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Inferno, Canto XIV by Dante Alighieri
Love of that land that was our common source
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Confetti Allegiance: Love Letter to Jim Brodey by CAConrad
Is there a deceased poet who was alive in your lifetime but you never met
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History of Hurricanes by Teresa Cader
Because we cannot know
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A Word From the Fat Lady by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
It isn’t how we look up close
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Rocket Fantastic [excerpt] by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
It's ridiculous what fame
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Graves We Filled Before the Fire by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Some lose children in lonelier ways
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Navigating in the Dark by Erik Campbell
In this mining town in Papua the electricity
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Now Winter Nights Enlarge by Thomas Campion
Now winter nights enlarge
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The Distant Moon by Rafael Campo
Admitted to the hospital again.
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Health by Rafael Campo
While jogging on the treadmill at the gym
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The Empty Quarter by John Canaday
In early spring, here in the Rub 'al Khali,
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Song of Myself by John Canaday
I am a stubborn ox dreaming
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Exotic by John Canaday
Amman sprawls, sun-struck, on seven
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Some Kinds of Fire by Tina Cane
Anna Akhmatova burned
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Butterfly Catcher by Tina Cane
In the Sixties
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Reality Series by Tina Cane
today
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Crannóg by Moya Cannon
Where an ash bush grows in the lake
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The Wooden Trap by Kevin Cantwell
The held cry of a hawk makes Thomas Hardy think
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Gobbo Remembers His Youth by David Cappella
Let me tell you about suffering
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from Erotic Victor Sedatives by Macgregor Card
Among
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Vision from the Blue Plane-Window by Ernesto Cardenal
In the round little window, everything is blue
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Ask me no more by Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows
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The Steel Rippers by Patricia Carlin
That cheapster chopper
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Cement Guitar by Michael Carlson
All morning I've remembered St. Ignacio's bruise,
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House/Boat by Julie Carr
So we shoveled it. Climbed over it. When a boy's loved
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Think Tank [excerpts] by Julie Carr
First: The blinding of the citizens
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Lines of Refusal by Julie Carr
Nothing here, just the sound of the heat, the sound of the cars, nothing, nothing
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A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
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Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyreand gimble in the wabe;
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The Crocodile by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
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The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
The sun was shining on the sea,
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The Cows At Night by Hayden Carruth
The moon was like a full cup tonight
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Of Distress Being Humiliated by the Classical Chinese Poets by Hayden Carruth
Masters, the mock orange is blooming in Syracuse without
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Endnote by Hayden Carruth
The great poems of
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Emergency Haying by Hayden Carruth
Coming home with the last load I ride standing
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Regarding Chainsaws by Hayden Carruth
The first chainsaw I owned was years ago
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Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey by Hayden Carruth
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
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Letter to Denise by Hayden Carruth
Remember when you put on that wig
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Nox [Excerpts] by Anne Carson
gentes, gens gentis, feminine noun
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The Assignation by Ciaran Carson
I think I must have told him my name was Juliette
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Home by Ciaran Carson
hurtling from / the airport down
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Fear by Ciaran Carson
I fear the vast dimensions of eternity.
