Poems begining by T
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Teddy Bear
© Alan Alexander Milne
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;
The Conspiracy
© Robert Creeley
You send me your poems,
I'll send you mine.Things tend to awaken
even through random communicationLet us suddenly
proclaim spring. And jeerat the others,
The Way
© Robert Creeley
My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.
The Warning
© Robert Creeley
For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
The Carnival
© Robert Creeley
Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --
The Mirror
© Robert Creeley
Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.Whatever the hope,
The Rain
© Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IV
© William Blake
5. He watch'd in shuddring fear
The dark changes & bound every change
With rivets of iron & brass;
The Book of Urizen: Chapter III
© William Blake
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage
Emerge from the darkness; his hand
On the rock of eternity unclasping
The Book of brass. Rage siez'd the strong
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VI
© William Blake
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied
He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd
In perverse and cruel delight
She fled from his arms, yet he followd
The Book of Urizen: Chapter II
© William Blake
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
The will of the Immortal expanded
Or contracted his all flexible senses.
Death was not, but eternal life sprung
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IX
© William Blake
3. Six days they shrunk up from existence
And on the seventh day they rested
And they bless'd the seventh day, in sick hope:
And forgot their eternal life
The Book of Urizen: Preludium
© William Blake
Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter V
© William Blake
2. All the myriads of Eternity:
All the wisdom & joy of life:
Roll like a sea around him,
Except what his little orbs
Of sight by degrees unfold.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VII
© William Blake
3. These falling down on the rock
Into an iron Chain
In each other link by link lock'd
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII
© William Blake
1. Urizen explor'd his dens
Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey
A fearful journey, annoy'd
By cruel enormities: forms
Of life on his forsaken mountains
To Thomas Butts
© William Blake
TO my friend Butts I write
My first vision of light,
On the yellow sands sitting.
The sun was emitting
The Book of Urizen (excerpts)
© William Blake
Times on times he divided and measur'd
Space by space in his ninefold darkness,
Unseen, unknown; changes appear'd
Like desolate mountains, rifted furious
By the black winds of perturbation.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter I
© William Blake
2. Times on times he divided, & measur'd
Space by space in his ninefold darkness
Unseen, unknown! changes appeard
In his desolate mountains rifted furious
By the black winds of perturbation
