Days

By Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803–1882 Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

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Poet Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803–1882

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Time & Brevity, Living, Disappointment & Failure

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No one has a better claim than Ralph Waldo Emerson to being the central figure in the whole history of American literature. All artists distill influences from the past to become, themselves, influences on the future, but in Emerson's case the affiliations reach farther back and farther forward and more generally and consequentially in both directions. He inherits, for example, the inwardness of his Puritan ancestors—their . . .

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SUBJECT Time & Brevity, Living, Disappointment & Failure

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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