Poems begining by T
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The Song Of The Violin
© Roderic Quinn
SHE stood in the curtains played over by light
The tinted curtains a tired, sweet girl,
With exquisite arms under laces of white
Like an ivory figure in mother-of-pearl.
The Empty Bowl
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I held the golden vessel of my soul
And prayed that God would fill it from on high.
The Crow by Kaelum Poulson: American Life in Poetry #182 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Poetry has often served to remind us to look more closely, to see what may have been at first overlooked. Today's poem is by Kaelum Poulson of Washington state. A middle school student and already accomplished maker of poems, he writes of the thankless toils of an unlikely but entirely necessary member of our community—the crow!
The Crow
The Poet and the Dun
© William Shenstone
"These are messengers
That feelingly persuade me what I am." -Shakspeare.
To A Late Comer
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Why didst thou come into my life so late?
If it were morning I could welcome thee
The Shadow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE pathway of his mortal life hath wound
Beneath a shadow; just beyond it play
The genial breezes, and the cool brooks stray
Into melodious gushings of sweet sound,
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
The Female Exile
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
Tacita
© James Benjamin Kenyon
She roves through shadowy solitudes,
Where scentless herbs and fragile flowers
Pine in the gloom that ever broods
Around her sylvan bowers.
The Tame Bird Was In A Cage
© Rabindranath Tagore
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
The petals tremble
© Matsuo Basho
The petals tremble
on the yellow mountain rose
roar of the rapids
To One Shortly To Die
© Walt Whitman
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:
You are to die-Let others tell you what they please, I cannot
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you-There is no escape for you.
The Magi To The Star
© Mary Hannay Foott
I. THANKSGIVING.
Star, on thy Heaven-returning way,
Our message of thanksgiving bear;
To Him who answered with thy ray
The priestless Gentiles trembling prayer.
Two Schools
© Henry Van Dyke
I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."
The Silver Stripes
© Edgar Albert Guest
When we've honored the heroes returning from France,
When we've mourned for the heroes who fell,
The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue
© Alexander Pope
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,
The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids,
Delight no more - O thou, my voice inspire,
Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire!
The Finest Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
When he was only nine months old,
And plump and round and pink of cheek,
