Poems begining by T
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They shut me up in Prose (445)
© Emily Dickinson
They shut me up in Prose
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet
Because they liked me still
Thebais - Book One - part III
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Oh race confedrate into crimes, that prove
Triumphant oer th eluded rage of Jove!
The Small Vases from Hebron
© Naomi Shihab Nye
Tip their mouths open to the sky.
Turquoise, amber,
the deep green with fluted handle,
pitcher the size of two thumbs,
tiny lip and graceful waist.
(Tell me if this is all true...)
© Anselm Hollo
Is it true, is it true, that your love
travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me?
that when you found me at last, your age-long desire
found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair?
The Rainy Morning
© James Whitcomb Riley
The dawn of the day was dreary,
And the lowering clouds o'erhead
The Sound of the Sun
© Sonia Sanchez
It makes one all right, though you hadn’t thought of it,
A sound like the sound of the sky on fire, like Armageddon,
This Evening Also
© Paul Celan
more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
you carry into town.
True Greatness
© Charles Wesley
Who is as the Christian great?
Bought and washed with sacred blood,
Crowns he sees beneath his feet.
Soars aloft and walks with God.
The Sign Of The Cross
© John Henry Newman
WHENEER across this sinful flesh of mine
I draw the Holy Sign,
To Frank Parker
© Robert Lowell
Forty years ago we were here
where we are now,
the same erotic May-wind blew
the trees from there to here—
The Song Of Hiawatha XVI: Pau-Puk-Keewis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He, the handsome Yenadizze,
The Weavers
© Michael Rosen
As sometimes, in the gentler months, the sun
will return
before the rain has altogether
stopped and through
To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate
© William Cowper
That ocean you have late surveyed,
Those rocks I too have seen;
But I, afflicted and dismayed,
You tranquil and serene.
The Coast-Road
© Robinson Jeffers
A horseman high-alone as an eagle on the spur of the mountain over Mirmas Canyon draws rein, looks down
At the bridge-builders, men, trucks, the power-shovels, the teeming end of the new coast-road at the mountain’s base.
The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students
© Washington Allston
Goodbye,
you who are, for me, the postmarks again
of imaginary towns—Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell—
their solitude given away in poems, only their loneliness kept.
The Two Poets
© Alice Meynell
Whose is the speech
That moves the voices of this lonely beech?
Out of the long West did this wild wind come -
Oh strong and silent! And the tree was dumb,
Ready and dumb, until
The dumb gale struck it on the darkened hill.
Tall Ambrosia
© Henry David Thoreau
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