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Let Us Go Then by Ciaran Carson
through the trip
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The Keeper's Voice by Mike Carson
I felt the sound begin when just a boy
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To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54 by Teresa Carson
That October might have begun
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To Chloe: Who for his sake wished herself younger by William Cartwright
There are two births; the one when light
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No Platonic Love by William Cartwright
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Falsehood by William Cartwright
Still do the stars impart their light
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Goldfish Are Ordinary by Stacie Cassarino
At the pet store on Court Street
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The Bargain by Cyrus Cassells
In the transatlantic fury
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Summer X-Rays by Nina Cassian
Fabulous days
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The Sound of One Immigrant Clapping by Adrian Castro
Let’s say he actually
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To me that man seems like a god in heaven (51) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
To me that man seems like a god in heaven,
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Driven across many nations (101) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Driven across many nations, across many oceans,
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Sparrow, the Special Delight of My Girl by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Sparrow, the special delight of my girl,
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Aurelius & Furius, true comrades (11) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Aurelius & Furius, true comrades,
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Him rival to the gods I place (51) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Him rival to the gods I place,
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By ways remote and distant waters sped (101) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
By ways remote and distant waters sped,
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Let Us Live and Love (5) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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The Afternoon Sun by C. P. Cavafy
This room, how well I know it
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He Asked About the Quality— by C. P. Cavafy
He came out of the office where he was employed
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The Next Table by C. P. Cavafy
He can't be more than twenty-two
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Caesarion by C. P. Cavafy
In part to verify a date
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Remember, Body ... by C. P. Cavafy
Body, remember not only how much you were loved
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Ionian by C. P. Cavafy
Because we smashed their statues
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Since Nine— by C. P. Cavafy
Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed
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Craftsman of Wine Bowls by C. P. Cavafy
On this wine bowl of pure silver
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Of Many Worlds in This World by Margaret Cavendish
Just like as in a nest of boxes round
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The Vampire by Madison Julius Cawein
A lily in a twilight place
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Hands by Siv Cedering
When I fall asleep
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Fugue of Death by Paul Celan
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
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O Little Root of a Dream by Paul Celan
O little root of a dream
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Death Fugue by Paul Celan
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime
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Potentially Interesting & Secretly Devastating by Tina Brown Celona
is never to give away your secrets
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View #45 by Thomas Centolella
I dreamt half my life was spent
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Drunken Winter by Joseph Ceravolo
Oak oak! like like
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Ho Ho Ho Caribou by Joseph Ceravolo
Leaped at the caribou
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Once More, with Feeling by Luis Cernuda
From our old friendship
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Desolation of the Chimera by Luis Cernuda
The whole day's heat, distilled
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Musical Instrument by Luis Cernuda
If the Arab musician
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Birds in the Night by Luis Cernuda
The French--or was it the English?--government placed a plaque
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Freeway 280 by Lorna Dee Cervantes
Las casitas near the gray cannery,
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Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire
At the end of daybreak. . .
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The Woman and the Flame by Aimé Césaire
A bit of light that descends the springhead of a gaze
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An Excuse For Not Returning the Visit of a Friend by Mei-Yao Ch'en
Do not be offended because
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To the Tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" by Li Ch'ing-chao
When night comes, / I am so flushed with wine,
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Jerimoth Hill by Tom Chandler
You will not recognize any bald knob of granite
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Again a Solstice by Jennifer Chang
It is not good to think
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The Skin's Broken Aria by Jennifer Chang
I cross the street
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Pastoral by Jennifer Chang
Something in the field is
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Sonogram by Jennifer Chang
Dark matter, are you
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Duality by Tina Chang
Perhaps I hold people to impossible ideals
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Evolution of Danger by Tina Chang
I'm the one in the back of the bar, drinking cachaça
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Celestial by Tina Chang
When everything was accounted for
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Infinite and Plausible by Tina Chang
It is the smallest idea born in the interior will
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Fireflies by Fred Chappell
The children race now here by the ivied fence
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To. . . by Rene Char
You have been my love for so many years,
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Jam by Karen Chase
Our love is not the short
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Canterbury Tales, The Nun's Priest's Tale [Excerpt] by Geoffrey Chaucer
This Chanticleer stood high upon his toes
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To Rosemounde by Geoffrey Chaucer
Ma dame, ye ben of al beaute shryne
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The Love Unfeigned by Geoffrey Chaucer
O Yonge fresshe folkes, he or she
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Canterbury Tales, Wife of Bath's Prologue [Excerpt] by Geoffrey Chaucer
But now, sire,—lat me se—what I shal seyn
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Canterbury Tales, General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
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Merciles Beaute by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your yën two wol sle me sodenly
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An ABC (The Prayer of Our Lady) by Geoffrey Chaucer
Almighty and al merciable queene
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Canterbury Tales, The Knight's Tale, Book I [Excerpt] by Geoffrey Chaucer
In days of old there lived, of mighty fame
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Simulacra by Ching-In Chen
It's not that the rains have rolled back
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Brief Lives [excerpt] by Ken Chen
Love, accepting that we are not pure and lucent hearts, ricocheting towards
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My Father and My Mother Decide My Future, and How Could We Forget Wang Wei? by Ken Chen
The suitcase open on the bed
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Snowman by Gu Cheng
I built a snowman
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Miss Congeniality by Maxine Chernoff
Even as an embryo, she made room for "the other guy." Slick and
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[without a listener] by Maxine Chernoff
a voice speaks
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Sappho in Her Study by Kelly Cherry
The files in the filing cabinet
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Thread by Dan Chiasson
I lack the rigor of a lightning bolt
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Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child
