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Regenerative by Ken Babstock
That dog padded home wearing a rip
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Listening to jazz now by Jimmy Santiago Baca
Listening to jazz now, I'm happy
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This Day by Jimmy Santiago Baca
I feel foolish
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What is Broken is What God Blesses by Jimmy Santiago Baca
The lover's footprint in the sand
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Temper by Beth Bachmann
Some things are damned to erupt like wildfire
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Between the Beating Clocks by Crystal Bacon
Cheap, made to travel they throw their tiny drumbeats out in stereo from the bed table
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Old Photographs by Gabeba Baderoon
On my desk is a photograph of you
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Q and A: Do you have any tips? Answer #2 by Julianna Baggott
How many times do I have to say it: Listen
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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths by Philip James Bailey
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths
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The City of God by David Baker
Now we knelt beside
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Patriotics by David Baker
Yesterday a little girl got slapped to death by her daddy,
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The Feast by David Baker
The moon tonight is
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Hyper- by David Baker
Then a stillness descended the blue hills
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Forced Bloom by David Baker
Such pleasure one needs to make for oneself
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Passing Through Albuquerque by John Balaban
At dusk, by the irrigation ditch
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The Painting by John Balaban
The stream runs clear to its stones;
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Eddie by John Balaban
Hadn't seen Eddie for some time
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Karawane by Hugo Ball
jolifanto bambla o falli bambla
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Inside the Stove by Jesse Ball
Inside the stove, he found
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First Probe by Barry Ballard
When the earth is tempered, compressed and cooled
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Night School by Micah Ballard
Off hours
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You Know by Mary Jo Bang
You know, don't you, what we're doing here
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The Role of Elegy by Mary Jo Bang
The role of elegy is
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Catastrophe Theory III by Mary Jo Bang
Now we sit and play with a tiny toy
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The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity by Mary Jo Bang
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Definitely by Mary Jo Bang
What is desire
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Catastrophe Theory II by Mary Jo Bang
The foot goes forward, yes
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Hibiscus on the Lake by Chavali Bangaramma
The plant saw the beauty of water,
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To the Trespasser by David Barber
A quiet akin to ruins
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The Hand of Glory: The Nurse's Story by Richard Harris Barham
On the lone bleak moor
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Raising the Devil: A Legend of Cornelius Agrippa by Richard Harris Barham
'And hast thou nerve enough?' he said
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Example and Admonition by Dick Barnes
My father’s admonition: when given
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Living Room Altar by Catherine Barnett
Except for the shirt pulled from the ocean,
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Lamp or Mirror by Tony Barnstone
When strange light stirs the mirror, forces swirl
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Pocket Vampire by Dorothy Barresi
I reconcile myself to need
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Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton
We stand on the edge, the fall
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Basket of Figs by Ellen Bass
Bring me your pain, love. Spread
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Eating The Bones by Ellen Bass
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Distinction by Claire Bateman
CONGRATULATIONS!
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The Fountain of Blood by Charles Baudelaire
A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood
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Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it--it's the only
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Posthumous Remorse by Charles Baudelaire
When you go to sleep, my gloomy beauty
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Spleen by Charles Baudelaire
February, peeved at Paris, pours
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Voyage to Cythera by Charles Baudelaire
Free as a bird and joyfully my heart
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Invitation to the Voyage by Charles Baudelaire
Child, Sister, think how sweet to go out there and live together
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I Too Was Loved By Daphne by Judith Baumel
Daphne was known within these doors
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Exoskeletal Gesture by Eric Baus
Venom erupted from the trees
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The sisters of the broken candle by Eric Baus
covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye
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Heroisms, 4, 5 by Dan Beachy-Quick
I speak these words directly into his yawn
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This Nest, Swift Passerine [excerpt] by Dan Beachy-Quick
But how find how as it flew onward
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Hariot's Round by Dan Beachy-Quick
I know, to entice, to convince, I must sing
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On Becoming a Poet in the 1950s by Stephen Beal
There was love and there was trees.
