by Pavel Chichikov
How long to judgment, duck and drake?
Ask, they know how long it takes
Three-world ones they slide and paddle
Air and land and water straddle
Wind comes up, I hear it seethe
The oak leaves of last summer breathe
A year is done, we grow senescent
Like the moon from full to crescent
Here we rattle, here we hang
Where once the wren and sparrow sang
But there are calendars apart
One of time and one of art
The first is of the human mind
The second of another kind
The first is life and measures death
The other lasts with nothing left
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