Poems begining by T
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The Journey
© James Wright
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.
To a Highland Girl
© André Breton
(At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond)
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
To The Belgians
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet when the challenge rang,
" The War-Lord comes ; give room ! "
Fearless to arms you sprang
Against the odds of doom.
The Briny Grave
© Henry Lawson
You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea,
In this world of froth and bubble,
The Stone Ledge
© Wang Wei
On the stone ledge above the water,
Where willow leaf-tips drink the wine.
If you say the spring breeze has no meaning,
Why does it bring me all these falling flowers?
The Tragic Condition of the Statue of Liberty
© Bernadette Mayer
A collaboration with Emma Lazarus
Give me your tired, your poor,
The Archbishop And Gil Blas
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,
But so are many young folks; I meet 'em every day.
I confess I 'm more particular in what I eat and drink,
But one's taste improves with culture; that is all it means, I think.
The New Faces
© William Butler Yeats
IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
The Summer Bower
© Henry Timrod
It is a place whither Ive often gone
For peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,
[The house was just twinkling in the moon light]
© Gertrude Stein
The house was just twinkling in the moon light,
And inside it twinkling with delight,
The Red Flag
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Where the quivering lightning flings
His arrows from out the clouds,
The Dome of Sunday
© Ishmael Reed
As if one life emerging from one house
Would pause, a single image caught between
Two facing mirrors where vision multiplies
Beyond perspective,
A silent clatter in the high-speed eye
Spinning out photo-circulars of sight.
The American Soldier
© Philip Morin Freneau
A Picture from the Life
To serve with love,
And shed your blood,
Approved may be above,
The Reaper.
© Arthur Henry Adams
The world is drowsy, the winds asleep,
On the sward of the sky the star-blossoms peep,
And the grey Moon moves with his silver scythe
The pallid flowers of light to reap.
To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth
© Phillis Wheatley
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The Bear Hunt
© Abraham Lincoln
A wild-bear chace, didst never see?
Then hast thou lived in vain.
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,
Lies desert in thy brain.