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Unbehold by Bruce Beasley
Lord Nelson's hand, blasted
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White Hart by Liz Beasley
The dogs coming after are many
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Vocation by Sandra Beasley
For six months I dealt Baccarat in a casino
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Cherry Tomatoes by Sandra Beasley
Little bastards of vine
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Report from the Skinhouse by Jan Beatty
I went looking for the body.
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I'll Write the Girl by Jan Beatty
The thing I'll never write is the green leaf
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Sitting Nude by Jan Beatty
The torso facing east, the head nearly west
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When I Am in the Kitchen by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
I think about the past. I empty the ice-cube trays
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R.S.V.P. by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
The road out front is all torn
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Burning of the Three Fires by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
I set the cookbook on fire
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more shadow by Priscilla Becker
as the sun
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Against Pleasure by Robin Becker
Worry stole the kayaks and soured the milk
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Angel Supporting St. Sebastian by Robin Becker
Shot with arrows and left for dead
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Man of the Year by Robin Becker
My father tells the story of his life
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Great Sleeps I Have Known by Robin Becker
Once in a cradle in Norway folded
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They'll spend the summer by Joshua Beckman
They'll spend the summer
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Oh, atlas by Joshua Beckman
Oh, atlas
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Ode to the Air Traffic Controller by Joshua Beckman
Melbourne, Perth, Darwin, Townsville
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The going. The letters. The staying. by Joshua Beckman
The going. The letters. The staying.
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Untitled Poem [Unslide the door] by Joshua Beckman
Unslide the door
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Seagulls beside ferry boat by Joshua Beckman
Seagulls beside ferry boat
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[In Colorado, In Oregon, upon] by Joshua Beckman
In Colorado, In Oregon, upon
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A Crocodile by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Hard by the lilied Nile I saw
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Dirge by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
We do lie beneath the grass
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Going Down Hill on a Bicycle by Henry Charles Beeching
With lifted feet, hands still
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Interlude: Still Still by Robin Behn
Inside the hole, where it's yellow,
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Against Writing about Children by Erin Belieu
When I think of the many people
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Letter to Jerusalem by Elana Bell
To hold the bird and not to crush her, that is the secret
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Letter to Arafat by Elana Bell
In the rebuilt café where the bride exploded with the glass
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Naming the land by Elana Bell
Because we named the land in blood and ink
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Flags by Elana Bell
Everywhere, in the fertile soil of this land
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There are things this poem would rather not say: by Elana Bell
We ate labneh and bread in your tents
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Our Bed Is Also Green by Joshua Bell
Please speak to me only of the present
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The Book of the Dead Man (The Foundry) by Marvin Bell
The dead man hath founded the dead man's foundry
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To Dorothy by Marvin Bell
You are not beautiful, exactly
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Bagram, Afghanistan, 2002 by Marvin Bell
The interrogation celebrated spikes and cuffs
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The Book of the Dead Man (Nothing) by Marvin Bell
The dead man knows nothing
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Around Us by Marvin Bell
We need some pines to assuage the darkness
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Instructions to Be Left Behind by Marvin Bell
I've included this letter in the group
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The Book of the Dead Man (Food) by Marvin Bell
The dead man likes chocolate, dark chocolate
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The Book of the Dead Man (Fungi) by Marvin Bell
The dead man has changed his mind about moss and mold
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To an Adolescent Weeping Willow by Marvin Bell
I don't know what you think you're doing
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White Clover by Marvin Bell
Once when the moon was out about three-quarters
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The Book of the Dead Man (Your Hands) by Marvin Bell
Mornings, he keeps out the world awhile, the dead man
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Mars Being Red by Marvin Bell
Being red is the color of a white sun where it lingers
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The Vulnerability of Order by Martine Bellen
Caves, here, contain dead / live
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Russian Birch by Nathaniel Bellows
Is it agony that has bleached them to such beauty? Their stand
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The Love-Hat Relationship by Aaron Belz
I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship
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Sail by Molly Bendall
The trick is the flow. Little fish with storms on their
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Little Stones at My Window by Mario Benedetti
Once in a while / joy throws little stones at my window
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To Persuade a Lady
Carpe Diem by Michael Benedikt
True, I have always been happy that all the things that are inside
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The Beef Epitaph by Michael Benedikt
This is what it was: Sometime in the recent but until now unrecorded
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Of Seals, and Our Smiles by Michael Benedikt
The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands
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The European Shoe by Michael Benedikt
The European Shoe is covered with grass and reed, bound up and wound
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Portland Taxis by Michael Benedikt
