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Skills by Jonathan Aaron
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Renewal [Excerpt] by Chris Abani
I set you free that night, father
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Ruin by Seth Abramson
and backwards go
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The Woods in Concord by Seth Abramson
Down by the oaks
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Letter to Dr. B-- by Diane Ackerman
I have found you among the texts
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Our flag by Carl Adamshick
should be green
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The solitude of an apricot by Carl Adamshick
Away from leaf touch, from twig
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New years' morning by Carl Adamshick
A low, quiet music is playing
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Benevolence by Carl Adamshick
We took your food and in a few days
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Correction by Carl Adamshick
Last week the caption
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Before by Carl Adamshick
I always thought death would be like traveling
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January by Betty Adcock
Dusk and snow this hour
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The Spacious Firmament on high by Joseph Addison
The Spacious Firmament on high
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Salmon by Kim Addonizio
In this shallow creek
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Half-Hearted Sonnet by Kim Addonizio
He'd left his belt. She
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Mermaid Song by Kim Addonizio
Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself
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"What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
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My Heart by Kim Addonizio
That Mississippi chicken shack
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The Edge of the World [excerpt] by Adonis
I release the earth and I imprison the skies
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Sonnet Substantially Like the Words of F Rodriguez One Position Ahead of Me on the Unemployment Line by Jack Agüeros
It happens to me all the time--business
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Primogeniture by Julie Agoos
Someone put that basket under the dresser
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1939 by Marjorie Agosín
She knew how to seduce her destiny,
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Secrets in the Sand [And the night was a precipice] by Marjorie Agosín
And the night was a precipice
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Motherhood, 1951 by Ai
Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy
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Grandfather Says by Ai
"Sit in my hand."
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The Vampire by Conrad Aiken
She rose among us where we lay
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Discordants [Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket] by Conrad Aiken
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket
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The Dance by Humberto Ak'Abal
All of us dance
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Lot's Wife by Anna Akhmatova
And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
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In Memory of M. B. by Anna Akhmatova
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
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Among the Things He Does Not Deserve by Dan Albergotti
Greek olives in oil, fine beer, the respect of colleagues
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Fushigi na Chicharrón by Rosa Alcalá
The body's hidden face
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Worms by Sandra Alcosser
Some days he'd rub two pegs together
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Hats by Sandra Alcosser
Auntie lies in the rest home with a feeding tube and a bedpan, she
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Sweat by Sandra Alcosser
Friday night I entered a dark corridor
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Michael's Wine by Sandra Alcosser
Winter again and we want
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Images by Richard Aldington
Like a gondola of green scented fruits
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Rain by Claribel Alegría
As the falling rain / trickles among the stones
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With All Due Respect [excerpt] by Vincent Aleixandre
Trees, women and children
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The Dead by Joan Aleshire
In poems I read, "the dead" always appear
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Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander
Each day we go about our business
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Haircut by Elizabeth Alexander
I get off the IRT in front of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture after riding an early
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Ladders by Elizabeth Alexander
Filene's department store
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Blues by Elizabeth Alexander
I am lazy, the laziest
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Muse by Meena Alexander
I was young when you came to me.
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Central Park, Carousel by Meena Alexander
June already, it's your birth month,
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Letter Home by Pamela Alexander
I can’t write you because everything’s
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Thought as Philosophical Torment by Will Alexander
In the mirror of excessive drift
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On Anti-Biography by Will Alexander
For me, biography is a lantern, burning in the midst of parenthetical opaqueness
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Passage by Eve Alexandra
Tiny jewels of sand and salt spill from her mouth
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Heroine by Eve Alexandra
Needle to thread. Scythe to wheat. Foot to pedal
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Sleeping at The Plaza by Eve Alexandra
There were tiny hounds sniffing out their gilded cages
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Botanica by Eve Alexandra
They are everywhere--those sunflowers with the coal heart center
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Girl by Eve Alexandra
Be careful if you take this flower into your house
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The Drowned Girl by Eve Alexandra
This is a quiet grave
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Dangerous Astronomy by Sherman Alexie
I wanted to walk outside and praise the stars,
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Good Hair by Sherman Alexie
Hey, Indian boy, why (why!) did you slice off your braids?
