Treasure Island

Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

An Eternity


There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there's now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.

Days I remember of
Now in my heart, are now;
Days that I dream will bloom
White the peach bough.

Dying shall never be
Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
Death never was.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Betty Franklin (10/31/2006 4:18:00 PM)

    I enjoyed 'An Eternity, ' because I found it to be reminiscent of the way I perceived life in my youth. Like the 'wind in the grass, ' I to ran through life. The theme of 'An Eternity' is 'The Nature of Youth.' Thank you for the opportunity to read this interesting work of art. (Report) Reply

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