Potential Titles: T Authors Misc.

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So thick with thornless flowers - P.D.T. "Lost Treasures"

Come to revel in our bowers - P.D.T. "Lost Treasures"

For those who would erase - Carmen Tafolla "Marked"

Grown in gardens never owned - Carmen Tafolla "Marked"

The shadow waves of satin - Dujie Tahat "On Desire"

Never touched what made me holy - Dujie Tahat "On Desire"

Innumerable needles of cold - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Move horizontally below the earth - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Will rustle under painful light - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

For light as space for shadow - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Drained by fevered lips - Sir Thomas N. Talfourd "Sympathy"

Who thought to die unmourned - Sir Thomas N. Talfourd "Sympathy"

In the mind's waters - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "The Gods of the Age"

Water upon water upon water - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "A Love Note"

Fills like sand between glass marbles - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "A Love Note"

Forces what we denied into luminosity - Margo Tamez "Father replays the funeral in Dream #28"

At his private film of captivity - Margo Tamez "Father replays the funeral in Dream #28"

She trains to translate lightning - Margo Tamez "I am the daughter my mother raise to confront them"

Unsoiled by worldly dust - Tao Qian (translated by James Hightower) "Returning to the Farm to Dwell I"

Fell in the snares of dust - Tao Qian (translated by Stephen Owen) "Returning to Dwell in Gardens and Fields I"

A soul unattached creates its own sweet solitude - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Breathe high western air at sunset - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

These things hold hidden truths - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

What years have passed of sorrow - Rev. William B. Tappan "Stanzas" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

To bribe the weary pilgrim back - Rev. William B. Tappan "Stanzas" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Scatter the wealth in my hand - Tarafa "Mu'allaqat [Canst thou make me immortal]" transl. by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Tell my sorrows to the Moon - Abdikheyir Khelil Tawakkul "Sharing My Sorrow" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Share my grief with the stars - Abdikheyir Khelil Tawakkul "Sharing My Sorrow" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A silken basket catching our paper airplanes - Bryce A. Taylor "Cartilage"

Thieves and robbers dwell therein - Jeremy Taylor "Hymn for Advent; or Christ's Coming to Jerusalem in Triumph"

His spirit glowed with zeal - Henry Taylor "In Remembrance of the Hon. Edward Ernest Villiers"

I am grateful for the two pearls you offer - Tchang Tsi "A Loyal Wife" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Rise with holy wind - Craig Morgan Teicher "Lifted"

Icarus, careful not to wake his captors - Jonathan Teklit "Black Mythology"

As Icarus arrives at the border of the sky - Jonathan Teklit "Black Mythology"

Against the tyranny of rain - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Are offensive to the sky - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Undo the pain before you speak - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

The gods with mouths full of rain - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Struck by lightning or coincidence - Fiona Templeton "Why Say That"

Balanced on a strand of swaying stone - Edward Wyndham Tennant "Home Thoughts in Laventie"

Dancing with a measured step from wrecked and shattered towns - Edward Wyndham Tennant "Home Thoughts in Laventie"

The full redundance of their golden store - T.J. Terrington "Autumn"

Surpassing Eden's most enchanting bird - T.J. Terrington "Birth of the First-Born"

On golden threads of hope and fear - Rose Terry "Then"

Her thousand streams of wealth untold - Rose Terry "Then"

Scream till the waves scream back - Marian Thanhouser "At Night"

The spitting foam and the ice-fanged caves - Marian Thanhouser "Home"

A young birch-tree in a forest of pines - Marian Thanhouser "Young Witches"

And the gloom turned swift to gold - Celia Thaxter "The Gift" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Nov. 1878]

as I hear your silence transform - Laura Theis "Family Talk"

the unnatural speed of my heartbeat - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

my eyes opaque with mistrust - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

tender shoots and root vegetables - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

In meager bursts of human feeling - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

And I am still the company I keep - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

Fail to scribe care onto my body - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

To build a marvelous cavernous boat - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

How age deceives - Edith Matilda Thomas "Winter Sleep"

When we relinquish breath - Clara Ann Thompson "Life and Death"

Have dropped before thy sight - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

Wild with passion's rains - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

And never fail to cheer - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

The crimson beds of sleeping airs - Hugh Miller Thompson "Sleeping" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

I don't think about the Multiverse - Jenny Thompson "Multiverse"

Love will still be a hungry disciple - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

Her overcoat continuing to thin - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

A bitter taste of beetroot - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

Through infinite changes yet shall I go on - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"

Fills the earth and thrills the heavens - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"

I call the tides - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

The tides from seas of rest - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

From out their raging chasm - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

Out of the birth-place of sighs - Priscilla Jane Thompson "A Valentine"

Wild November raged that hope was past - Edward William Thomson "The Bad Year"

Serves but to root thy native oak - James Thomson (1700-1748) "Rule Britannia"

Stubborn as a stolen lock refusing the key - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

A remnant of their former bodies - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

Smiles at all the wrong silences - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

Alive with something inconceivable - Bradford Tice "Milkweed"

