2008 November

Tried always and Condemned by thee
Permit me this reprieve
That dying I may earn the look
For which I cease to live –

Triumph — may be of several kinds –
There’s Triumph in the Room
When that Old Imperator — Death –
By Faith

Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
I met Somebody’s little Boy
Asked him his name — He lisped me “Trotwood” –
Lady, did He belong to thee?

Would it comfort — to know I met him –
And that He didn’t look afraid?
I couldn’t weep — for so many smiling
New Acquaintance — this Baby made –

Trust adjust her “Peradventure” –
Phantoms entered “and not you.”

Trust in the Unexpected –
By this — was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold –
As One had testified –

Through this — the old Philosopher –
His Talismanic Stone
Discerned — still withholden
To effort undivine –

‘Twas this — allured Columbus –
When Genoa — withdrew
Before an Apparition
Baptized America –

The Same — afflicted Thomas –
When Deity assured
‘Twas better — the perceiving not –
Provided it believed –

Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis’ new house,
Durable as dawn
Whose antiquated blossom
Makes a world’s suspense
Perish and rejoice.

Truth — is as old as God –
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity –

And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.

Two — were immortal twice –
The privilege of few –
Eternity — obtained — in Time –
Reversed Divinity –

That our ignoble Eyes
The quality conceive
Of Paradise superlative –
Through their Comparative.

Two Lengths has every Day –
Its absolute extent
And Area superior
By Hope or Horror lent –

Eternity will be
Velocity or Pause
At Fundamental Signals
From Fundamental Laws.

To die is not to go –
On Doom’s consummate Chart
No Territory new is staked –
Remain thou as thou art.

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar –
Until the morning sun –
When One — turned smiling to the land –
Oh God! the Other One!

The stray ships — passing –
Spied a face –
Upon the waters borne –
With eyes in death — still begging raised –
And hands — beseeching — thrown!