Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MEASURE OF TIME, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A breath, like the wind's breath, may carry Last Line: And truth has its birth. Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
A BREATH, like the wind's breath, may carry A name far and wide, But the measure of time does not tally With any man's pride. 'T is not a wild chorus of praises, Nor chance, nor yet fate, -- 'T is the greatness born with him, and in him, That makes the man great. And when in the calm self-possession That birthright confers, The man is stretched out to her measure, Fame claims him for hers. Too proud too fall back on achievement, With work in his sight, His triumph may not overtake him This side of the night. And men, with his honors about them, His grave-mound may pass, Nor dream what a great heart lies under Its short knotty grass. But though he has lived thus unprospered, And died thus, alone, His face may not always be hid by A hand-breadth of stone. The long years are wiser than any Wise day of them all, And the hero at last shall stand upright, -- The base image fall. The counterfeit may for a season Deceive the wide earth, But the lie, waxing great, comes to labor. And truth has its birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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