Kenneth Koch Time Poems

  • 1.
    I set forth one misted white day of June
    Beneath the great Atlantic rainway, and heard:
    â??Honestly you smite worlds of truth, but
    Lose your own trains of thought, like a pigeon.
  • 2.
    Patrizia doesn't want to
    Talk about love she
    Says she just
    Wants to make
  • 3.
    There is no way not to be excited
    When what you have been disillusioned by raises its head
    From its arms and seems to want to talk to you again.
    You forget home and family
  • 4.
    It takes a lot of a person's life
    To be French, or English, or American
    Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
    The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
  • 5.
    The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,
    And salty light reveals the Mayan School.
    The Irish hope their names are on the harp,
    We see the sheep's advertisement for wool,
  • 6.
    The Magic of Numbersâ??1

    How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!
    I was twenty-six, and you were twenty-two.
  • 7.
    I remember when I wrote The Circus
    I was living in Paris, or rather we were living in Paris
    Janice, Frank was alive, the Whitney Museum
    Was still on 8th Street, or was it still something else?
  • 8.
    A serious moment for the water is
    when it boils
    And though one usually regards it
    merely as a convenience
  • 9.

    At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say
    -You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent!
Total 9 Time Poems by Kenneth Koch

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Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st
 by William Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away.

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