Sonnet
This is no time for prayers or words or song.
With folded hands we sit and slowly stare.
The world's old wheels go round, and like a fair
The clowns and peep-shows ever pass along.
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Nancy Cunard's sonnet "This is no time for prayers or words or song" was published in the first "cycle" of the Wheels anthology in 1916. To read this sonnet in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below: