Time, You Have No Right

By Jack Joseph Smith

Dare wind dare- Oalliwhem my hand is over-my cheek Resting my ear: From the silence So:loud* Beforecand after the-now Dare: wind dare Resemble my agony when you think me weakened At the sight! of your voices: Over: shambles -behind ‘and longing beyond” But: ax ash dropping: slowly - In the-latecnight' with barely a-dinness above: Dave-wind ‘dare: Plead thet’.it' is you I seek When: spirit has: gone away And this-breeze-doesnot touch my spine With shivers-of saintly darkness~ Im spiritual sacrifice ~beneath Dare wind dare Flutter me: away to the floor of the déep In: a moment I am falling to- Twisted: im fearrof ghost: beams: Moving along: the-orack of a-frozen door~ Where: lies: the-shadowed ice-of terrible sin Burning. between us:

Original Scan

Page 81

AI Interpretation

GPT

A defiant incantation against time's claim on memory, where wind, darkness, spiritual sacrifice, and ghostly imagery weave together a speaker falling through fear toward frozen, sinful depths.

Claude

The repeated 'Dare wind dare' works as both command and plea — daring the wind to come closer while daring it to try. The poem's real argument is in its opening line: time has no right to memory, which means memory belongs to the body, to the hand over the cheek, to the ear resting in silence. As the speaker falls through ghost beams and frozen doors, what burns between them is not love or loss but the sin of having been present at all.