Slow Grinding Of Time Comments

You hardly have to elaborate this poem, because the title alone is so eloquent. The slow grinding of time - that is both the reality of what happens and an experience of it. I could almost see time as a steamroller crushing human plans, even humans themselves, leaving behind a wasteland. Time is often seen as the essential enemy of humanity in lyric poetry; witness Shakespeare's sonnets with their emphasis on time's destruction of beauty, and also hopes, dreams, plans. And so time takes on the properties of fate. Such is our human condition.