Still-flowing River of Time! Would I may store you In dollar or dime Had you but store value!
I would these cupped hands Could stay you, O indivisibly-grained sands Of invisibly-seen hue!
And we shall, my love and I, Pit a stay of sky Over against your stilly breath O swift River of Death!
Poet’s note – Verse 1: Poet wishes he could store time like he could store value in a card. “Still-flowing’ is an oxymoron (a self-contradiction as what is flowing can’t be still). ‘River’ and ‘store value card’ are metaphors. Verse 2: Time is quantized as indivisible grains of sand. ‘Invisibly-seen’ is an oxymoron while ‘invisibly-seen hue’ is a paradox. Verse 3: a sudden and ominous turn in the poem’s theme: the River of Time is the River of Death! Time hastens us to our demise!
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