Poems begining by T
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'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls --
Who own the ample sea --
Or Brooches -- when the Emperor --
With Rubies -- pelteth me --
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief --
To re-endure a Day --
We thought the Mighty Funeral --
Of All Conceived Joy --
'Tis easier to pity those when dead
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis easier to pity those when dead
That which pity previous
Would have saved --
A Tragedy enacted
'Tis customary as we part
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
'Tis Resurrection Pain --
The meeting Bands of smitten Face
We questioned to, again.
"Tomorrow" -- whose location
© Emily Dickinson
"Tomorrow" -- whose location
The Wise deceives
Though its hallucination
Is last that leaves --
"They have not chosen me," he said,
© Emily Dickinson
"They have not chosen me," he said,
"But I have chosen them!"
Brave -- Broken hearted statement --
Uttered in Bethlehem!
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
© Emily Dickinson
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
And waltzed upon a Farm --
Then stepped straight through the Firmament
And rested, on a Beam --
Too happy Time dissolves itself
© Emily Dickinson
Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by --
'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly --
To undertake is to achieve
© Emily Dickinson
To undertake is to achieve
Be Undertaking blent
With fortitude of obstacle
And toward encouragement
To mend each tattered Faith
© Emily Dickinson
To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate --
'Tis threaded in the Air --
To make Routine a Stimulus
© Emily Dickinson
To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease --
Capacity to Terminate
Is a Specific Grace --
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
© Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
© Emily Dickinson
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
'Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!
To help our Bleaker Parts
© Emily Dickinson
To help our Bleaker Parts
Salubrious Hours are given
Which if they do not fir for Earth
Drill silently for Heaven --
To die -- takes just a little while
© Emily Dickinson
To die -- takes just a little while --
They say it doesn't hurt --
It's only fainter -- by degrees --
And then -- it's out of sight --
To be alive -- is Power --
© Emily Dickinson
To be alive -- is Power --
Existence -- in itself --
Without a further function --
Omnipotence -- Enough --
Those -- dying then,
© Emily Dickinson
Those -- dying then,
Knew where they went --
They went to God's Right Hand --
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found --
This was in the White of the Year --
© Emily Dickinson
This was in the White of the Year --
That -- was in the Green --
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen --
This heart that broke so long
© Emily Dickinson
This heart that broke so long --
These feet that never flagged --
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead --
