Poems begining by T
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The South-Wester
© George Meredith
Day of the cloud in fleets! O day
Of wedded white and blue, that sail
The Female Phaeton
© Matthew Prior
Thus Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflamed.
The Crucible
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because thou camest, Love, to break
The strong mould of this world in two,
And of the senseless fragments take
And in thy mighty music make
the feminine touch
© Rg Gregory
she came on a fine cool morning
the last of a course i was attending
as we crowded the pavement
waiting to be let in hello she said
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE IN A HIGH POSITION
To you, a poet, glorious, heaven--born,
One who is not a poet but a son
Of the earth earthy, sick and travel--worn
that precise moment
© Rg Gregory
however foul the times or difficult the ways are
through those personal morasses this change of age
wont let a single being (rich or poor) be free from
come spring the trees get on with their blossoming
youd think they didnt read the newspapers
The Massacre of MacPherson
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Fhairshon had a son,
Who married Noah's daughter,
And nearly spoiled ta Flood
By trinking up ta water:
the ordinary again
© Rg Gregory
you are not interested in me
a receiver of food and a giver of shit
my brain knuckled under
the watchers
© Rg Gregory
against their beliefs a blue spot came slowly
out of the greennobody expected such a thing to occur
on a thursdaythe watchers switched over from their electronic
eye to their notesthe evidence undeniably placed thursday as the day
The Missionary - Canto Sixth
© William Lisle Bowles
The second moon had now begun to wane,
Since bold Valdivia left the southern plain;
there is a god
© Rg Gregory
i belch
acre upon acre
of cotton wool
and there is still
not enough for his beard
The Exile's Choice
© Victor Marie Hugo
Since justice slumbers in the abysm,
Since the crime's crowned with despotism,
Since all most upright souls are smitten,
Since proudest souls are bowed for shame,
Since on the walls in lines of flame
My country's dark dishonour's written;
the moon
© Rg Gregory
when the body of a woman dissolves
within are the three feared facesthe man who dares to trace them comes
to grief - but nothing personal is meantwaves and particles transvest - vulva
breast and womb are sexless doors beyond whose suck a sensual light
the singing dog
© Rg Gregory
when the dog began to sing
the people ran amok
a man shinned up a flagpole
a woman chewed her sock
The Heart Cry
© Francis William Bourdillon
She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name.
Thought I was free
© Saigyo
Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
comes as surprise:
a woodcock shoots up from the marsh
where autumn's twilight falls.
the red man says hello
© Rg Gregory
the red man says hello
the green tree says i'm here
all grown-ups are sleeping
only the children hear
