| Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,] Nothing was ever what it claimed to be |
| When I Consider How My Light Is Spent When I consider how my light is spent, |
| My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28) My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! |
| Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) Death, be not proud, though some have called thee |
| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun |
| Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? |
| American Sonnet (10) our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row |
| American Sonnet (35) boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. This |
| How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
| History History has to live with what was here, |
| A Certain Slant of Sunlight In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is |
| Sonnet 6 Is he native to this realm? No, |
| Sonnet 131 I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion |
| Silence There is a silence where hath been no sound |
| Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle |
| Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder |
| Autumn Both lying on our sides, making love in |
| Discourse And I said to him, we are continuous |
| Shawl Eight hours by bus, and night |
| Oil & Steel My father lived in a dirty dish mausoleum |
| Sonnet 1 He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black— |
| Sonnet 100 In night when colors all to black are cast |
| Mother Night Eternities before the first-born day |
| Sonnet V I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place |
| Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more] You did say, need me less and I'll want you more |