Poem of the Hour
Yet I could see ghosts
Yet I could see ghosts. I thought it was from
Her too that I was wrong. At any rate
I did the same to hers. That was the one
Thing dreadful. Nor until it was too late
I did the same to hers. And up the hill.
I was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.
I felt how shall I put it. Nor until
It was from her. It must have been the night
Before I left her. I discovered Then
Among the bushes. It was from her too
That I did not see what became of them.
I doubted my eyes. I was feeling you
May have known. I did not see how things were
Kept going. Nor until it was from her.
(TheTimeMachine / Sonnet)
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