Poems begining by T
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The Rose did caper on her cheek
© Emily Dickinson
The Rose did caper on her cheek --
Her Bodice rose and fell --
Her pretty speech -- like drunken men --
Did stagger pitiful --
The Road to Paradise is plain,
© Emily Dickinson
The Road to Paradise is plain,
And holds scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
© Emily Dickinson
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized
© Emily Dickinson
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized --
The Heaven we chase,
Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy,
Invites the Race --
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
© Emily Dickinson
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
© Emily Dickinson
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
Has simultaneous come.
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed --
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt -- Exhaustion --
Assistance -- or Applause --
The longest day that God appoints
© Emily Dickinson
The longest day that God appoints
Will finish with the sun.
Anguish can travel to its stake,
And then it must return.
The Life that tied too tight escapes
© Emily Dickinson
The Life that tied too tight escapes
Will ever after run
With a prudential look behind
And spectres of the Rein --
The last Night that She lived
© Emily Dickinson
The last Night that She lived
It was a Common Night
Except the Dying -- this to Us
Made Nature different
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
© Emily Dickinson
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
With confidential moan --
Not mended by Mortality
Are Fabrics truly torn --
The going from a world we know
© Emily Dickinson
The going from a world we know
To one a wonder still
Is like the child's adversity
Whose vista is a hill,
The Gentian weaves her fringes
© Emily Dickinson
The Gentian weaves her fringes --
The Maple's loom is red --
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
The Flower must not blame the Bee
© Emily Dickinson
The Flower must not blame the Bee --
That seeketh his felicity
Too often at her door --
The Flake the Wind exasperate
© Emily Dickinson
The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to its Down
By Arm of Chivalry.
The first Day that I was a Life
© Emily Dickinson
The first Day that I was a Life
I recollect it -- How still --
That last Day that I was a Life
I recollect it -- as well --
The fairest Home I ever knew
© Emily Dickinson
The fairest Home I ever knew
Was founded in an Hour
By Parties also that I knew
A spider and a Flower --
A manse of mechlin and of Floes --
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
© Emily Dickinson
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea --
Forgets her own locality --
As I -- toward Thee --
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise
© Emily Dickinson
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise
With different Delight --
Because -- when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it --
The distance that the dead have gone
© Emily Dickinson
The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear --
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
