For I have known them all already, know them all -- have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.

If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.