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1939 by Marjorie Agosín
She knew how to seduce her destiny,
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I Belong There by Mahmoud Darwish
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
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Dialect of a Skirt by Erica Miriam Fabri
The young girl wanted a new voice. After all, people got
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Battle of Will & Exhaustion, Mother & Child by Jenny Factor
Two knights surrounded by dinosaurs
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On the Waterfront by B. H. Fairchild
Flashlight in hand, I stand just inside the door
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Blackout by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Since our lights were extinguished
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Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Be near me now
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Bangladesh II by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is how my sorrow became visible
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When Autumn Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is the way that autumn came to the trees
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You Tell Us What to Do by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
When we launched life
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Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Before you came
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Baudelaire's Ablutions by Roger Fanning
Baudelaire, dead broke, nonetheless allowed himself
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Quotidian Poem by Patricia Fargnoli
When I heard the bombing
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Dependants by Paul Farley
How good we are for each other, walking through
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People in the Wind by Margot Farrington
Inside the wood stove the smith steadies
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La Vie C'est La Vie by Jessie Redmon Fauset
On summer afternoons I sit
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Dead Fires by Jessie Redmon Fauset
If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing
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Beating his lead by Hans Faverey
Beating his lead with the blunt
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Lunch With the Sole Survivor by Kenneth Fearing
Meaning what it seems to when the day's receipts are
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My Century by Alan Feldman
The year I was born the atomic bomb went off
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Episode by Irving Feldman
Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house.
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Souvenir by Beth Ann Fennelly
Though we vacationed in a castle, though I
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The Kudzu Chronicles - Oxford, Mississippi [excerpt] by Beth Ann Fennelly
Kudzu sallies into the gully
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To the Oracle at Delphi by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Great Oracle, why are you staring at me,
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Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you through the flames] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am signaling you through the flames
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The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The changing light at San Francisco
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Americus, Book I [excerpt] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
To summarize the past by theft and
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Rime Riche by Monica Ferrell
You need me like ice needs the mountain
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The Soldier by David Ferry
Saturday afternoon. The barracks is almost empty.
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That Evening at Dinner by David Ferry
By the last few times we saw her it was clear
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Curse of the Cat Woman by Edward Field
It sometimes happens
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The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree
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The Duel by Eugene Field
The gingham dog and the calico cat
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
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Japanese Lullaby by Eugene Field
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings
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Intensities of Emphasis and Wonder by Farrah Field
The sleeping one is erect and mumbles
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ARNICA / ABSOLUTION / AMBIEN by Miranda Field
No mortal ever learns to go to sleep definitively
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Parting [/Beachfront/] by Thalia Field
sand's infinitely solid, infinitely wide
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Riding In by Elliot Figman
raven hair
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Gulf War and Child: A Curse by Annie Finch
He is sleeping, his fingers curled,
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Wild Yeasts by Annie Finch
Rumbling a way up my dough's heavy throat to its head,
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Landing Under Water, I See Roots by Annie Finch
All the things we hide in water
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The History of Silk by Gary Fincke
In seventh grade, when we were alone for
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Orkney Interior by Ian Hamilton Finlay
Doing what the moon says, he shifts his chair
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Left by Nikky Finney
The woman with cheerleading legs
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Paraphrases by Roy Fisher
Dear Mr Fisher I am writing
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from "A Hemingway Reader": The Sun Also Also Rises by Robert Fitterman
I am very much impressed by that
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National Laureate by Robert Fitterman
Eagle and egret, woodcock and teal, all birds
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from This Window Makes Me Feel by Robert Fitterman
This window makes me feel like I'm protected
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The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám [excerpt] by Edward Fitzgerald
Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight
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Bone & Silence by Gerald Fleming
A long time passes—long even in the understanding of stone
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Wooing Song by Giles Fletcher
Love is the blossom where there blows
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All Souls' Night, 1917 by Hortense King Flexner
You heap the logs and try to fill
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Early Cutting by Roland Flint
When they take the winter wheat at home
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forgetting something by Nick Flynn
Try this—close / your eyes. No, wait, when—if—we see each other
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Swarm by Nick Flynn
When you see us swarm — rustle of
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Father Outside by Nick Flynn and Josh Neufeld
A black river flows down the center
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Dead Center by Rachel Contreni Flynn
August in Indiana
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Yellow Bowl by Rachel Contreni Flynn
If light pours like water
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What Was Given by Richard Foerster
What was given came without
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Artichoke by Richard Foerster
For all the bother, it’s the peeling away
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The Man Who Never Heard of Frank Sinatra by Aaron Fogel
The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
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The Riddle of Flat Circles [excerpt] by Aaron Fogel
The Romans got their circling powers
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Shore Counter by Aaron Fogel
Friendless, with an intimation of islands
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People by Aaron Fogel
The word has been spelled
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The Goat by Aaron Fogel
If you are a goat, do you believe
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Speech Alone by Jean Follain
It happens that one pronounces
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The Good Moolly Cow [excerpt] by Eliza Lee Follen
Come! supper is ready
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Homing by Calvin Forbes
The water's wonderful there
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Sequestered Writing by Carolyn Forché
Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.
