Time poems

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You constituted Time --

© Emily Dickinson

You constituted Time --
I deemed Eternity
A Revelation of Yourself --
'Twas therefore Deity

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Without a smile -- Without a Throe

© Emily Dickinson

Without a smile -- Without a Throe
A Summer's soft Assemblies go
To their entrancing end
Unknown -- for all the times we met --
Estranged, however intimate --
What a dissembling Friend --

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Who were "the Father and the Son"

© Emily Dickinson

Who were "the Father and the Son"
We pondered when a child,
And what had they to do with us
And when portentous told

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When Night is almost done

© Emily Dickinson

When Night is almost done --
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces --
It's time to smooth the Hair --

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What mystery pervades a well!

© Emily Dickinson

What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far --
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

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Were natural mortal lady

© Emily Dickinson

Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime --

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We talked with each other about each other

© Emily Dickinson

We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke --
We were listening to the seconds' Races
And the Hoofs of the Clock --

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We send the Wave to find the Wave --

© Emily Dickinson

We send the Wave to find the Wave --
An Errand so divine,
The Messenger enamored too,
Forgetting to return,

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We do not know the time we lose --

© Emily Dickinson

We do not know the time we lose --
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties --

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Unto my Books -- so good to turn --

© Emily Dickinson

Unto my Books -- so good to turn --
Far ends of tired Days --
It half endears the Abstinence --
And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --

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Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me

© Emily Dickinson

Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me --
How Kinsmen fell --
Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the Glory --
And their young will

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Two -- were immortal twice --

© Emily Dickinson

Two -- were immortal twice --
The privilege of few --
Eternity -- obtained -- in Time --
Reversed Divinity --

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To be forgot by thee

© Emily Dickinson

To be forgot by thee
Surpasses Memory
Of other minds
The Heart cannot forget

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Time's wily Chargers will not wait

© Emily Dickinson

Time's wily Chargers will not wait
At any Gate but Woe's --
But there -- so gloat to hesitate
They will not stir for blows --

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Time feels so vast that were it not

© Emily Dickinson

Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity --
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity --

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Time does go on --

© Emily Dickinson

Time does go on --
I tell it gay to those who suffer now --
They shall survive --
There is a sun --
They don't believe it now --

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Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --

© Emily Dickinson

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
Three times -- He would not go --
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Waters -- strove to stay.

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They say that "Time assuages" --

© Emily Dickinson

They say that "Time assuages" --
Time never did assuage --
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age --

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There's the Battle of Burgoyne --

© Emily Dickinson

There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
Over, every Day,
By the Time that Man and Beast
Put their work away

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The Winters are so short

© Emily Dickinson

The Winters are so short --
I'm hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away --
And moving into Pod --