Over the river, and through the wood
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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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Mirrors by Tada Chimako
The mirror is always slightly taller than I
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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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How I Got That Name by Marilyn Chin
I am Marilyn Mei Ling Chin
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One Child Has Brown Eyes by Marilyn Chin
One child has brown eyes, one has blue
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Basement Barber by Michael Chitwood
Here were said the words men say
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Untitled [1950 June 27] by Don Mee Choi
1950 June 27: my father heard the sound of the engine of a North Korean fighter plane
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alphabet [excerpt] by Inger Christensen
cicadas exist; chicory, chromium
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I, Up they soar by Inger Christensen
I / Up they soar, the planet's butterflies,
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My Pentagon by Heather Christle
It was the military
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Lake Como by Nicholas Christopher
The searchlight of a February moon
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Page 22 / oh lucky me by Frances Chung
oh lucky me
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Page 65 / Riding the subway is an adventure by Frances Chung
Riding the subway is an adventure
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the great american yellow poem by Frances Chung
she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
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Untitled [Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese] by Frances Chung
Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese
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Birthplace by Michael Cirelli
Deep in the Boogie Down—
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Easter Morning by Amy Clampitt
a stone at dawn
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The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews by Amy Clampitt
An ingenuity too astonishing
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Exmoor by Amy Clampitt
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac-
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A Silence by Amy Clampitt
past parentage or gender
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Beach Glass by Amy Clampitt
While you walk the water's edge,
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Nothing Stays Put by Amy Clampitt
The strange and wonderful are too much with us.
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On the Disadvantages of Central Heating by Amy Clampitt
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod
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Salvage by Amy Clampitt
Daily the cortege of crumpled
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A Hermit Thrush by Amy Clampitt
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day,
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A Hedge of Rubber Trees by Amy Clampitt
The West Village by then was changing; before long
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Syrinx by Amy Clampitt
Like the foghorn that's all lung,
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Vacant Lot with Pokeweed by Amy Clampitt
Tufts, follicles, grubstake
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Fog by Amy Clampitt
A vagueness comes over everything,
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I Am! by John Clare
I am! yet what I am none cares or knows
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Haymaking by John Clare
'Tis haytime and the red-complexioned sun
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The Old Year by John Clare
The Old Year's gone away
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Farewell by John Clare
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
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Summer Images by John Clare
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned
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Missing Is a Stimulant by Jeff Clark
a circuit, bled memory
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The Ghost Has No Home by Jeff Clark
This morning in an alleyway I was startled by a face
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Parallel Paths by Kevin Clark
Today you're lucky, in love with your wife
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Hazard Response by Tom Clark
As in that grey exurban wasteland in Gatsby
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Untitled [Into the land of youth] by Killarney Clary
Into the land of youth, westward, to the place of starting again,
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Not to Mention Love: A Heart for Patricia by David Clewell
Not one more figure of speech, I promise,
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cutting greens by Lucille Clifton
curling them around
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wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton
i wish them cramps.
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sorrows by Lucille Clifton
who would believe them winged
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my dream about being white by Lucille Clifton
hey music and me only white
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it was a dream by Lucille Clifton
in which my greater self
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miss rosie by Lucille Clifton
when I watch you
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blessing the boats by Lucille Clifton
may the tide
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sisters by Lucille Clifton
me and you be sisters...
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the lost women by Lucille Clifton
i need to know their names
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Ceriserie by Joshua Clover
Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out
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The map room by Joshua Clover
We moved into a house with 6 rooms: the Bedroom,
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The Pleasures of Fear by Judith Ortiz Cofer
We played a hiding game
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A Newborn Girl at Passover by Nan Cohen
Consider one apricot in a basket of them.
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Song of the Trees by Mary Colborne-Veel
We are the Trees
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Olympia by Henri Cole
Tired, hungry, hot, I climbed the steep slope
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To Sleep by Henri Cole
Then out of the darkness leapt a bare hand
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Poppies by Henri Cole
Waking from comalike sleep, I saw the poppies
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Green Shade by Henri Cole
With my head on his spotted back
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Oil & Steel by Henri Cole
My father lived in a dirty dish mausoleum
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Beach Walk by Henri Cole
I found a baby shark on the beach
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Gravity and Center by Henri Cole
I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say
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Homosexuality by Henri Cole
First I saw the round bill, like a bud
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Cherry Blossom Storm by Henri Cole
Draping my body in the usual sterile manner
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We Address by Norma Cole
I was born in a city between colored wrappers
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Improvisation on Lines by Isaac the Blind by Peter Cole
Only by sucking, not by knowing
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The Ghazal of What Hurt by Peter Cole
Pain froze you, for years—and fear—leaving scars
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American Sonnet (35) by Wanda Coleman
boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. This
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Mastectomy by Wanda Coleman
the fall of
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In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever by Wanda Coleman
we were never caught
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American Sonnet (10) by Wanda Coleman
our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row
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Bedtime Story by Wanda Coleman
bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room
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Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge
Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No
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The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I have walked a great while over the snow
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Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost performs its secret ministry
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Ne Plus Ultra by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sole Positive of Night!
