“Hours, days, months which are the rags of time.” – Donne
If rags, I’ll harvest them and boil
The contaminating soil
From their fibres and attain
The naked residue again.
I shall shake and mat the stuff
Into paper smooth and tough
That will make an aquatint,
Beauty from a lazar-squint.
I shall dig the rags of time
From the misbegotten slime,
Nor ever beg them in the street-
There are too many at my feet.
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