“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label to-day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label to-day. Show all posts
Saturday, May 21, 2016
When you said When
I thought when you said tomorrow
you meant today
when today you said yesterday and
yesterday it was tomorrow-
tomorrow will it be today
or yesterday-
Either way-
Yesterday's tomorrow
of course meant Today-
So, tomorrow then.
I will plan yesterday
as though it led to-
to-day-too-
late,
there's always
more tomorrow(s)
if we count
today
anyway.
Someday I will
have to say some-thing,
have some-thing
to say-
tomorrow, only
a today away.
Image of painting by Jan Matsys, At the Tax Collector (1539), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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