Flanked by the fragrances of honeysuckle - Bradford Tice "Milkweed"

The smallest stone of the self - Susan Tichy "Public Speech"

Inside the walls of the dream - Susan Tichy "Public Speech"

Towers filled with murder - Leah Tieger "I-30, I-20, Farm to Market Road"

Where the old names went - Leah Tieger "I-30, I-20, Farm to Market Road"

Veiled Mystery broods obscure - Louis Tiercelin "By Menec'hi Shore" (translated by William Sharp)

All folded into one darkness - To-Em-Mei "The Unmoving Cloud" (translated by Ezra Pound and possibly others, attribution unclear)

The tree uses a secret algebra - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

To perforate dense void - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

Braided into the body - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

Wind deserves a trophy - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

The ivory altars of our lost pilgrimage - Ridgely Torrence "Santa Barbara Beach"

This universal solvent swallows every hill - Angela Narciso Torres "Self-Portrait as Water"

Fills the hollows of my surrender - Angela Narciso Torres "Self-Portrait as Water"

Whom no country can claim as her son - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

The valor of who bears a sword - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

The courtesy of who wears a flower - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

A soldier's poem and a poet's deed - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

Because the Spring was slow - Charles Hanson Towne "Waiting"

Even the apples were poison - Ann Townsend "A Unified Berlin"

If you'll share there my ivy-crowned cot - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Love which thus hallows the ground - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Brightens the gloom of the anchorite's cell - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

In Pleasure's borrowed dress - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

Sowed the seed of mourning years - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

A few dark days of terror past - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

A kind of smudgy justice - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Oblivious to the wind - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

A hybrid hallucination - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Someone else's map of laughing - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Made by blind gods waving sieves - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Balanced on a pinpoint of time - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Fizzes as the sunlight passes through - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Kiting off after distant glimmers - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Such cobwebs of knowledge as careless young fingers may hold - J.T. Trowbridge "My Brother and I" [The Atlantic Monthly v.13 no.76, Feb. 1864]

Yon severing tide is not fordless or wide - J.T. Trowbridge "My Brother and I" [The Atlantic Monthly v.13 no.76, Feb. 1864]

Joy is wounded and nigh to death - Robertson Trowbridge "Song [Pale Grief with tender Joy is at strife]" [Lippincott's Magazine, Nov. 1885]

With sun and wind and lark - William Troy "Roads"

Stumbling with pain and fears - William Troy "Roads"

But mine is the rain and hail - William Troy "Roads"

Tangled wood and twisted trail - William Troy "Roads"

Where the hickory trees start themselves - Bradley Trumpfheller "Loom"

Tall branches sweeping the azure sky - Ts'ao P'i "Lotus Lake" transl. by Burton Watson

Send down their shining colors - Ts'ao P'i "Lotus Lake" transl. by Burton Watson

The secret of seawater - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Into the cleanliness of laughter - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Sour and shrivelled to stardust - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Five sons gone to distant battle - Tso Yen-Nien "Call to Arms" transl. by Burton Watson

Of most superb pretentions - Tso-le-oh-woh "A Red Man's Thoughts"

Its lightning fringed immensity - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

As the oceans of shoreless space - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

Some dread sky rocket of Eternity - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

Hoped to pluck the fruits of life - Tso Ssu "The Scholar in the Narrow Street" (translated by Arthur Waley)

The bridle of the four winds - Marina Tsvetayeva "Insomnia" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

The full story that Eve took from the tree - Marina Tsvetayeva "Poem of the End" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

That well-known foolish heresy - Marina Tsvetayeva "Poem of the End" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

The patient fear of the morning - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

Open to the love of fire - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

A departure in a fragment of landscape - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

A thorn was left in our tongues - Adil Tunyaz "But a Thorn Was Left in Our Tongues..." transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Grass grows in a stable - Adil Tunyaz "But a Thorn Was Left in Our Tongues..." transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The rain that cries in silence - Adil Tunyaz "The World in the City of Kashgar" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Will be a refugee forever in heaven - Adil Tunyaz "The World in the City of Kashgar" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Toward some other sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Your long, wounded song - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Be you in your own sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Against the edge of the sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Colossal right hand curled around a mystery - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

In a daydream I break free - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

Eyes forever cast toward Rome - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

When winds are noisy-winged and high - Elizabeth Thornton Turner "The Pinewood People" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Bow, advance, swing partners and retreat - Elizabeth Thornton Turner "The Pinewood People" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

The wild volition of the frothing ocean - Genya Turovskaya "Wisterical"

With crowns of kelp and frantic purple flowers - Genya Turovskaya "Wisterical"

Cradle the cry of my blood - Malka Heifetz Tussman "Mount Gilboa" transl. by Marcia Falk

Parading rainbow feathers - Sarah Grace Tuttle "Courtship Dance"

All while clutching the earth - Sarah Grace Tuttle "Rooted"

With a store of minted metal - John Twig "A Ballade of the Nurserie"

Closed the portal of thought - Miss Augusta C. Twiggs "Night"


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