor love, poor love, <br />have they caught you <br /> <br />by the pendulum? <br />Do they think they've <br />got you stopped? <br />Have you <br /> <br />already gathered how, <br />living near the Black Forest, <br />she gets by <br />on cups of borrowed time?<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/near-the-black-forest/
