Live Blindly and upon the Hour By Trumball Stickney

Even Such Is Time

Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My me up, I trust.

Live Blindly and upon the Hour BYTRUMBULL STICKNEY

Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go,
Poor child, and be not to thyself abhorred.
Around thine earth sun-wingd winds do blow
And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword;
The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord
And the long strips of :
Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.
Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight
About their fragile hairs arial gold.
, thou livest,as of old
Apollo springing naked to the light,
And all his island shivered into flowers.

Days BYPHILIP LARKIN

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

HW: for 10/28/22 submit via email
Use any two poems above and discuss how the theme of time is treated in the poems; use direct quotes. Explain how each ; discuss the shift of perception from one poem to another.
OPTIONAL: connect to Foucault, Kant, or any other text we discussed in class this semester.