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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Ralph Waldo Emerson—a New England preacher, essayist, lecturer, poet, and philosopher—was one of the most influential writers and thinkers of the nineteenth century in the United States. Emerson was also the first major American literary and intellectual figure to widely explore, write seriously about, and seek to broaden the domestic audience for classical Asian and Middle Eastern works. He not only gave countless readers 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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