In her own words...
"Time Flew"
2004
(2 hrs. 10 min.)
Flurries, flurries
Dusting the flustered street.
Drifts rose.
He thought of red poppies.
Two flights up;
The bell the spell. The air
Was blue.
Some words fell on the rug.
She did
Her best — all politesse
At chess.
A king, a queen, checkmate.
Lifting,
Four eyes met in a blaze,
What they saw
Would have no end, both knew.
About this work
“Time Flew” was first published in The Antioch Review, Vol. 62, no. 1 (Winter 2004), p. 101. It is also included in Dorothea Tanning's book, A Table of Content: Poems, New York: Graywolf Press, 2004, p. 73, and may not be reprinted without the publisher's permission.