Time's Lesson (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

Time's Lesson
By Emily Dickinson


Mine enemy is growing old, — 
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, — 

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.

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