Sunday 28 March 2010

Poem of the Week

A Nursery Rhyme
as if it might have been written byT.S. Eliot
Wendy Cope

Because time will not run backwards
Because time
Because time will not run
Hickory Dickory

In the last minute of the first hour
I saw the mouse ascend the ancient timepiece,
Claws whispering like wind in dry hyacinths.

One o'clock,
The street lamp said,
'Remark the mouse that races toward the carpet.'

And the unstilled wheel still turning
Hickory dickory
Hickory dickory
dock

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