Poems begining by T
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They say that "Time assuages" --
© Emily Dickinson
They say that "Time assuages" --
Time never did assuage --
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age --
They put Us far apart
© Emily Dickinson
They put Us far apart --
As separate as Sea
And Her unsown Peninsula --
We signified "These see" --
They leave us with the Infinite.
© Emily Dickinson
They leave us with the Infinite.
But He -- is not a man --
His fingers are the size of fists --
His fists, the size of men --
They have a little Odor -- that to me
© Emily Dickinson
They have a little Odor -- that to me
Is metre -- nay -- 'tis melody --
And spiciest at fading -- indicate --
A Habit -- of a Laureate --
They called me to the Window, for
© Emily Dickinson
They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset" -- Some one said --
I only saw a Sapphire Farm --
And just a Single Herd --
They ask but our Delight --
© Emily Dickinson
They ask but our Delight --
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.
These tested Our Horizon --
© Emily Dickinson
These tested Our Horizon --
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.
These Strangers, in a foreign World,
© Emily Dickinson
These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me --
Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven
Be found a Refugee --
These held their Wick above the West --
© Emily Dickinson
These held their Wick above the West --
Till when the Red declined --
Or how the Amber aided it --
Defied to be defined --
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
© Emily Dickinson
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl --
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all --
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
© Emily Dickinson
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
Her invitation broad
To Whosoever famishing
To taste her mystic Bread --
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
© Emily Dickinson
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate
These are the days that Reindeer love
© Emily Dickinson
These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star --
This is the Sun's objective,
And Finland of the Year.
These -- saw Visions --
© Emily Dickinson
These -- saw Visions --
Latch them softly --
These -- held Dimples --
Smooth them slow --
This -- addressed departing accents --
Quick -- Sweet Mouth -- to miss thee so --
There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
© Emily Dickinson
There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
Over, every Day,
By the Time that Man and Beast
Put their work away
There is strength in proving that it can be borne
© Emily Dickinson
There is strength in proving that it can be borne
Although it tear --
What are the sinews of such cordage for
Except to bear
The ship might be of satin had it not to fight --
To walk on seas requires cedar Feet
There is another Loneliness
© Emily Dickinson
There is another Loneliness
That many die without --
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstances of Lot
There is an arid Pleasure --
© Emily Dickinson
There is an arid Pleasure --
As different from Joy --
As Frost is different from Dew --
Like element -- are they --
There is a Zone whose even Years
© Emily Dickinson
There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt --
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait --
There is a Shame of Nobleness --
© Emily Dickinson
There is a Shame of Nobleness --
Confronting Sudden Pelf --
A finer Shame of Ecstasy --
Convicted of Itself --
