The Odd Uneven Time

Of course. The poet Sylvia Plath wrote it. I have read her journals, poetry and numerous biographies enough to have many of her words etched in my own psyche. Wanting to give credit where credit is due--and being a great fan of Plath and her mythology--here is the source of "odd, uneven time": a phrase that so aptly describes the dwindling down of August.

• From Sylvia Plath's JOURNALS [August 8, 1952]:

"Friday, 9:45pm...Three years ago, the hot sticky August rain fell big and wet as I sat listlessly on my porch at home, crying over the way summer would not come again-- never the same. The first story in print came from that 'never again' refrain beat out by the rain. August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."