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Grief Calls Us to the Things of This World by Sherman Alexie
The eyes open to a blue telephone
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The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood' by Agha Shahid Ali
First, grant me my sense of history:
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I See Chile in My Rearview Mirror by Agha Shahid Ali
This dream of water--what does it harbor?
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Even the Rain by Agha Shahid Ali
What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?
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Sleep Door by Kazim Ali
a light knocking on the sleep door
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Marble Hill by Kazim Ali
Paradise lies beneath the feet of your mother
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Bright Felon DVD Extra/Alternate Ending by Kazim Ali
In the convicted evening I am a victor struck loose and restless
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Inferno, Canto XXXIV by Dante Alighieri
Towards us; therefore look in front of thee
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Inferno, Canto I by Dante Alighieri
Midway upon the journey of our life
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Purgatorio, Canto X by Dante Alighieri
When we had crossed the threshold of the door
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Inferno, Canto XIV by Dante Alighieri
Love of that land that was our common source
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If You Get There Before I Do by Dick Allen
Air out the linens, unlatch the shutters on the eastern side,
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The Witch-Bride by William Allingham
A fair witch crept to a young man's side
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So by John Allman
It wasn't just the war. Or wearing a little officer's uniform,
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Playgrounds by Laurence Alma-Tadema
In summer I am very glad
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Without Discussion by Samuel Amadon
What people said, what left the table dark
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Memorial Day for the War Dead by Yehuda Amichai
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
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Called into Play by A. R. Ammons
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
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Still by A. R. Ammons
I said I will find what is lowly
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In Memoriam Mae Noblitt by A. R. Ammons
This is just a place: / we go around, distanced,
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In View of the Fact by A. R. Ammons
The people of my time are passing away
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Continuity by A. R. Ammons
I've pressed so
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The City Limits by A. R. Ammons
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
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You Must by Jon Andersen
You must have a hope
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Womanhood by Catherine Anderson
She slides over
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A Fear of Old Age by Jack Anderson
The dread, always,
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Beyond Even This by Maggie Anderson
Who would have thought the afterlife would
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Evening Song by Sherwood Anderson
My song will rest while I rest
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Cleanliness is next to godliness by Nin Andrews
Grandma always said
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At Burt Lake by Tom Andrews
To disappear into the right words
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Sampling by Ralph Angel
I’m standing on 10th Street. I’m not the only one. Buildings rise like foliage and human touch
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In Every Direction by Ralph Angel
As if you actually died in that dream
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
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Alone by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking
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The Body Is the Victory and the Defeat of Dreams by Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
The body is the Victory of dreams
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The Cruel Mother by Anonymous
There was a lady dwelt in York
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Old English riddle by Anonymous
My dress is silent when I tread the ground
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 by Anonymous
To every thing there is a season
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The Creation of the Moon by Anonymous
The man cut his throat and left his head there.
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Adam Lay Ibounden by Anonymous
Adam lay ibounden
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Hymn to Dionysos by Anonymous
O Insewn God--born from Zeus' thigh--
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The Lady That Loved a Swine by Anonymous
There was a lady loved a swine
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Lord Randall by Anonymous
"Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall my son?