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[I Failed Him and He Failed Me] by Katie Ford
I failed him and he failed me
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Colosseum by Katie Ford
I stared at the ruin, the powder of the dead
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Koi by Katie Ford
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Breaking Across Us Now by Katie Ford
I began to see things in parts again
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Twenty Twenty Vision by Mark Ford
Unwinding in a cavernous bodega he suddenly
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Psalm by Terri Ford
The Lord is my Arctic, my tube
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Panty Raid by Terri Ford
It is 1974 and out the institutional open windows
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The Calf-Path by Sam Foss
One day through the primeval wood
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How Everything Was in the End Resolved in California by Charles Foster
it / wasn't
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Everybody Loves Eric Dolphy by Sarah Fox
Father glues the hippo back
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The Path by Emily Fragos
There is so little to go on: a pale
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How to Get Riches by Benjamin Franklin
In Things of moment, on thy self depend
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The Busy-Man's Picture by Benjamin Franklin
Business, thou Plague and Pleasure of my Life
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A Political Litany by Philip Freneau
From a junto that labour with absolute power
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Occasioned by General Washington's Arrival in Philadelphia, On His Way to His Residence in Virginia by Philip Freneau
The great, unequal conflict past
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The Wild Honeysuckle by Philip Freneau
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow
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American Liberty by Philip Freneau
Once more Bellona, forc'd upon the stage
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This Deepening Takes Place Again by Emily Kendal Frey
What if everything
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Seven Years by Daisy Fried
These cold days when the insane sky's clear, heat poofs away be
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The Part of the Bee's Body Embedded in the Flesh by Carol Frost
The bee-boy, merops apiaster, on sultry thundery days
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Telling by Elisabeth Frost
They keep telling me why I do what I do
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Home Burial by Robert Frost
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
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The Pasture by Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring
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An Old Man's Winter Night by Robert Frost
All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him
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The Death of the Hired Man by Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
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Bond and Free by Robert Frost
Love has earth to which she clings
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"Out, Out—" by Robert Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
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Directive by Robert Frost
Back out of all this now too much for us
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For Once, Then, Something by Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
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Mowing by Robert Frost
There was never a sound beside the wood but one
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Blueberries by Robert Frost
You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
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Design by Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
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Birches by Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
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To Earthward by Robert Frost
Love at the lips was touch
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The Sound of the Trees by Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees
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Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night
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Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
The way a crow
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Christmas Trees by Robert Frost
The city had withdrawn into itself
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A Line-storm Song by Robert Frost
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift
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After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
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Carpe Diem by Robert Frost
Age saw two quiet children
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Going for Water by Robert Frost
The well was dry beside the door
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October by Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild
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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
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Mending Wall by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
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Trigger Guard by Joanna Fuhrman
Everyone I ever loved is
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Architecture Moraine by Joanna Fuhrman
A woman builds a house out of birds' cries and cries
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About Face by Alice Fulton
Because life's too short to blush,
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The Women Who Clean Fish by Erica Funkhouser
The women who clean fish are all named Rose
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Tenderness by Erica Funkhouser
Last night the animals
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Vision by Erica Funkhouser
With age
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The Guitar by Federico García Lorca
The weeping of the guitar
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First Georgic [excerpt] by Virgil
When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin
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