This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Dog Days
'When you stop to consider
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life.'
For the days are long -
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror.
...
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life.'
For the days are long -
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror.
...
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