Time is the root of all this earth;
These creatures, who from Time had birth,
Within his bosom at the end
Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend.
All we in one long caravan
Are journeying since the world began;
We know not whither, but we know
Time guideth at the front, and all must go.
Like as the wind upon the field
Bows every herb, and all must yield,
So we beneath Time’s passing breath
Bow each in turn, – why tears for birth or death?
Bhartrihari, ‘Time’, tr. Paul Elmer More
Other Poems about Remembrance
- Remembrances – John Clare
- Bereavement – Shelley
- Remembering– W.S. Merwin
- Parting – Emily Bronte
- I remember – Sri Chinmoy
- Remember – Christina Rossetti
- Rememberance – Rainer Maria Rilke
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- Rememberance Poetry at the BBC
- Poetic Themes
- Remembrance Poetryat Amazon.com
- Poems and Quotes of Remembrance