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Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
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Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient mariner
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Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove
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Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
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What Is an Epigram? by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole
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Christabel [excerpt] by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Beneath the lamp the lady bowed
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This Lime Tree Bower My Prison by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
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The Garden Year by Sara Coleridge
January brings the snow
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Birds Appearing In A Dream by Michael Collier
One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi
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Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
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The First Night by Billy Collins
Before I opened you, Jiménez
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Some Days by Billy Collins
Some days I put the people in their places at the table
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Workshop by Billy Collins
I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title
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Litany by Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife
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Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
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The Golden Years by Billy Collins
All I do these drawn-out days
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Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
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The Good Gray Wolf by Martha Collins
Wanted that red, wanted everything tucked inside
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[white paper #28] by Martha Collins
could get a credit card loan car
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Borrowed Dress by Cathy Colman
He left the room, assured of his immortality--
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Back in Seaside by Shanna Compton
Rain interchangeable with
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Aftermath by Tony Connor
Slumped in a prickly armchair
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Elegy for Alfred Hubbard by Tony Connor
Hubbard is dead, the old plumber
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The Summer House by Tony Connor
The Danube glitters and toils
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It Was The Beginning Of Joy And The End Of Pain by Gillian Conoley
The sewing machine had a sort of genius
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The Patient by Gillian Conoley
I am patient. That is my mineral fact.
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The Thanksgivings by Harriet Maxwell Converse
We who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise him
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in the ruins by Mark Conway
we drank in the remains
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Compendium of Lost Objects by Nicole Cooley
Not the butterfly wing, the semiprecious stones
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NIGHTMORNINGSKY by Peter Cooley
I'd like to see the tree as it once stood
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Rent by Jane Cooper
If you want my apartment, sleep in it
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Seventeen Questions About KING KONG by Jane Cooper
Is it a myth? And if so, what does it tell us about ourselves?
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Clementene by Jane Cooper
I always thought she was white, I thought she was an Indian
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The Blue Anchor by Jane Cooper
The future weighs down on me
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What the Seer Said by Jane Cooper
She said I would see the future
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Postcard from Searsburg by Wyn Cooper
What was it you wanted he calls out the door
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Chaos is the New Calm by Wyn Cooper
Chaos is the new calm
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Thumping by William Corbett
Fisherman's arm
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Severance Songs, 2.1 by Joshua Corey
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Cognitive Deficit Market by Joshua Corey
She has forgotten what she forgot
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A Note on Absence by Martin Corless-Smith
The story over having wished it otherwise
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Seeing All the Vermeers by Alfred Corn
Met Museum, 1965, the first
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The Bridge, Palm Sunday, 1973 by Alfred Corn
The bridge was a huge sentence diagram
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Naskeag by Alfred Corn
Once a day the rocks, with little warning—
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Lighthouse by Alfred Corn
Pilot at the helm of a hidden
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Promised Land Valley, June '73 by Alfred Corn
The lake at nightfall is less a lake
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The Three Times by Alfred Corn
The first will no doubt begin with morning's
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Restoration by Mary Cornish
Everyone knew the water would rise
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Jazz Fan Looks Back by Jayne Cortez
I crisscrossed with Monk
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Talking About New Orleans by Jayne Cortez
Talking about New Orleans
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An Inventory of an Elaborate Pile of Garbage at 2nd Ave. and 2nd St. on June 1, 2000 by Brenda Coultas
Blackened tea kettle like one I have at home, couch with living man,
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At Shark Reef Sanctuary by Eva Alice Counsell
Only seagulls surround us
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Cut Off the Ears of Winter by Peter Covino
Cut off the ears of winter
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Water-Lily by Abraham Cowley
D'ye slight me, 'cause a bog my Belly feeds
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The Request by Abraham Cowley
I've often wish'd to love; what shall I do
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Written in Juice of Lemon by Abraham Cowley
Whilst what I write I do not see
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Lettuce by Abraham Cowley
Some think your commendation you deserve
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The Heart Breaking by Abraham Cowley
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke
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The Castaway by William Cowper
Obscurest night involved the sky
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Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion by William Cowper
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
