An Eternity - poem by Archibald MacLeish | Poets.org
December 2, 2012 · Updated 1:07 PM
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An Eternity
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
Days I remember of Now in my heart, are now; Days that I dream will bloom White peach bough.
Dying shall never be Now in the windy grass; Now under shooken leaves Death never was.
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