At my dying hour, and over my long life,
A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.


Poem (1941)


At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.

At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.

At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.

At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.