Poems begining by T
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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
© Emily Dickinson
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes
© Emily Dickinson
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes --
These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea --
Where it rose -- or whither it rushes --
These -- are the Western Mystery!
They dropped like Flakes
© Emily Dickinson
They dropped like Flakes --
They dropped like Stars --
Like Petals from a Rose --
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers -- goes --
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
© Emily Dickinson
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.
There is a June when Corn is cut
© Emily Dickinson
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed --
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
There is a finished feeling
© Emily Dickinson
There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves --
A leisure of the Future --
A Wilderness of Size.
There came a Day at Summer's full
© Emily Dickinson
There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --
There are two Mays
© Emily Dickinson
There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!
The worthlessness of Earthly things
© Emily Dickinson
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings --
And then -- enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate --
The words the happy say
© Emily Dickinson
The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low --
He threw a Menace at the Earth --
A Menace at the Sky.
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man --
And like a Host -- "Come in"
I boldly answered -- entered then
My Residence within
The Whole of it came not at once --
© Emily Dickinson
The Whole of it came not at once --
'Twas Murder by degrees --
A Thrust -- and then for Life a chance --
The Bliss to cauterize --
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
© Emily Dickinson
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar --
A Guinea at a sight --
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
The Sun is gay or stark
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed.
If Merry, He is merrier --
If eager for the Dead
The spry Arms of the Wind
© Emily Dickinson
The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone --
The Spider as an Artist
© Emily Dickinson
The Spider as an Artist
Has never been employed --
Though his surpassing Merit
Is freely certified
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
When too appalled to stir --
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her --
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean.
© Emily Dickinson
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go --
