from "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
"J Alfred Prufrock" is one of my favorite poems. Its depth is such that I find something new with each read, and I've taught it surely over 100 times over the years. It is truly a classic that is timeless (pun intended).
And so, a few quilts inspired by clocks (possibly)...