The Constraints of Time

The Constraints of Time

At birth, I clocked in with your heart.
I wound you up and let your cymbals bang.
Little monkey, run! off! Your ticker
isn’t long. Be sure to take your
time. Be sure you’re never
late! You have a meeting at six
and a mission at eight—lunch at eleven
at Ellen Estates. By noon,
may I remind you, the day
isn’t halfway behind you.
At two is the dentist, at three the repair man,
at four is that agent from Central L.A.
The dog wants to be walked, the kids
want to be played with. But the post offices,
the banks: they close by five
and you have nine month’s worth
of overdue fines. I’m telling you,
I am waving my three hands
from the walls, from the towers,
from your cell phone and computer;
I’m with you everywhere you go,
eating up pasts and spitting out futures.
I’m even strapped to your wrist,
always crying, “It’s time, it’s time!”
If you could just manage
a little nap, you could stop this
madness. As sure as tock follows
tick, you could forget I exist,
if only for a little while.

by Ryan Dowling

Emily Dickinson’s Gun


“My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –”

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a Day
The Owner passed – identified –
And carried Me away –

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods –
And now We hunt the Doe –
And every time I speak for Him –
The Mountains straight reply –

And I do smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow –
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through –

And when at Night – Our good Day done –
I guard My Master’s Head –
‘Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow – to have shared –

To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –
None stir the second time –
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –
Or an emphatic Thumb –

Though I than He – may longer live
He longer must – than I –
For I have but the power to kill,
Without – the power to die –

by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


Personification is the attribution of human qualities to a non-human thing. In this poem, Dickinson personifies a gun. Observe the different ways Dickinson uses personification. Here are only a few of them:

The speaker of the poem (the “Loaded Gun”) reveals an intense relationship with its master (“The Owner”). Notice how Dickinson resists saying that the master sleeps with a gun under his pillow; instead, the gun says, “I guard My Master’s head.” Later on she suggests that the gun itself can kill anyone who poses a threat to its master: “To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –/ None stir the second time.” And in the final two lines, “For I have but the power to kill,/ Without – the power to die –“ Dickinson shows that the gun is capable of existential thought (in short, thinking about the “human” condition). Notice too how the final line, in turn, reveals the gun’s only non-human quality, which is also the source of its anxiety: it cannot die.