If were on Mars, and wanted to get back-to-home, I would
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Daniel Boone by Stephen Vincent Benét
When Daniel Boone goes by, at night,
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American Names by Stephen Vincent Benét
I have fallen in love with American names
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Metropolitan Nightmare by Stephen Vincent Benét
It rained a lot that spring. You woke in the morning
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John Brown's Body [There were three stout pillars that held up all] by Stephen Vincent Benét
There were three stout pillars that held up all
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Zulu by Jen Benka
fasting in milwaukee hunger strike
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Fellow Creatures by Bruce Bennett
I pat the horses’ heads as I walk by
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Quatrains by Gwendolyn Bennett
Brushes and paints are all I have
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Sonnet 2 by Gwendolyn Bennett
Some things are very dear to me—
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Sonnet 1 by Gwendolyn Bennett
He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black
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Fantasy by Gwendolyn Bennett
I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night
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About Foam by Caroline Bergvall
A paradoxical pleasure is both solid nor liquid that can be
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The Not Tale (Funeral) by Caroline Bergvall
he great labour of appearance
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Traffic by Bill Berkson
Choice is painful,
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Song of Yes and No [Coffee & Dolls] by April Bernard
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner,
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Beagle or Something by April Bernard
The composer's name was Beagle or something
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Roy Orbison and John Milton Are Still Dreaming by April Bernard
You know what I mean: In the instant
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Four Winds by April Bernard
At least that many buffet here, and I
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The Going by April Bernard
The cloth edge of certainty
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English as a Second Language by April Bernard
That voice from the tv that voice
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Diary by Deborah Bernhardt
The opposite of striking him
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My/My/My by Charles Bernstein
my pillow
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Poem by Charles Bernstein
here. Forget
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All the Whiskey in Heaven by Charles Bernstein
Not for all the whiskey in heaven
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Zero Star Hotel [At the Smith and Jones] by Anselm Berrigan
At the Smith and Jones
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April frigging 6 by Anselm Berrigan
Meat pies delivered daily from
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Easter Monday [excerpt] by Ted Berrigan
Under a red face, black velvet shyness
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A Certain Slant of Sunlight by Ted Berrigan
In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is
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A Nest Full of Stars by James Berry
Only chance made me come and find
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Kentucky River Junction by Wendell Berry
Clumsy at first, fitting together
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Dream Song 1 by John Berryman
Huffy Henry hid the day,
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Dream Song 29 by John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
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Dream Song 4 by John Berryman
Filling her compact & delicious body
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Audience by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
People think, at the theatre, an audience is tricked into believing it's looking at life.
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Ideal by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
I did not know beforehand what would count for me as a new color
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Concordance [Working backward in sleep] by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
Working backward in sleep
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Concordance [Our conversation is a wing] by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
Our conversation is a wing below my consciousness
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Red Quiet, Section 3 by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
Our conversation is a wing below my consciousness
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Shahid Reads His Own Palm by Reginald Dwayne Betts
I come from the cracked hands of men who used
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The Shark by Judith Beveridge
We heard the creaking clutch of the crank
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Fathers in the Snow by Jill Bialosky
After father died
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And You Thought You Were the Only One by Mark Bibbins
Someone waits at my door. Because he is
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The Anxiety of Coincidence by Mark Bibbins
Your object will have made a good subject
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Love Incarnate by Frank Bidart
To all those driven berserk or humanized by love
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Song by Frank Bidart
You know that it is there, lair
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For the Twentieth Century by Frank Bidart
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
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California Plush by Frank Bidart
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles
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The Yoke by Frank Bidart
don't worry I know you're dead
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Flight by Linda Bierds
Osseous, aqueous, cardiac, hepatic—
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Burning the Fields by Linda Bierds
In the windless late sunlight of August
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The Fish by Linda Bierds
Month after dry month, then suddenly
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Windows by Linda Bierds
When the cow died by the green sapling
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For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
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The Armadillo by Elizabeth Bishop
This is the time of year
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Suicide of a Moderate Dictator by Elizabeth Bishop
This is a day when truths will out, perhaps
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Visits to St. Elizabeths by Elizabeth Bishop
This is the house of Bedlam.
