Quotation by C.D. Andrews

Like figures on an ancient clock,
Warrior, or saint, or clown
(All's one to the machine) that wake
When each stale hour is done,
And with preliminary whirr
Play their allotted role,
Stiffly advance, engage, retire
Trembling a little still,
So blandly nodding Death and I
Nearer and nearer march,
At the click of night and the click of day,
— Click-clack! We approach, we approach!
C.D. Andrews (1913–1992), British poet, scholar. An Idle Song for the Journey, London Town (Summer 1934).
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