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Earth Took of Earth by Anonymous
Earth took of earth earth with ill
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The Unquiet Grave by Anonymous
The wind doth blow today, my love
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Eadwacer by Anonymous
To my people it's as though he gave them a sacrifice
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the second hundred: for sid luft by David Antin
there are two sides to every story
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spring love noise and all [excerpt] by David Antin
but i wondered what i would talk about
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the theory and practice of postmodernism — a manifesto [excerpt] by David Antin
about two years ago elly and i decided we needed a new mattress
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6th separation meditation by David Antin
it appears whole
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what it means to be avant-garde [excerpt] by David Antin
and i was thinking about this while i was flying
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Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
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Zone by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Arts & Sciences by Philip Appleman
Here's a nice thought we can save
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Leaving Things Unfinished by Philip Appleman
As the black wings close in on you
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Five Easy Prayers for Pagans by Philip Appleman
O Karma, Dharma, pudding & pie
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Last Night We Saw South Pacific by James Applewhite
wake to see a cardinal in our white
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Interstate Highway by James Applewhite
As on a crowded Interstate the drivers in boredom
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Jugglers by Francisco Aragón
She and I on a bench eating prawns
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Grandfather's Song by Nan Arbuckle
The Osage family moved slowly to the beat,
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Meeting with My Father in the Orchard by Homero Aridjis
Past noon. Past the cinema
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El Poema / The Poem by Homero Aridjis
El poema gira sobre la cabeza de un hombre / The poem spins over the head of a man
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Unbidden by Rae Armantrout
The ghosts swarm
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Custom by Rae Armantrout
We maintain a critical distance
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Two, Three by Rae Armantrout
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat
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Thing by Rae Armantrout
We love our cat
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Scumble by Rae Armantrout
What if I were turned on by seemingly innocent words
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Exact by Rae Armantrout
Quick, before you die
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Upper World by Rae Armantrout
If sadness
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Yonder by Rae Armantrout
Anything cancels
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At Sea by Simon Armitage
It is not through weeping
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Gooseberry Season by Simon Armitage
Which reminds me. He appeared
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September by James Armstrong
I miss the tilt and racket of your face
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Autobiography of the Body by Elizabeth Arnold
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Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight,
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The Buried Life by Matthew Arnold
The Buried Life
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Requiescat by Matthew Arnold
Strew on her roses, roses
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Isolation: To Marguerite by Matthew Arnold
We were apart; yet, day by day
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Flying by Sarah Arvio
One said to me tonight or was it day
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The Widows of Gravesend by L. S. Asekoff
It is told & it is told & it is told again
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Into the Dusk-Charged Air by John Ashbery
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent
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Alcove by John Ashbery
Is it possible that spring could be
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Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape by John Ashbery
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder,
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Instead of Losing by John Ashbery
Anyone, growing up in a space you hadn't used yet
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Meaningful Love by John Ashbery
What the bad news was
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The New Higher by John Ashbery
You meant more than life to me. I lived through
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For John Clare by John Ashbery
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its
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My Philosophy of Life by John Ashbery
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough
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Syringa by John Ashbery
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality
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Daffy Duck In Hollywood by John Ashbery
Something strange is creeping across me.
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Mottled Tuesday by John Ashbery
Something was about to go laughably wrong
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Variation on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
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Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing by Margaret Atwood
The world is full of women
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This Is a Photograph of Me by Margaret Atwood
It was taken some time ago.
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Morning in the Burned House by Margaret Atwood
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
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You Begin by Margaret Atwood
You begin this way:
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In Memory of Sigmund Freud by W. H. Auden
When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
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September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
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The Shield of Achilles by W. H. Auden
She looked over his shoulder
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The Unknown Citizen by W. H. Auden
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
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As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden
As I walked out one evening,
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Lullaby by W. H. Auden
Lay Your Sleeping head, my love,
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In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
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The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
The piers are pummelled by the waves;
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Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
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The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
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On the Circuit by W. H. Auden
Among pelagian travelers,
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Donal Óg by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you
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My Daughter's First Week by Gennady Aygi
the quietness / where the child is--seems uneven
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Mirrors by Tada Chimako
The mirror is always slightly taller than I
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Putting on My Face by Tada Chimako
Facing the mirror, I put on my face
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A Spray of Water: Tanka [one narcissus] by Tada Chimako
one narcissus
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A Spray of Water: Tanka [the hot water in] by Tada Chimako
the hot water in
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Person of the Playful Star: Tanka [there is a hole at] by Tada Chimako
there is a hole at
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From a Woman of a Distant Land by Tada Chimako
In this country, we do not bury the dead. We enclose them like dolls in glass cases and decorate our houses with them
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A Spray of Water: Tanka [the round spoon] by Tada Chimako
the round spoon
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Person of the Playful Star: Tanka [I listen to songs] by Tada Chimako
I listen to songs
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Bangladesh II by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is how my sorrow became visible
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You Tell Us What to Do by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
When we launched life
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Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Before you came
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Antique by Arthur Rimbaud
Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned
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