Poems begining by T
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The Uniform
© Marvin Bell
Of the sleeves, I remember their weight, like wet wool,
on my arms, and the empty ends which hung past my hands.
The Star
© Jane Taylor
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are !
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
This Room and Everything in It
© Li-Young Lee
Lie still now
while I prepare for my future,
certain hard days ahead,
when I’ll need what I know so clearly this moment.
The Secular Masque
© John Dryden
JANUS
Since Momus comes to laugh below,
Old Time begin the show,
That he may see, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been,
The Menger Sponge
© Stephen Edgar
God made everything out of nothing; but the nothing shows through —Paul Valéry
Lost from all angles but the sun’s,
The Princess: Tears, Idle Tears
© Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
The Common Women Poems, II. Ella, in a square apron, along Highway 80
© Judy Grahn
She’s a copperheaded waitress,
tired and sharp-worded, she hides
The Flurry
© Sharon Olds
When we talk about when to tell the kids,
we are so together, so concentrated.
The Haunted Oak
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?
The Nineteenth Century as a Song
© Robert Hass
It was a warm day.
What clouds there were
were made of sugar tinged with blood.
They shed, faintly, amid the clatter of carriages
new settings of the songs
Moravian virgins sang on wedding days.
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
© Edward Estlin Cummings
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
The Consolations of Sociobiology
© Bill Knott
(to JK)
Those scars rooted me. Stigmata stalagmite
I sat at a drive-in and watched the stars
Through a straw while the Coke in my lap went
Waterier and waterier. For days on end or
The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith
© Gwendolyn Brooks
He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fat
And fine this morning. Definite. Reimbursed.
The Dream of a Lover
© Pierre Reverdy
Benedicite! whate dreamed I this nyght?
Methought the worlde was turnyd up so downe
The Southern Refugee
© George Moses Horton
What sudden ill the world await,
From my dear residence I roam;
The Author to His Body on Their Fifteenth Birthday, 29 ii 80
© Howard Nemerov
“There’s never a dull moment in the human body.”
—The Insight Lady
