Poems begining by T
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The Poet Of Ignorance
© Anne Sexton
I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams?
The Civil War
© Anne Sexton
I am torn in two
but I will conquer myself.
I will dig up the pride.
I will take scissors
The Black Art
© Anne Sexton
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
The Sufi In The City
© Sir Henry Newbolt
When late I watched the arrows of the sleet
Against the windows of the Tavern beat,
I heard a Rose that murmured from her Pot:
"Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the Street?
The Big Heart
© Anne Sexton
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats Big heart,
wide as a watermelon,
but wise as birth,
there is so much abundance
The Room Of My Life
© Anne Sexton
Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
The Red Dance
© Anne Sexton
There was a girl
who danced in the city that night,
that April 22nd,
all along the Charles River.
THe Mother-Lodge
© Rudyard Kipling
Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
The Bells
© Anne Sexton
Today the circus poster
is scabbing off the concrete wall
and the children have forgotten
if they knew at all.
The Double Image
© Anne Sexton
They sent me letters with news
of you and I made moccasins that I would never use.
When I grew well enough to tolerate
myself, I lived with my mother, the witches said.
But I didn't leave. I had my portrait
done instead.
Triolet
© Robert Fuller Murray
After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes;
Examinations nearer grow
After the melting of the snow;
The Refusal of Charon
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Why look the distant mountains
So gloomy and so drear?
The Dead Heart
© Anne Sexton
And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it could be for a
different seizure--as with Molly Bloom and her and
yes I said yes I will Yes."
The Children
© Anne Sexton
The children are all crying in their pens
and the surf carries their cries away.
They are old men who have seen too much,
their mouths are full of dirty clothes,
That Day
© Anne Sexton
This is the desk I sit at
and this is the desk where I love you too much
and this is the typewriter that sits before me
where yesterday only your body sat before me
The Inventory Of Goodbye
© Anne Sexton
I have a pack of letters,
I have a pack of memories.
I could cut out the eyes of both.
I could wear them like a patchwork apron.
The Reverie of Poor Susan
© William Wordsworth
She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!
The Wedding Ring Dance
© Anne Sexton
I dance in circles holding
the moth of the marriage,
thin, sticky, fluttering
its skirts, its webs.
The Ambition Bird
© Anne Sexton
So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine
The Gold Key
© Anne Sexton
The speaker in this case
is a middle-aged witch, me-
tangled on my two great arms,
my face in a book
