Poems begining by T
/ page 476 of 916 /
The View from an Attic Window
© Howard Nemerov
for Francis and Barbara
1
Among the high-branching, leafless boughs
Above the roof-peaks of the town,
Snowflakes unnumberably come down.
The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo)
© Henry Lawson
It was the Man from Waterloo,
When work in town was slack,
The Sultana's Remonstrance
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IT suits thee well to weep,
As thou lookest on the fair land,
Whose sceptre thou hast held
With less than woman's hand.
The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak
© Washington Allston
The man splitting wood in the daybreak
looks strong, as though, if one weakened,
Thy Brother's Blood
© Jones Very
I have no Brother,they who meet me now
Offer a hand with their own wills defiled,
The Caucas
© Alexander Pushkin
The Caucas lies before my feet! I stand where
Glaciers gleam, beside a precipice rock-ribbed;
An eagle that has soared from off some distant cliff,
Lawless as I, sweeps through the radiant air!
Here I see streams at their sources up-welling,
The grim avalanches unrolling and swelling!
The Ronalds Of The Bennals
© Robert Burns
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a', man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a', man.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07:
© Conrad Aiken
Study them . . . you will see there, in the porcelain,
If you stare hard enough, a sort of swimming
Of lights and shadows, ghosts within a crystal
My brain unfolding! There you'll see me sitting
Day after day, close to a certain window,
Looking down, sometimes, to see the people . . .
The Banks Of Wye - Book III
© Robert Bloomfield
PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,
Untainted fly your summer gales;
The Holdfast
© George Herbert
I threatned to observe the strict decree
Of my deare God with all my power and might:
But I was told by one, it could not be;
Yet I might trust in God to be my light.
The Words Under the Words
© Naomi Shihab Nye
for Sitti Khadra, north of Jerusalem
My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes,
the damp shine of a goat’s new skin.
When I was sick they followed me,
I woke from the long fever to find them
covering my head like cool prayers.
To The Same (John Dyer)
© William Wordsworth
ENOUGH of climbing toil!--Ambition treads
Here, as 'mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough,
Or slippery even to peril! and each step,
As we for most uncertain recompence
The Worst Horror
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
This is the bitterest thing of all my days,
That which I have loved so well, that now is dead
The Song of the Banjo
© Rudyard Kipling
With my ‘Pilly-willy-winky-winky-popp!’
[Oh, it’s any tune that comes into my head!]
So I keep ’em moving forward till they drop;
So I play ’em up to water and to bed.
The Beggars
© Rainer Maria Rilke
You didn't know
what was in the heap. A visitor found
it to contain beggars. They sell the hollow
of their hands.
The Rock In The Sea
© Archibald MacLeish
Think of our blindness where the water burned!
Are we so certain that those wings, returned
And turning, we had half discerned
Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen
The bird aloft there, did not mean?
Our hearts so seized upon the sign!
This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink
© Norman Rowland Gale
This peach is pink with such a pink
As suits the peach divinely;
The cunning colour rarely spread
Fades to the yellow finely;
But where to spy the truest pink
Is in my Love's soft cheek, I think.
