Poems begining by T
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The Me Within Thee Blind!
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Since God is lost, then all is lost indeed.
You did not know the comfort or the need
Of God for me, who am so frail and weak.
Blown by all winds, I know not where to seek.
To Women As Far As I'm Concerned
© David Herbert Lawrence
The feelings I don't have I don't have.
The feeling I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
Time to Be Wise
© Walter Savage Landor
YES; I write verses now and then,
But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talkd of by young men
As rather clever;
The Piano (Notebook Version)
© David Herbert Lawrence
The full throated woman has chosen a winning, living song
And surely the heart that is in me must belong
To the old Sunday evenings, when darkness wandered outside
And hymns gleamed on our warm lips, as we watched mother's fingers glide
The Living Land
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
We have mourned and sighed for our buried pride,[106]
We have given what nature gives,
The End
© David Herbert Lawrence
If I could have put you in my heart,
If but I could have wrapped you in myself,
How glad I should have been!
And now the chart
The Song Of The Allies
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We are the Allies of God to-day,
And the width of the earth is our right of way.
The Ship of Death
© David Herbert Lawrence
And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one's own self, and find an exit
from the fallen self.
Tortoise Shell
© David Herbert Lawrence
Five, and five again, and five again,
And round the edges twenty-five little ones,
The sections of the baby tortoise shell.
The Fugitive. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I.
"He is gone to the desert land
I can see the shining mane
Of his horse on the distant plain,
As he rides with his Kossak band!
The White Horse
© David Herbert Lawrence
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world.
The Curtains In The House Of The Metaphysician
© Wallace Stevens
"It comes about that the drifiting of these curtains
Is full of long motions: as the poderous
The Two Birth Nights
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Bright glittering lights are gleaming in yonder mansion proud,
And within its walls are gathered a gemmed and jewelled crowd;
Robes of airy gauze and satin, diamonds and rubies bright,
Rich festoons of glowing flowerstruly tis a wondrous sight.
The Letters
© Eileen Carney Hulme
I wonder if
you keep the letters still,
spidery and blotted
now, like old days
just withered away.
The Swan Of Dijon
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I was in Dijon when the war's wild blast
Was at its loudest; when there was no sound
The Jews
© George Herbert
Poore nation, whose sweet sap and juice
Our eyens have purloin'd, and left you drie:
Whose streams we got by the Apostles' sluce,
And use in baptisme, while ye pine and die:
Who by not keeping once, became a debter;
And now by keeping lose the letter:
The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart
© Jack Gilbert
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
Tear It Down
© Jack Gilbert
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
