Poems begining by T
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The Admirers Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
In your four-sided emptiness
We turn distance into nearness
Forgetfulness into memory
The Prisoners Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
The whole world lies crumpted in you
It resembles everything
Except itself
The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue
© William Shenstone
[Upon the Plan of Xenophen's Judgment of Hercules]
SLOTH
The Craftsmen Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Don't open the little box
Heaven's hat will fall out of her Don't close her for any reason
She'll bite the trouser-leg of eternity Don't drop her on the earth
The sun's eggs will break inside her Don't throw her in the air
The Benefactors Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
We'll return the little box
Into the arms
Of her inconspicuously honest properties
The Victims Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Not even in a dream
Should you have anything to do
With the little box
The Tropics
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves,
The Enemies Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Don't box down to the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars
The Owners Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Line the inside of the little box
With your precious skin
And make yourself cozy
Just as you would in your own home
The Judges Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Why do you stare at the little box
That in her emptiness
Holds the whole world
To L. R. E.
© Sara Teasdale
When first I saw you felt you take my hand,
I could not speak for happiness to find
How more than all they said your heart was kind,
How strong you were, and quick to understand
The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has
To Lord Thurlow
© George Gordon Byron
'I lay my branch of laurel down.
Then thus to form Apollo's crown.
Let every other bring his own.'~Lord Thurlow's lines to Mr. Rogers
The Retrospect: CWM Elan, 1812
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Woods, to whose depths retires to die
The wounded Echo's melody,
And whither this lone spirit bent
The footstep of a wild intent:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ASKING THE FULFILMENT OF HER LOVE
I ask for love who famished am in plenty,
Not scorning the dear manna of your tears
But being vexed with that too froward twenty
The Attack at Dawn
© Leon Gellert
At every cost, they said, it must be done.
They told us in the early afternoon.
