Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
Now is the latest moment of all time.
NOW is the outmost bound,
Beyond which I can see
Wild hills of Tartary:
Hunger, delight, and love, and sorrow,
That are tomorrow and tomorrow.
Over this Chinese Wall the eyes of empire
Press and peer.
Anxiety and fear
Choke the unwilling battle-cry:
We must go forward, forward, or we die!"
Why have I come, and by what ways,
To this low tower above an empty valley?.
How have I lived my days,
That NOW I front the wild unknown
On a windy tower, cold, alone. . . .
And even while I speak, the seconds rally
To overcome the mind thus vexed,
And are the NOW that was to be the next.