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The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
I caught a tremendous fish
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In the Waiting Room by Elizabeth Bishop
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
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The Moose by Elizabeth Bishop
From narrow provinces
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Filling Station by Elizabeth Bishop
Oh, but it is dirty!
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At the Fishhouses by Elizabeth Bishop
Although it is a cold evening,
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Elegant Shrimp in Champagne Sauce by Suzette Marie Bishop
You're sitting outside the French doors. It's night and I'm startled
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My Father Told Us Stories. . . by Eula Biss
My father told us stories every night about strange little animals
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Atlas by Sherwin Bitsui
Tonight I draw a raven’s wing inside a circle
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Blankets of Bark by Sherwin Bitsui
Point north, north where they walk
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Apparition by Sherwin Bitsui
I haven’t _________
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Trickster by Sherwin Bitsui
He was there--
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Cicada by John Blair
A youngest brother turns seventeen with a click as good as a roar,
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The Lamb by William Blake
Little lamb, who made thee?
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A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
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London by William Blake
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
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A Divine Image by William Blake
Cruelty has a Human heart
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Infant Joy by William Blake
I have no name
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Milton [excerpt] by William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
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Auguries of Innocence by William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand
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The Sick Rose by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick
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The Fly by William Blake
Little fly
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America, a Prophecy, Plates 3 and 4 by William Blake
The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent
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Cradle Song by William Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
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The Question answerd by William Blake
What is it men in women do require
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The Angel that presided 'oer my birth by William Blake
The Angel that presided 'oer my birth
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Ah! Sunflower by William Blake
Ah! sunflower, weary of time
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The Chimney-Sweeper by William Blake
When my mother died I was very young,
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The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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The Divine Image by William Blake
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
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Proverbs of Hell by William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy
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To Autumn by William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
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Holy Thursday by William Blake
Is this a holy thing to see
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Love's Secret by William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love
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Eternity by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy
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One First Try and then Another by Brian Blanchfield
Careful, a night set on edge
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The Parakeets by Alberto Blanco
They talk all day
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Misconceptions of Childhood by Celia Bland
My father was a sidewise Jack,
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Hey You by Adrian Blevins
Back when my head like an egg in a nest
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a woman had placed by Anne Blonstein
a yellow rose
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Be Kind by Michael Blumenthal
Not merely because Henry James said
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Jew by Michael Blumenthal
The melancholy of Chopin and cruel breathing
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United Jewish Appeal by Michael Blumenthal
My grandmother was eighty-nine and blind
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Fish Fucking by Michael Blumenthal
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Suburban by Michael Blumenthal
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it
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Stones by Michael Blumenthal
We live in dread of something
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The Difference between a Child and a Poem by Michael Blumenthal
If you are terrified of your own death
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Night Baseball by Michael Blumenthal
At night, when I go out to the field
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Manners by Michael Blumenthal
Just because a man pulls out your chair for you
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The Nurse by Michael Blumenthal
Now come the purple garments, now the white
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What Things Want by Robert Bly
You have to let things
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The Sympathies of the Long Married by Robert Bly
Oh well, let's go on eating the grains of eternity
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Theodore and Honoria by Giovanni Boccaccio
Of all the cities in Romanian lands
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Tears in Sleep by Louise Bogan
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
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The Art of Poetry [excerpt] by Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux
Gently make haste, of Labour not afraid
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Quarantine by Eavan Boland
In the worst hour of the worst season
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Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet by Eavan Boland
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
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The Pomegranate by Eavan Boland
The only legend I have ever loved is
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Death Barged In by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
In his Russian greatcoat
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Passerby, These are Words by Yves Bonnefoy
Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading
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Nightsong by Philip Booth
Beside you
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Saying It by Philip Booth
Saying it. Trying
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How to See Deer by Philip Booth
Forget roadside crossings
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Little Fugue by Marianne Boruch
Everyone should have a little fugue, she says,
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What God Knew by Marianne Boruch
when he knew nothing
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Human Atlas by Marianne Boruch
Because the body really
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Still Life by Marianne Boruch
Someone arranged them in 1620
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Snowfall in G Minor by Marianne Boruch
Overnight, it’s pow! The held note
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Stillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar
On a platform, I heard someone call out your name
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Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump by David Bottoms
Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
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The more Alice reaches out, the more her dream-rushes by Jenny Boully
disappear: one by one by one the darling scented rushes
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The Mountain Cemetery by Edgar Bowers
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill
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For Louis Pasteur by Edgar Bowers
How shall a generation know its story
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John by Edgar Bowers
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measure
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Provisional by Catherine Bowman
When he procured her, she purveyed
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Heart by Catherine Bowman
Old fang-in-the-boot trick. Five-chambered
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The Place Where in the End / We Find Our Happiness by Anne Boyer
The history of revolutions is the history of vague ideas
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Coat by Peg Boyers
At eleven I learned to lie.
