Daily Whitman



To Think of Time

  To think of time—of all that retrospection,
  To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward.

  Have you guess'd you yourself would not continue?
  Have you dreaded these earth-beetles?
  Have you fear'd the future would be nothing to you?

  Is to-day nothing? is the beginningless past nothing?
  If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.

  To think that the sun rose in the east—that men and women were
      flexible, real, alive—that every thing was alive,
  To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part,
  To think that we are now here and bear our part.


Posted on 07/06/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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