Time

Thoughts on Time by Allen Curnow.

I am the nor'west air nosing among the pines I am the water-race and the rust on railway lines I am the mileage recorded on yellow signs.

I am dust, I am distance, I am lupins back of the beach I am the sums sole-charge teachers teach I am cows called to milking and the magpie's screech,

I am nine o'clock in the morning when the office is clean I am the slap of the belting and the smell of the machine I am the place in the park where the lovers are seen.

I am recurrent music the children hear I am level noises in the remembering ear I am the sawmill and the passionate second gear.

I, Time, am all these, yet these exist Among my mountainous fabrics like a mist, So do they the measurable world resist.

I, Time, call down, condense, confer, On the willing memory the shapes these were: I, more than your conscious carrier,

Am island, am sea, am father, farm, and friend, Though I am here all things my coming attend; I am, you have heard it, the Beginning and the End.

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