Poems begining by T

The Friends of Heraclitus

© Charles Simic

Your friend has died, with whom

You roamed the streets,

The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman

© William Wordsworth

I

Before I see another day,

The World Below The Brine

© Walt Whitman

The change onward from ours, to that of beings who walk other
  spheres.

The Alcalde’s Daughter

© Madison Julius Cawein

The times they had kissed and parted
  That night were over a score;
  Each time that the cavalier started,
  Each time she would swear him o'er,

The Negative

© Wole Soyinka

A man hauling coal in the street is stilled forever.

Inside a temple, instead of light

The Argument

© Jane Kenyon

On the way to the village store 

I drive through a down-draft 

The Net Of Memory

© Govinda Krishna Chettur

I cast the Net of Memory,
Man's torment and delight,
Over the level Sands of Youth
That lay serenely bright,
Their tranquil gold at times submerged
In the Spring Tides of Love's Delight.

The Real and True and Sure

© Robert Browning

Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit,


Mere imitation of the inimitable:

The Hand and Foot

© Jones Very

The hand and foot that stir not, they shall find

Sooner than all the rightful place to go;

To Mr. [S.T.] C[oleridge]

© Bliss William Carman

Midway the hill of science, after steep


And rugged paths that tire the unpractised feet,

Telephone Conversation

© Wole Soyinka

The price seemed reasonable, location

Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived

These—saw Visions

© Emily Dickinson

These—saw Visions—
Latch them softly—
These—held Dimples—
Smooth them slow—
This—addressed departing accents—
Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—

The Intellectual

© Ishmael Reed

What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
The man behind the book may not be man,
His own man or the book’s or yet the time’s,
But still be whole, deciding what he can
In praise of politics or German rimes;

The Bridge of Change

© John Logan

The bridge barely curved that connects the terrible with the tender.
—Rilke

The Prayer

© Sara Teasdale

My answered prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb."

The Switzer's Wife

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Nor look nor tone revealeth aught
Save woman's quietness of thought;
And yet around her is a light
Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.

Twenty-One Love Poems III

© Adrienne Rich

The Evening Of The Year

© Mathilde Blind

The grief of many partings near
Wails like an echo in the wind:
The days of love lie far behind,
The days of loss lie shuddering near.
Life's morning-glory who shall bind?
It is the evening of the year.

The Fascination of What’s Difficult

© William Butler Yeats

The fascination of what's difficult

Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent 

The Mountain Cemetery

© Edgar Bowers

With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill
The crevices in grave plots’ broken stones.
The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,
While in the burning air the pines rise still,
Commemorating long forgotten biers.
Their roots replace the semblance of these bones.