Poems begining by T
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Toby
© John Le Gay Brereton
Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!Dead?
The silence is a flood
That closes, choking, overhead,
And chills the living blood.
Two Poems: (Numbers i and x in 'Strange Meetings.')
© Harold Monro
I
If suddenly a clod of earth should rise,
And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love,
How one would tremble, and in what surprise
Gasp: 'Can you move?'
The Golden Game
© Norman Rowland Gale
If ever there was a Golden Game
To brace the nerves, to cure repining,
The Great Grandfather
© Charles Lamb
My father's grandfather lives still,
His age is fourscore years and ten;
He looks a monument of time,
The agedest of aged men.
The House That Was
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
Thinking Of You
© Nazim Hikmet
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,
It is like listening to the most beautiful song
From the most beautiful voice on earth...
But hope is not enough for me any more,
I don't want to listen to songs any more,
I want to sing.
The Profession. A Sketch
© Alaric Alexander Watts
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine,
A thousand tapers pour their blended rays
To the Many
© Anna Akhmatova
I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath,
I -- am the reflection of your face,
The futile trembling of futile wings,
I am with you to he end, in any case.
The Grey World
© Leon Gellert
Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
Grey hairs in my head,
And grey eyes in my mind.
The Mountain Whippoorwill
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Listen to my fiddle Kingdom ComeKingdom Come!
Hear the frogs a-chunkin "Jug o rum, Jug o' rum!"
Hear that mountain-whippoorwill be lonesome in the air.
An Ill tell yuh how I traveled to the Essex County Fair.
"Today, in class"
© Lesbia Harford
Today, in class,
I read aloud to forty little boys
The legend of King Croesus' boasted joys.
They were so young,
The Sensible Romance Of Mildred
© Edgar Albert Guest
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond,
As fair as peroxide could make her.
The Accursed Cherub
© Arthur Rimbaud
Bluish roofs and white doors
As on nocturnal Sundays,
At the town's end,
the road without Sound is white,
and it is night.
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
© Emily Dickinson
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
Three timesHe would not go
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Watersstrove to stay.
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
The Iron Age
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it--
How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long
Wilt Thou endure this crime? and there, above it,
Look down on Earth nor sweep away the wrong!
The Window
© Arthur Symons
Looking through a narrow window day by day
They behold the world go by on holiday;
Maid to man repeating Love me while you may
All go by them, none returns to them: they stay.
The Treasure
© Sara Teasdale
WHEN they see my songs
They will sigh and say,
"Poor soul, wistful soul,
Lonely night and day."
