"Like a clock whose hands are sweeping / Past the minutes of its face, / And the world is like an apple / Whirling silently in space, / Like the circles that you find / In the windmills of your mind!"
— Bergman, Alan (b. 1925) and Marilyn Bergman [née Keith] (b.1929)
Work Title
Date
1968
Metaphor
"Like a clock whose hands are sweeping / Past the minutes of its face, / And the world is like an apple / Whirling silently in space, / Like the circles that you find / In the windmills of your mind!"
Metaphor in Context
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
To a tunnel of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Categories
Citation
Link to Lyrics: www.alanandmarilynbergman.com
Date of Entry
04/02/2011
