<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts<br>You wile your time away<br>When all around huge swelling bells<br>Toll the days away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every hour that announced may go<br>Your silent hands take hold<br>And though the ages chimed in ears<br>Yours they never behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all the clocks the world had known<br>Had struck one strong big note, <br>They would never still your plodding tone<br>Nor the working hearth you alert.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you wonder, wonder, little clock<br>What makes the grandfather tick! <br>Or his aching belly in the depth of sorrow<br>Cries to the world it's sick! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thirty million years and Pleistocene dark, <br>They are one split second short! <br>And whimpering suns that rise and flop<br>Have scarce stolen your tick or thought! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, my little clock, my faithful clock<br>When I hear the tall town bell, <br>I'll shrug my shoulders, one tiny moment<br>And know that all is well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated to Gertrud Widmayer, my landlady at Heidelberg</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(©: T. Wignesan,1957 (from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523663" data-title="Little Clock de T. Wignesan" data-description="Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts You wile your time away When all around huge swelling bells Toll the days away! Every hour that announced may go Your silent hands take hold And though the ages chimed in ears Yours they never behold. If ..."></div> </div> </div>

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