Time poems
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The Way to know the Bobolink
© Emily Dickinson
The Way to know the Bobolink
From every other Bird
Precisely as the Joy of him --
Obliged to be inferred.
The Snow that never drifts --
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
The Province of the Saved
© Emily Dickinson
The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art -- To save --
Through Skill obtained in Themselves --
The Science of the Grave
The pedigree of Honey
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree of Honey
Does not concern the Bee --
A Clover, any time, to him,
Is Aristocracy --
The Luxury to apprehend
© Emily Dickinson
The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
© Emily Dickinson
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight --
The harm of Years is on him --
© Emily Dickinson
The harm of Years is on him --
The infamy of Time --
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.
The face I carry with me -- last
© Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with me -- last --
When I go out of Time --
To take my Rank -- by -- in the West --
That face -- will just be thine --
The Days that we can spare
© Emily Dickinson
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then
In our Economy
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
It's Somewhat in the Cold --
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet --
And haply, in the World --
The Angle of a Landscape
© Emily Dickinson
The Angle of a Landscape --
That every time I wake --
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack --
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time --
© Emily Dickinson
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time --
Show justest -- through an Open Tomb --
The Dying -- as it were a Height
Reorganizes Estimate
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
Every time -- for Two --
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You --
Superiority to Fate
© Emily Dickinson
Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn
Some, too fragile for winter winds
© Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Work for Immortality
© Emily Dickinson
Some -- Work for Immortality --
The Chiefer part, for Time --
He -- Compensates -- immediately --
The former -- Checks -- on Fame --
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
© Emily Dickinson
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years.
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
© Emily Dickinson
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
Debated -- Rose again --
This time -- beyond the estimate
Of Envy, or of Men --
She sped as Petals of a Rose
© Emily Dickinson
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind --
A frail Aristocrat of Time
Indemnity to find --
Said Death to Passion
© Emily Dickinson
Said Death to Passion
"Give of thine an Acre unto me."
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths
"A Thousand Times Thee Nay."
