September
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the arms hold There is no telling where time is. It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still: Behind the eye a star, Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell Time is nowhere. We stand; leaves have not timed the summer. No clock now needs Tell we have only what we remember: Minutes uproaring with our heads Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's When the senseless mob rules; And quietly the trees casting their crowns Into the pools.
September - meaning Summary
Love Beyond Measured Time
The poem presents an intimate moment in which love seems to suspend ordinary time. As the speakers sit together in summer darkness, clocks and calendars lose authority; bodily sensation, memory, and the natural world create a timeless present. The final image introduces fragility: their happiness may be briefly sovereign, but time and change continue quietly around them.
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