Fugue by Howard Nemerov
filed in English Poetry on Jul.12, 2009
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“You see them vanish in their speeding cars,
The many people hastening through the world,
And wonder what they would have done before
This time of time speed distance, random streams
Of molecules hastened by what rising heat”…
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