What's O'Clock/Time-Web
TIME-WEB
The day is sharp and hurried As wind upon a dahlia stem; It is harsh and abrupt with me As a North-east breeze Striking a bed of sunflowers. Why should I break at the root And cast all my fragile flowers in the dust—I who am no taller than a creeping pansy? I should be sturdy and definite, Yet am I tossed, and agitated, and pragmatically bending.