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The Lullaby of History by Kevin Boyle
I put the bookmark in the page after Lincoln’s
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Death, Is All by Ana Božičević
I woke up real early to write about death (the lake through the trees) from
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The Allure of Forms by Coral Bracho
Blissful dance. Scream
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Why They Went by Elizabeth Bradfield
Frost bitten. Snow blind. Hungry. Craving
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To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
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Verses upon the Burning of our House by Anne Bradstreet
In silent night when rest I took
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The Author to Her Book by Anne Bradstreet
Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain
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To Her Father with Some Verses by Anne Bradstreet
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear
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Letter From Kathmandu by John Brandi
Friends, let us wake with disbelief
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Guanahani, 11 by Kamau Brathwaite
like the beginnings - o odales o adagios - of islands
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from Mesongs by Kamau Brathwaite
And suddenly you was talking trees
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Private Eye Lettuce by Richard Brautigan
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
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Haiku Ambulance by Richard Brautigan
A piece of green pepper
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The First Winter Snow by Richard Brautigan
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped
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Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan
If I were to live my life
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Horse’s Adventure by Jason Bredle
The horse discovered a gateway to another
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The Poems I Have Not Written by John Brehm
I’m so wildly unprolific, the poems
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The Real Enough World by Karen Brennan
After a while I dreamt about
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Choose Life by André Breton
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The Forest in the Axe by André Breton
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It Was Going on Five in the Morning by André Breton
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Today I Went Down by Breyten Breytenbach
today I went down on your body
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October 14—The Dow Closes Up 10015 by Susan Briante
I bleed a little, peyote tea waits in the refrigerator
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Sacred Heart by Lee Briccetti
Even as a girl I knew the heart was not a valentine
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James Lewis's Hands by Constance Quarterman Bridges
James loved the ladies
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London Snow by Robert Bridges
When men were all asleep the snow came flying
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Noël: Christmas Eve 1913 by Robert Bridges
A frosty Christmas Eve
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Low Barometer by Robert Bridges
The south-wind strengthens to a gale
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What They Found In the Diving Bell by Traci Brimhall
The first time I saw my mother, she'd been dead
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Trip Hop by Geoffrey Brock
I'll pack my toothbrush
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Did Not Come Back by Lucie Brock-Broido
In the roan hour between then & then again, the now, in the Babel
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Real Life by Lucie Brock-Broido
Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.
