Poems begining by T
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The Amen Stone
© John Wesley
On my desk there is a stone with the word “Amen” on it,
a triangular fragment of stone from a Jewish graveyard destroyed
The Lie
© Don Paterson
As was my custom, I’d risen a full hour
before the house had woken to make sure
that everything was in order with The Lie,
his drip changed and his shackles all secure.
The Asians Dying
© William Stanley Merwin
Rain falls into the open eyes of the dead
Again again with its pointless sound
When the moon finds them they are the color of everything
The Martyr
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Indicative of the passion of the people
on the 15th of April, 1865
The Pear
© Ruth Stone
There is the picker, stretches for the knife,
There are the ravening who claw the fruit,
More, those adjuring wax that lasts a life,
And foxes, freak for cunning, after loot.
For that sweet suck the hornet whines his wits,
But husbandman will dry her for the pits.
The Shortest Night
© Yusef Komunyakaa
I went into the forest searching
for fire inside pleading wood,
The Clearing
© Jane Kenyon
The dog and I push through the ring
of dripping junipers
to enter the open space high on the hill
where I let him off the leash.
The Maldive Shark
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The Corn-Stalk Fiddle
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When the corn’s all cut and the bright stalks shine
Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;
When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
Then its heigho fellows and hi-diddle-diddle,
For the time is ripe for the corn-stalk fiddle.
The Caveman on the Train
© Daniel Nester
When first the apprizing eye and tongue that muttered
(Banished from Eden’s air? Or pride of apes?)
The Smile
© William Blake
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Old Codger’s Lament
© Carl Rakosi
Who can say now,
“When I was young, the country was very beautiful?
Oaks and willows grew along the rivers
and there were many herbs and flowering bushes.
The forests were so dense the deer slipped through
the cottonwoods and maples unseen.”
The Book of Hours
© Boris Pasternak
Like the blue angels of the nativity, the museum patrons
hover around the art historian, who has arrived frazzled
There was an Old Person of Nice
© Edward Lear
There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together, in all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice!
The End
© Robert Creeley
When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey
The Waste Carpet
© William Matthews
O California, sportswear
and defense contracts, gasses that induce
deference, high school girls
with their own cars, we wanted
to love you without pain.
The World Is Too Much With Us
© André Breton
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
The Gaffe
© C. K. Williams
1.
If that someone who’s me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me,
