Poems begining by T
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To the Left and Right
© Sukasah Syahdan
to the left and right
the fan shakes its head
to check if one's still awake
To James T. Fields
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Well thought! who would not rather hear
The songs to Love and Friendship sung
Than those which move the stranger's tongue,
And feed his unselected ear?
The Wind Had Forgotten
© Sukasah Syahdan
the wind had forgotten
itself for some time
out of me I made one
They Saw Again The Crocus Bloom
© Louisa May Alcott
They saw again the crocus bloom,
And, leaning from that lofty room,
The French Mariner
© Robert Bloomfield
An Old _French Mariner_ am I,
Whom Time hath render'd poor and gray;
Hear, conquering _Britons_, ere I die,
What anguish prompts me thus to say.
The Shopkeeper
© Sukasah Syahdan
the shopkeeper munched
on lifecrumbs after the last
customer's goodbye
The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He
Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny
And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells?
Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame?
Today My Daughter and I
© Sukasah Syahdan
today my daughter and I
walked the morning sun
the first time again
Theodore the Poet
© Edgar Lee Masters
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours
On the shore of the turbid Spoon
The Hanging Of Levski
© Hristo Botev
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,
Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!
And you, O Raven, accursed bird,
On whose grave croak you of ill impending?
The Misanthrope
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,-
To a Musquito
© William Cullen Bryant
Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out,
And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing,
Does murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about,
In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing,
And tell how little our large veins should bleed,
Would we but yield them to thy bitter need.
To Jeoffry His Cat
© Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily
The Bridges
© Arthur Rimbaud
A few of these bridges
are still covered with hovels,
others support polls,
signals, frail parapets.
The Ferry
© Edith Nesbit
DRAW close the curtains, and shut out
The spring's green glow and glitter;
The resurrection-life of spring
To me brings no fresh blossoming;
I'm wearied of the flowers about--
The London sparrows' twitter.
The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Round the dark curtains of the fiery throne
Pauses awhile the voice of sacred song:
From all the angelic ranks goes forth a groan,
'How long, O Lord, how long?'
The still small voice makes answer, 'Wait and see,
Oh sons of glory, what the end shall be.'
The Children
© Rudyard Kipling
They bought us anew with their blood, forbearing to blame us,
Those hours which we had not made good when the Judgment o'ercame us.
They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, our learning
Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burning
Whither they mirthfully hastened as jostling for honour.
Not since her birth has our Earth seen such worth loosed upon her!
To Whom Words Are Mightier
© Sukasah Syahdan
To whom words are mightier than swords
be wary, for words may merely be as shorter
than swords as our untimely departure