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After the Grand Perhaps by Lucie Brock-Broido
After vespers, after the first snow
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Carrowmore by Lucie Brock-Broido
All about Carrowmore the lambs
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How Can It Be I Am No Longer I by Lucie Brock-Broido
Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
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Domestic Mysticism by Lucie Brock-Broido
In thrice 10,000 seasons, I will come back to this world
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A Meadow by Lucie Brock-Broido
What was it I was hungry about. Hunger, it is one
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Odysseus to Telemachus by Joseph Brodsky
My dear Telemachus,
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if s/one is mocking let it be tender by Julian T. Brolaski
so what if the magistrate calls you dude
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last swan of avon by Julian T. Brolaski
socalled swan of avon
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elegy for kari edwards by Julian T. Brolaski
damesirs of fishairs
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Spellbound by Emily Brontë
The night is darkening round me,
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Stanzas by Emily Brontë
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
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The Visionary by Emily Brontë
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep
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Remembrance by Emily Brontë
Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
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Pink Diapers by Donna Brook
During my Joe McCarthy childhood
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Tiare Tahiti by Rupert Brooke
Mamua, when our laughter ends,
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Libido by Rupert Brooke
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
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The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
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The Great Lover by Rupert Brooke
I have been so great a lover: filled my days
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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
We real cool. We
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The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
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the sonnet-ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
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The Lovers of the Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment
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The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
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Plums by Catherine Savage Brosman
They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue
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Coffee and Oranges by Joel Brouwer
The music on TV turned gloomy. Sharks
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Vodka by Joel Brouwer
The Stoli bottle's frost melts to brilliance where I press my
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Dignity in the Home by Betsy Brown
All the chairs and the long brown couch just lay
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Reprise by Deborah Brown
Better than a lover's heart, the immortality of a name
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A Few Lines from Rehoboth Beach by Fleda Brown
Dear friend, you were right: the smell of fish and foam
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Heart Condition by Jericho Brown
I don't want to hurt a man, but I like to hear one beg
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Odd Jobs by Jericho Brown
I spent what light Saturday sent sweating
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Another Elegy by Jericho Brown
This is what your dying looks like
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Langston Blue by Jericho Brown
O Blood of the River of songs
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Fisherman by Kurt Brown
A man spends his whole life fishing in himself
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Road Trip by Kurt Brown
The new road runs along the old road. I can see it
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Sustain Petal by Lee Ann Brown
Come on, you who remembers your dreams
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Black bird, red wing by Nickole Brown
So this is where the last year
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Slim Greer in Hell by Sterling A. Brown
Slim Greer went to heaven;
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Southern Road by Sterling A. Brown
Swing dat hammer--hunh--
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Riverbank Blues by Sterling A. Brown
A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank,
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The Emergence of Memory, 1 by Laynie Browne
His unset eyes — containing water
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You Envelop Me [Excerpt] by Laynie Browne
A book —whose wings— swallow me
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How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
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The Soul's Expression by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
With stammering lips and insufficient sound
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Love by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We cannot live, except thus mutually
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The Face of All the World (Sonnet 7) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face of all the world is changed, I think
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The Sleep by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Of all the thoughts of God that are
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When our two souls... (Sonnet 22) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When our two souls stand up erect and strong
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A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What was he doing, the great god Pan
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To George Sand: A Desire by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man
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To George Sand: A Recognition by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
True genius, but true woman! dost deny
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Beloved, my Beloved... (Sonnet 20) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
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If thou must love me... (Sonnet 14) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
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Say over again... (Sonnet 21) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Say over again, and yet once over again
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Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister by Robert Browning
Gr-r-r--there go, my heart's abhorrence!
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My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
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Song from Paracelsus by Robert Browning
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
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My Star by Robert Browning
All, that I know
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Life in a Love by Robert Browning
Escape me?
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
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Rabbi Ben Ezra by Robert Browning
Grow old along with me!
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Two in the Campagna by Robert Browning
I wonder do you feel to-day
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Love in a Life by Robert Browning
Room after room
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Meeting at Night by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land
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The Whistler by Sommer Browning
Here I am so selfish I only remember my reaction
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Queen Maeve by Eloise Bruce
Dreaming within these walls all night,
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Sawdust by Sharon Bryan
Why not lindendust
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The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad
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To a Waterfowl by William Cullen Bryant
Whither, 'midst falling dew
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A Song for New Year's Eve by William Cullen Bryant
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
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The Planting of the Apple-Tree by William Cullen Bryant
Come, let us plant the apple-tree
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Midsummer by William Cullen Bryant
A power is on the earth and in the air
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Prayer To Escape The East by Christopher Buckley
Ash ascending the altitudes of dawn--
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Tomorrow by David Budbill
Tomorrow
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this kind of fire by Charles Bukowski
sometimes I think the gods
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so you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
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the suicide kid by Charles Bukowski
I went to the worst of bars
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1990 special by Charles Bukowski
year-worn
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What the Chairman Told Tom by Basil Bunting
Poetry? It's a hobby.
