It Isn't Time That's Passing
Remember the long ago when we lay together
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn't time that's passing by,
It is you and I.
Commentary
As part of the Poems by Authors theme.
This poem has all the trappings of any Ruskin Bond prose: the creation of vivid images from nature to convey emotions, an elegance born out of simplicity, nostalgia and yearning for old friends. Like most of his other writings which I read as a schoolboy, this doesnt fail to strike a chord instantly.
— Ankur Agrawal
Links
Biography:
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http://members.rediff.com/ruskinbond/