Poems begining by T
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The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
© Emily Dickinson
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed --
His Advocate -- his Edifice?
How safe his fallen Head
The Devil -- had he fidelity
© Emily Dickinson
The Devil -- had he fidelity
Would be the best friend --
Because he has ability --
But Devils cannot mend --
The Days that we can spare
© Emily Dickinson
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then
In our Economy
The Day undressed -- Herself --
© Emily Dickinson
The Day undressed -- Herself --
Her Garter -- was of Gold --
Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain --
Her Dimities -- as old
The Day that I was crowned
© Emily Dickinson
The Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days --
Until the Coronation came --
And then -- 'twas Otherwise --
The Day she goes
© Emily Dickinson
The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme --
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home --
The Day grew small, surrounded tight
© Emily Dickinson
The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night --
The Afternoon in Evening deep
Its Yellow shortness dropt --
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock
© Emily Dickinson
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock --
Then sprang before the Hills
Like Hindered Rubies -- or the Light
A Sudden Musket -- spills --
The Dandelion's pallid tube
© Emily Dickinson
The Dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas --
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
© Emily Dickinson
The Daisy follows soft the Sun --
And when his golden walk is done --
Sits shyly at his feet --
He -- waking -- finds the flower there --
Wherefore -- Marauder -- art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!
The Crickets sang
© Emily Dickinson
The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.
The Court is far away
© Emily Dickinson
The Court is far away --
No Umpire -- have I --
My Sovereign is offended --
To gain his grace -- I'd die!
The Color of the Grave is Green
© Emily Dickinson
The Color of the Grave is Green --
The Outer Grave -- I mean --
You would not know it from the Field --
Except it own a Stone --
The Color of a Queen, is this --
© Emily Dickinson
The Color of a Queen, is this --
The Color of a Sun
At setting -- this and Amber --
Beryl -- and this, at Noon --
The Clover's simple Fame
© Emily Dickinson
The Clover's simple Fame
Remembered of the Cow --
Is better than enameled Realms
Of notability.
The Clouds their Backs together laid
© Emily Dickinson
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
The Clock strikes one that just struck two --
© Emily Dickinson
The Clock strikes one that just struck two --
Some schism in the Sum --
A Vagabond for Genesis
Has wrecked the Pendulum --
The Child's faith is new --
© Emily Dickinson
The Child's faith is new --
Whole -- like His Principle --
Wide -- like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes --
The Chemical conviction
© Emily Dickinson
The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust --