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The Task, Book II, A Time-Piece [excerpt] by William Cowper
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness
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Olney Hymns, I, [Walking with God] by William Cowper
Oh! for a closer walk with God
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Olney Hymns, IX [The Contrite Heart] by William Cowper
The Lord will happiness divine
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The Snail by William Cowper
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall
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Olney Hymns, XLVIII [Joy and Peace in Believing] by William Cowper
Sometimes a light surprises
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Olney Hymns, XXXII [The Shining Light] by William Cowper
My former hopes are fled
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The Task, Book I, The Sofa [excerpt] by William Cowper
Peace to the artist, whose ingenious thought
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Epitaph on a Hare by William Cowper
Though duly from my hand he took
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Natural Causes by Mark Cox
Because my son saw the round hay bales--
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The Lady of the Manor [Next died the Lady] by George Crabbe
Next died the Lady who yon Hall possessed
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To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
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My Grandma's Love Letters by Hart Crane
There are no stars tonight
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At Melville's Tomb by Hart Crane
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
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Chaplinesque by Hart Crane
We make our meek adjustments,
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Voyages II by Hart Crane
--And yet this great wink of eternity,
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War Is Kind [excerpt] by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
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The impact of a dollar upon the heart by Stephen Crane
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
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Amaze by Adelaide Crapsey
I know
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The Guarded Wound by Adelaide Crapsey
If it
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The Sun-Dial by Adelaide Crapsey
Every day
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November Night by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen
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Triad by Adelaide Crapsey
These be
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To the Dead in the Grave-Yard Under My Window by Adelaide Crapsey
How can you lie so still? All day I watch
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But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light by Richard Crashaw
The world's light shines, shine as it will
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Footfalls by Sharon Creech
Thump-thump, thump-thump
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America by Robert Creeley
America, you ode for reality!
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A Wicker Basket by Robert Creeley
Comes the time when it's later
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Age by Robert Creeley
Most explicit--
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Water Music by Robert Creeley
The words are a beautiful music.
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Kore by Robert Creeley
As I was walking
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A Poem by Robert Creeley
If the water forms
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To market, to market by Nina Crews
To market, / to market
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War and Hell, XVI [I am a great inventor] by Ernest Crosby
I am a great inventor, did you but know it
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The Uses of Distortion by Caroline Crumpacker
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[Girl] [Eyes] [Foreigner] by Caroline Crumpacker
A circle of young: vicious
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Final Performance by Cynthia Cruz
I crawl along the wet floor
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Vigo Martin by Victor Hernández Cruz
In a city that now floats
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Latin & Soul by Victor Hernández Cruz
some waves
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The Lower East Side of Manhattan by Victor Hernández Cruz
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Problems with Hurricanes by Victor Hernández Cruz
A campesino looked at the air
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Side 19 by Victor Hernandez Cruz
The Empire State Building / Is on 63rd Street
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August Evening by Sandor Csoori
See, a hand sweeps stars
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Monument by Brian Culhane
Of that year I remember the soft gauzy
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Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child by Darcy Cummings
One summer afternoon, I learned by body
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Chansons Innocentes: I by E. E. Cummings
in Just-
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the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls by E. E. Cummings
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
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r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r by E. E. Cummings
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
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why must itself up every of a park by E. E. Cummings
why must itself up every of a park
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maggie and milly and molly and may by E. E. Cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
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i sing of Olaf glad and big by E. E. Cummings
i sing of Olaf glad and big
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Buffalo Bill 's by E. E. Cummings
Buffalo Bill 's
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
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anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
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my father moved through dooms of love by E. E. Cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
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Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
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9. by E. E. Cummings
there are so many tictoc
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Freud by James Cummins
Come to think of it, I never speak of Mom
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Lupine Ridge by Peggy Simson Curry
Long after we are gone,
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No Place Like Home by Stephen Cushman
My ocean's the one bad weather blows out to.
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The Midnight Court [Twas my custom to stroll] by Brian Merriman
Twas my custom to stroll by a clear winding stream
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Sonnet 102 [If no love is, O God, what fele I so?] by Petrarch
If no love is, O God, what fele I so
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