The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.
– Rabindranath Tagore
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet 19
“Time is very slow for those who wait;
very fast for those who are scared;
very long for those who lament;
very short for those who celebrate; but for those who love, time is eternal.”
– William Shakespeare
Other Poems on Time
- I had no time to hate – Emily Dickinson
- Time and Love – Vidyapati
- Farewell Time – Sri Chinmoy
- This is the time of fire – Robert Hass
- The small table of time and space – Hafiz
- On Time – Milton
- Time Runs backwards after death – Robert Bly
- Time, Real and Imaginary – An Allegory – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Loom of Time – anon
- Song of the Open Road – Walt Whitman