A couple of years ago I got thinking about the grandfather clock I had picked up at an auction for not too much money. It was a beautiful thing; built around 1820, slender and delicate, with the most gentle sound of a bell, like a ghost of time, marking out the hours. It got me thinking about time and how it holds the universe together, and in that daydream I had the idea for this sonnet. I hope you like it.
PS: I still don’t think I’ve got the final line right, so am working on it!
I Bought A Long Case Clock
I bought a long case clock, whose motive weight
through wheels, escapement, pendulum and gears
spins time with gravity. Now contemplate
how Time has Weight to mark our passing years;
how gravity’s a mystery whose effects
are seen in Heaven’s Movement and the Tide –
revealed by bending starlight, it directs
unseen: forever present, yet implied;
how Time’s the precondition for the chain
of causes linking future, present, past;
and how this impulse secretly sustains
our World: it was the first, it will be last.
All this my clock provokes: how this machine
the Infinite implies…
…and hands unseen
Copyright (c) 2010 Matthew Wingett in all media
Reminds me of John Keats (quite possibly the Best Poet Ever).
I came to your site to read Maha’s article, and am so happy to read your work.
You might enjoy a blog that a friend of mine writes…
Sorry for taking so long to get back to you, but what with Christmas and all that…
I took a look at the blog you recommended, and WHAT A GREAT WRITER Elizabeth Collier Denton is. Lovely fresh style and an inquisitive mind. I will keep an eye on it from time to time.
Anyway, thanks for your great comments. I have it in mind to write a series of sonnets… so comparing me to Keats is certainly something that a) I don’t deserve, and b) adore.
Thank you, and Happy New Year.
And remember: Life Is Amazing!