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The Goops by Gelett Burgess
The meanest trick I ever knew
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The Purple Cow by Gelett Burgess
I never saw a Purple Cow,
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Amends by Michael Burkard
It's 11.9 miles to Mardela Springs.
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Unappreciated Butterfly by Michael Burkard
No soon, no hard loan, no geometric woodwork
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Ejo by Derick Burleson
World resolves itself in crowded crane's liquid eye
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In the Bathroom Mirror by Ralph Burns
He continues to ponder
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Barbed Wire by Ralph Burns
Two or more strands twisted together
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Ghost Notes [excerpt] by Ralph Burns
Plumbline of disaster, shadow storage
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A Boat Is a Lever by Ralph Burns
After my student went to the doctor to
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Stella by Ralph Burns
Flap, flap went the mind of the bird
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And Leave Show Business? by Ralph Burns
This elephant keeper shoved a hose up
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Fishing in Winter by Ralph Burns
A man staring at a small lake sees
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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O my luve's like a red, red rose
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Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
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Anna, Thy Charms by Robert Burns
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
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Halloween by Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
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[O were my love yon Lilac fair] by Robert Burns
O were my love yon Lilac fair
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Afton Water by Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
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Epigram on Rough Woods by Robert Burns
I'm now arrived—thanks to the gods!
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My love is as a fever, longing still by Christopher Bursk
It didn't take a Harvard Medical School degree
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Your Father Sunbathing by Christopher Bursk
Sundays, your father climbs out a window
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Why Latin Should Still Be Taught in High School by Christopher Bursk
Because one day I grew so bored
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The Aerodynamics by Rick Bursky
The night she walked to the house
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At the Providence Zoo by Stephen Burt
Like the Beatles arriving from Britain
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The light of a candle by Yosa Buson
The light of a candle
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Ars Poetica by Anthony Butts
Broad-ribbed leaves of the calathea plant
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Diamonds by Kathryn Stripling Byer
This, he said, giving the hickory leaf
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Mountain Time [excerpt] by Kathryn Stripling Byer
Up here in the mountains
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Wildwood Flower by Kathryn Stripling Byer
I hoe thawed ground
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Coastal Plain by Kathryn Stripling Byer
The only clouds
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Vanity by Kathryn Stripling Byer
Without hands / a woman would stand at her mirror
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice] by George Gordon Byron
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs
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When We Two Parted by George Gordon Byron
When we two parted
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] by George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
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The Giaour [Unquenched, unquenchable] by George Gordon Byron
Unquenched, unquenchable
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The Destruction Of Sennacherib by George Gordon Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
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So we'll go no more a roving by George Gordon Byron
So, we'll go no more a roving
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She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
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Don Juan [If from great nature's or our own abyss] by George Gordon Byron
If from great nature's or our own abyss
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Darkness by George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream
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Mother by Herman de Coninck
What you do with time
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The Snowfall Is So Silent by Miguel de Unamuno
The snowfall is so silent,
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Lullaby of the Onion by Miguel Hernández
The onion is frost / shut in and poor.
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Little Night Prayer by Péter Kántor
Lord, I'm tired
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Moonlight Monologue for the New Kitten by Péter Kántor
The old kitten is replaced by a new baby kitten
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Untitled [I talk to my inner lover] by Kabir
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
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Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico García Lorca
I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
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City That Does Not Sleep by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
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Nothing But Death by Pablo Neruda
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
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Ancestors by Cesare Pavese
Stunned by the world, I reached an age
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Jangling by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
Money cannot find me
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Monkeys by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
In another jungle the monkeys fret
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Moss Retains Moisture by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
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Outskirts by Tomas Tranströmer
Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch
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After a Death by Tomas Tranströmer
Once there was a shock
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To My Brother Miguel in memoriam by César Vallejo
Brother, today I sit on the brick bench outside the house,
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Black Stone Lying On A White Stone by César Vallejo
I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
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