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An Eternity – poem by Archibald MacLeish | Poets.org

Published 12:50 pm Sunday, December 2, 2012

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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