what time is it?it is by every star (by e.e. cummings)
what time is it?it is by every star
a different time,and each most falsely true;
or so subhuman superminds declare
-nor all their times encompass me and you:
when are we never,but forever now
(hosts of eternity;not guests of seem)
believe me,dear,clocks have enough to do
Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell-
measure imagine,mystery,a kiss
-not though mankind would rather know how than feel;
mistrusting utterly that timelessness
whose absence would make your whole life and my
(and infinite our)merely to undie
