Lyric Poem · Love

I had no time to Hate

by Emily Dickinson

I had no time to Hate —

Because

The Grave would hinder Me —

And Life was not so

Ample I

Could finish — Enmity —

Nor had I time to Love —

But since

Some Industry must be —

The little Toil of Love —

I thought

Be large enough for Me —

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Poem: I had no time to Hate
Poet: Emily Dickinson
Length: 12 lines
Form: Lyric Poem
Themes: Love, Death & Loss

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Shape: 12 lines · 2 sestets

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Author record: Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record: PoetryDBI had no time to Hate by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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