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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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Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire
At the end of daybreak. . .
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The Gardenia by Cornelius Eady
The trouble is, you can never take
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I'm A Fool To Love You by Cornelius Eady
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
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One Side of the World by Gwen Ebert
The creatures
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Murray Dreaming by Stephen Edgar
It's not the sharks
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Of Memory and Distance by Russell Edson
It’s a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will
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The Life of Man by Russell Edson
For breakfast a man must break an egg
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The Choir Invisible by George Eliot
O May I join the choir invisible
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The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I
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Hysteria by T. S. Eliot
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it
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Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
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Morning at the Window by T. S. Eliot
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens
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Cousin Nancy by T.S. Eliot
Miss Nancy Ellicott
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Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock
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Outside Abilene by Harley Elliott
the full rage of kansas
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Sticks by Thomas Sayers Ellis
My father was an enormous man
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inside gertrude stein by Lynn Emanuel
Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked
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The Politics of Narrative: Why I Am A Poet by Lynn Emanuel
Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's
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Item: by Lynn Emanuel
I strolled through the neighborhood of beautiful houses
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Inventing Father In Las Vegas by Lynn Emanuel
If I could see nothing but the smoke
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The Burial by Lynn Emanuel
After I've goosed up the fire in the stove with Starter Logg
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Homage to Sharon Stone by Lynn Emanuel
It's early morning. This is the
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Dream In Which I Meet Myself by Lynn Emanuel
Even the butter's a block of sleazy light. I see that first
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Bone by Claudia Emerson
It was first dark when the plow turned it up.
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Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood
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Days by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
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Water by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The water understands
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The Sphinx by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Sphinx is drowsy,
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Song of Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
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Brahma by Ralph Waldo Emerson
If the red slayer think he slays
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Fable by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel
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A Nation's Strength by Ralph Waldo Emerson
What makes a nation's pillars high
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The Problem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like a church; I like a cowl;
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The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
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Heading Home by Daniel Mark Epstein
I watched the miles, I saw my life go by,
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The Libraries Didn't Burn by Elaine Equi
despite books kindled in electronic flames
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National Poetry Month by Elaine Equi
When a poem / speaks by itself,
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Bent Orbit by Elaine Equi
I wind my way across a black donut hole
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Dot by Clayton Eshleman
Unicellular sac pressed
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Notes on a Visit to Le Tuc D'Audoubert by Clayton Eshleman
bundled by Tuc's tight jagged
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Silence Raving by Clayton Eshleman
Patters, paters, Apollo globes, sound
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Placements I: "The New Wilderness" by Clayton Eshleman
Anguish, a door, Le Portel, the body bent over jagged rock,
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Niggerlips by Martín Espada
Niggerlips was the high school name
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Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks by Martín Espada
In 1898, with the infantry from Illinois
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Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100 by Martín Espada
Alabanza. Praise the cook with the shaven head
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The Trouble Ball [excerpt] by Martín Espada
In 1941, my father saw his first big league ballgame at Ebbets Field
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Rhapsody by Angie Estes
No one says it
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Apostrophe by Angie Estes
How many in a field
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Gloss by Angie Estes
My mother said that Uncle Fred had a purple
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In Praise of Scribble by Orlando González Esteva
Scribbles are the lianas of the forest of our selves
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Chronicle of the Rain by Rafael Pérez Estrada
One of her nipples was red, tepid, carnal; the other, blue, looked
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Henry Lichenwalner: Living in the Middle by Dave Etter
Here in Alliance, Illinois,
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Amo Amas Amat by Bernardine Evaristo
Who do you love? Who do you love,
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On the Terrace by Landis Everson
The lonely breakfast table starts the day
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At the Playground, Singing for Psychiatric Outpatients by Peter Everwine
The bright-faced children have gone home,
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The Phoenix by Hafiz
My phoenix long ago secured
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See How the Roses Burn! by Hafiz
See how the roses burn
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Unity by Pablo Neruda
There is something dense, united, settled in the depths
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Dregs by César Vallejo
This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I
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LXI by César Vallejo
Tonight I get down from my horse
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Weary Rings by César Vallejo
There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear
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XIII by César Vallejo
I think about your sex
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