- after reading “A Rhyme of the Sun-Dial”
by William Bell Scott
The clock runs on, ‘tis but half-past one”
The baker’s done, all buns eaten but one.
After a nap, ‘tis but half-past two:
Never too late to prepare the stew.
Like a new day, ‘tis just half-past three:
Still much more to do for you and me.
Surely the sun knows it’s half-past four:
The paper is slung against the door.
My stomach tells me it’s half-past five:
There’s other goals for which we should strive.
It’s news on the tube at half-past six:
All can see that good and evil don’t mix.
Midway through and ‘tis half-past seven:
Paddling Rick Steves down the Severn.
The night is young even at half- past eight:
We make our choices, don’t believe in fate.
The die is cast and it’s half-past nine.
There’s still time to discern the sublime.
It’s getting late, ‘tis half-past ten:
Checking again if e-mail was sent.
Day almost spent, half-past eleven:
The pillow so soft, dream sleep ‘til seven.
A new day is born, now half-past twelve:
Morning bells will ring wishing us well.
- July 23,2008
And when you awoak today Sweet music did you hear An olden tune like buds of June Of dewdrops with thirst of noon Kind regards Aine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rhymes; but interlaced with subtle humour and in-depth thoughts.