Great Mezey poem. Not just Robinson but a whisper of Auden?
NO MORE
Once they have closed the door,
That is the final day
And time will be no more.
Forget "the other shore"—
No earth, no sea, no way
Once they have closed the door,
No after, no before,
Nothing for clocks to say,
For time will be no more—
Vain the discarded core,
Useless the feet of clay
Once they have closed the door.
For soldier, queen and whore,
All persons of the play,
Time will be no more.
No time now to restore
This burden, this cliché.
Soon they will close the door
And time will be no more.
Look what happened when I copied. Sigh.
Janet
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