Poems begining by T
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To James Norton Esq.
© Charles Harpur
Think you I have not skill to gather gold,
If I could love it as some others do?
To Marc Chagall
© Paul Eluard
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
On to the skin of a violin
A singing man a single bird
An agile dancer with his wife
The Sky-Lark
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.
The Marriage of Sir Gawaine
© Thomas Percy
King Arthur lives in merry Carleile,
And seemely is to see;
And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride soe bright of blee.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: L
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
What have I done? What gross impiety
Prompted my hand thus against God and good?
Was there not joy on Earth enough for me
The First Part: Sonnet 2 - I know that all beneath the moon decays
© William Henry Drummond
I know that all beneath the moon decays
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo
© Matthew Prior
Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,
And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off,
The Pageant
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A sound as if from bells of silver,
Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,
Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.
Time's Defeat
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time has made conquest of so many things
That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth
That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
That broke all laws of reason unafraid,
And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties
This Morning
© Raymond Carver
This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
The Remedy
© Harry Kemp
When you've failed with ordered people, when you've sunk neck-deep again
In the sluggish wash and jetsam of the slackened tides of men,
Don't get old and mean and bitter, - there's a primal remedy -
Just take a ship to sea, my lad, just take a ship to sea.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE
Ah Love, dear Love. In vain I scoff. In vain
I ply my barren wit, and jest at thee.
Thou heedest not, or dost forgive the pain,
The One Certain Thing by Peter Cooley : American Life in Poetry #268 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
If writers are both skilled and lucky, they may write something that will carry their words into the future, past the hour of their own deaths. I’d guess all writers hope for this, and the following poem by Peter Cooley, who lives in New Orleans and teaches creative writing at Tulane, beautifully expresses his hope, and theirs.
The One Certain Thing
A day will come I’ll watch you reading this.
To Ireland
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle
Sees summer on its verdant pastures smile,
Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweep
The Ravaged Face
© Sylvia Plath
Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face
Parades the marketplace, lurid and stricken
The Day Of Judgement
© John Newton
Day of judgement, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons will the sinner's heart confound.
The Pole Of Death. In Memory Of Sidney Lanier.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW solemnly on mournful eyes
The mystic warning rose,
While o'er the Singer's forehead lies
A twilight of repose.
The Enchantment
© Thomas Otway
I did but look and love awhile,
Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
The Nurse-Life Wheat
© Fulke Greville
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope and tickles our desire,
Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which set all hearts with lobor's love on fire.
