Poems begining by T
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Their Bodies
© David Wagoner
They gave away the gift of those useful bodies
Against his wish. (They had their own ways
Of doing everything, always.) If you’re not certain
Which ones are theirs, be gentle to everybody.
The Sick Heart
© Arthur Symons
Sick heart, be at rest!
Is there nothing that I can do
To quiet your crying in my breast?
Will nothing comfort you?
The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo
© Anonymous
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
Roaming about the country, looking for some work to do,
I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo.
The Old Major Explains
© Francis Bret Harte
Well, you see, the fact is, Colonel, I don't know as I can come:
For the farm is not half planted, and there's work to do at home;
And my leg is getting troublesome,--it laid me up last fall,--
And the doctors, they have cut and hacked, and never found the ball.
To The Lady Elizabeth Harley, Since Marchioness Of Carmarthen, On A Column Of Her Drawing
© Matthew Prior
When future ages shall with wonder view
These glorious lines which Harley's daughter drew,
They shall confess that Britain could not raise
A fairer column to the father's praise.
Truth Serum
© Naomi Shihab Nye
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
The Evening Darkens Over
© John Hall Wheelock
The evening darkens over
After a day so bright
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There’s sound of distant thunder.
To an Echo on the Banks of the Hunter [Early Version]
© Charles Harpur
I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee
With a strange shock, as from among the hills
Thanksgiving
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongue
The tuneful anthem filled the morning air,
To You
© Kenneth Koch
I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
The Chamber Over The Gate
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is it so far from thee
Thou canst no longer see,
To Emily Dickinson
© Yvor Winters
Yours was an empty upland solitude
Bleached to the powder of a dying name;
The mind, lost in a word’s lost certitude
That faded as the fading footsteps came
To trace an epilogue to words grown odd
In that hard argument which led to God.
The Spirit Land
© Jones Very
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand,
Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed;
The Wild Gazelle
© George Gordon Byron
The wild gazelle on Judah's hills,
Exulting yet may bound,
And drink from all the living rills
That gush on holy ground:
Its airy step and glorious eye
May glance in tameless transport by.: -
There was a Boy
© André Breton
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
The Parade
© Billy Collins
How exhilarating it was to march
along the great boulevards
in the sunflash of trumpets
and under all the waving flags
the flag of ambition, the flag of love.
The Years Progress
© Frances Anne Kemble
I look along the dusty dreary way,
So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,
The sweet procession of the year is past,
And wither'd whirling leaves run rattling fast,
Like throngs of tatter'd beggars following
Where late went by the pageant of a king.
