Knud Sørensen: 'Om tiden'

 

CONCERNING TIME

 

It is not the wind

that whips the grass

colourless,

it is not the wind

that makes fruit

fall from the outermost branches

right now,

and it is not the wind

that makes clouds seek

the closest horizon. No

it is no use

choosing the wind

as an explanation

I’m well aware

it isn’t that

which is raging out here,

but that it is time,

my one and only time,

which is running faster

and faster

and is running farther

and farther away, I’m well aware

it is that

which has burst out of my pulse

and now –

suddenly – stands there gloating,

free at last.