Poems begining by T
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The Airy Christ
© Stevie Smith
Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East?
This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.
To A Taube
© Jessie Pope
ABOVE the valley, rich and fair,
On flashing pinions, glittering, gay,
You hover in the upper air,
A bird of prey.
The Emigrants Address To America
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
All hail to thee, noble and generous Land!
With thy prairies boundless and wide,
Thy mountains that tower like sentinels grand,
Thy lakes and thy rivers of pride!
To Our Lady Of The Seven Sorrows
© Arthur Symons
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love,
What sacrificial way
The Slave-Auction--A Fact
© Anonymous
Why stands she near the auction stand,
That girl so young and fair;
What brings her to this dismal place,
Why stands she weeping there?
The Clearing Of The Land
© Larry Levis
The trees went up the hill
And over it.
Then the dry grasses of the pasture were
Only a kind of blonde light
Thumbs
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
The Trial
© Zbigniew Herbert
in the first row sat an old fat woman
dressed up as my mother with a theatrical gesture she raised
a handkerchief to her dirty eyes but didn't cry
it must have lasted a long time I don't know even how long
the red blood of the sunset was rising in the gowns of the judges
"To Plato's dictum"
© Lesbia Harford
To Plato's dictum
Assent she lends.
All things in common
We hold, as friends.
¡Torres de Dios Poetas! (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Torres de Dios Poetas!
Pararrayos celestes,
que resistís las duras tempestades,
como crestas escuetas,
como picos agrestes,
rompeolas de las eternidades!
The White Ship Henry I. Of England.25th November 1120
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
By none but me can the tale be told,
The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.
The Curate To His Slippers
© Horace Smith
Take, oh take those boots away,
That so nearly are outworn;
The Champion
© Edith Nesbit
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.
Though Narrow Be That Old Mans Cares .
© William Wordsworth
THOUGH narrow be that old Man's cares, and near,
The poor old Man is greater than he seems:
For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams;
An ample sovereignty of eye and ear.
The Poet's New-Year's Gift. To Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton
© William Cowper
Maria! I have every good
For thee wished many a time,
Both sad and in a cheerful mood,
But never yet in rhyme.
The Cliff
© Mikhail Lermontov
By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered;
On his breast it slept, but, rising early,
Off it gently rushed across the pearly
Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged.
The Smoke Off
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you probly knew her well.
Shed been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
