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Passing Time - Poem by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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Time Poems
  1. 1. Passing Time
    Maya Angelou
  2. 2. The Time I Like Best
    Roger McGough
  3. 3. A Prayer In Time Of War
    Alfred Noyes
  4. 4. A Song Of Eternity In Time
    Sidney Lanier
  5. 5. Two Tramps In Mud Time
    Robert Frost
  6. 6. In A Dark Time
    Theodore Roethke
  7. 7. To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time
    Robert Herrick
  8. 8. Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subt..
    John Milton
  9. 9. The Plough Of Time
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  10. 10. Was There A Time
    Dylan Thomas
  11. 11. Less Time
    Andre Breton
  12. 12. Always For The First Time
    Andre Breton
  13. 13. Cherry-Time
    Robert Graves
  14. 14. Milton: And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time
    William Blake
  15. 15. Time And Time And Time Again
    David Keig
  16. 16. Time Long Past
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  17. 17. On Time
    John Milton
  18. 18. As The Time Draws Nigh
    Walt Whitman
  19. 19. Meditations In Time Of Civil War
    William Butler Yeats
  20. 20. Time
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  21. 21. The Faun Sees Snow For The First Time
    Richard Aldington
  22. 22. T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died.
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. A Meditation In Time Of War
    William Butler Yeats
  24. 24. Winter-Time
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  25. 25. Time To Rise
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  26. 26. The Course Of Life, Time, And Events And..
    Merlin Archivilla
  27. 27. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The Firs..
    John Keats
  28. 28. Sonnet 49: Against That Time, If Ever Th..
    William Shakespeare
  29. 29. Time Cures All
    Hilaire Belloc
  30. 30. Spring In War Time
    Sara Teasdale
  31. 31. Never The Time And The Place
    Robert Browning
  32. 32. Or From That Sea Of Time
    Walt Whitman
  33. 33. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time
    William Butler Yeats
  34. 34. Sonnet Xxxviii: First Time He Kissed Me
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  35. 35. Time, Real And Imaginary
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  36. 36. The Time When I First Fell In Love
  37. 37. To Lucasta On Going To The War - For The..
    Robert Graves
  38. 38. Who Bides His Time
    James Whitcomb Riley
  39. 39. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  40. 40. Dusk In War Time
    Sara Teasdale
  41. 41. To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
    William Butler Yeats
  42. 42. Time Of Roses
    Thomas Hood
  43. 43. Long Time I Lay In Little Ease
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  44. 44. Time Knows Time
    Tirupathi Chandrupatla
  45. 45. Upon Time And Eternity
    John Bunyan
  46. 46. They Say That 'Time Assuages,
    Emily Dickinson
  47. 47. The Time I'Ve Lost
    Thomas Moore
  48. 48. Sonnet Xxiii: Time, Cruel Time
    Samuel Daniel
  49. 49. No Time Like The Old Time
    Oliver Wendell Holmes
  50. 50. To Think Of Time
    Walt Whitman

New Time Poems

  1. Oddity Of Death, Clinton Siegle
  2. A Time For Anything, Hebert Logerie
  3. Now Is The One Infinite Time! The One In.., Joshua Aaron Guillory
  4. Where Does Wine Come From, Clinton Siegle
  5. My Time Your Time Our Time, Gajanan Mishra
  6. Name Poetry, Clinton Siegle
  7. Going Blindness Acrostic, Clinton Siegle
  8. OFTEN TIMES, Nora-Eugenie Gomringer
  9. Sonnet 30, Oduma Alex
  10. Natural Life (Epic), Daniel Reurink

Time Poems

  1. A Song Of Eternity In Time

    Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree to part us, bitterly repining. My Love, in aimless love and grief, Reached forth and drew aside a leaf That just above us played the thief And stole our starlight that for us was shining. A star that had remarked her pain Shone straightway down that leafy lane, And wrought his image, mirror-plain, Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming. "Thus Time," I cried, "is but a tear Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear, Yet in his little lucent sphere Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."

  2. The Time I Like Best

    The time I like best is 6am when the snow is 6 inches deep which I'm yet to discover 'cause I'm under the covers fast, fast asleep.

  3. Two Tramps In Mud Time

    Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!" I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind And let the other go on a way. I knew pretty well what he had in mind: He wanted to take my job for pay. Good blocks of oak it was I split, As large around as the chopping block; And every piece I squarely hit Fell splinterless as a cloven rock. The blows that a life of self-control Spares to strike for the common good, That day, giving a loose my soul, I spent on the unimportant wood. The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March. A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, His song so pitched as not to excite A single flower as yet to bloom. It is snowing a flake; and he half knew Winter was only playing possum. Except in color he isn't blue, But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom. The water for which we may have to look In summertime with a witching wand, In every wheelrut's now a brook, In every print of a hoof a pond. Be glad of water, but don't forget The lurking frost in the earth beneath That will steal forth after the sun is set And show on the water its crystal teeth. The time when most I loved my task The two must make me love it more By coming with what they came to ask. You'd think I never had felt before The weight of an ax-head poised aloft, The grip of earth on outspread feet, The life of muscles rocking soft And smooth and moist in vernal heat. Out of the wood two hulking tramps (From sleeping God knows where last night, But not long since in the lumber camps). They thought all chopping was theirs of right. Men of the woods and lumberjacks, They judged me by their appropriate tool. Except as a fellow handled an ax They had no way of knowing a fool. Nothing on either side was said. They knew they had but to stay their stay And all their logic would fill my head: As that I had no right to play With what was another man's work for gain. My right might be love but theirs was need. And where the two exist in twain Theirs was the better right--agreed. But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes.

  4. A Prayer In Time Of War

    The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual." Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting -- at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised -- The night is on them all. The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said . .. And we, who deemed him wise, We who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power Who scorned Thee yesterday? How should we kneel, in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray! Grant us the single heart, once more, That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer, For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there.

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