For us like any other fugitive, br Like the numberless flowers that cannot number br And all the beasts that need not remember, br It is today in which we live. br br So many try to say Not Now, br So many have forgotten how br To say I Am, and would be br Lost, if they could, in history. br br Bowing, for instance, with such old-world grace br To a proper flag in a proper place, br Muttering like ancients as they stump upstairs br Of Mine and His or Ours and Theirs. br br Just as if time were what they used to will br When it was gifted with possession still, br Just as if they were wrong br In no more wishing to belong. br br No wonder then so many die of grief, br So many are so lonely as they die; br No one has yet believed or liked a lie, br Another time has other lives to live.