Gieb ihr ein Schweigen (c)
Theodore Stephanides
The Clock
Against the wall the ild clock stands
And watches us as we embrace;
With every kiss its creeping hands
Shift slowly round its vacant face.
Those spiteful hands like cruel shears
Lop off the minutes we so prize,
But in our hearts a-down the years
Is held a hint of paradise.
(from "The Golden face", 1965)
The Clock
Against the wall the ild clock stands
And watches us as we embrace;
With every kiss its creeping hands
Shift slowly round its vacant face.
Those spiteful hands like cruel shears
Lop off the minutes we so prize,
But in our hearts a-down the years
Is held a hint of paradise.
(from "The Golden face", 1965)