Poems begining by T
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The feet of people walking home
© Emily Dickinson
The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go --
The Crocus -- til she rises
The Vassal of the snow --
The farthest Thunder that I heard
© Emily Dickinson
The farthest Thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their missiles by --
The difference between Despair
© Emily Dickinson
The difference between Despair
And Fear -- is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been --
The Definition of Beauty is
© Emily Dickinson
The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none --
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and He are one.
The Bee is not afraid of me.
© Emily Dickinson
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially --
That it will never come again
© Emily Dickinson
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don't believe
Does not exhilarate.
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear --
© Emily Dickinson
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear --
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze --
Until it settle broad -- on Paradise --
To fight aloud, is very brave
© Emily Dickinson
To fight aloud, is very brave --
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe --
They might not need me -- yet they might --
© Emily Dickinson
They might not need me -- yet they might --
I'll let my Heart be just in sight --
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity --
There's something quieter than sleep
© Emily Dickinson
There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast --
And will not tell its name.
There is no Frigate like a Book
© Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry --
The Soul's Superior instants
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's Superior instants
Occur to Her -- alone --
When friend -- and Earth's occasion
Have infinite withdrawn --
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
© Emily Dickinson
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close.
The rainbow never tells me
© Emily Dickinson
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
© Emily Dickinson
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
And then -- Excuse from Pain --
And then -- those little Anodyness
That deaden suffering --
The earth has many keys,
© Emily Dickinson
The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature's fact.
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --
'Tis dimmer than a Lace --
No stature has it, like a Fog
When you approach the place --
These are the days when Birds come back
© Emily Dickinson
These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.
There came a Wind like a Bugle --
© Emily Dickinson
There came a wind like a bugle
It quivered through the GRASS,
And a green chill upon the heat
The Sun in reigning to the West
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst
