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Detail of Paradise by Jean Gallagher Particularity evidently survives in paradise
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Red Poppy by Tess Gallagher That linkage of warnings sent a tremor through June
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Little Match Box by Tess Gallagher And if there were two moons
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In the Little Book of Guesses by John Gallaher I’ll make you up from out
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Hummer by Brendan Galvin A few feet away in fuchsia
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Post-Modernism by James Galvin A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped
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To the Republic by James Galvin Past
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Art Class by James Galvin Let us begin with a simple line
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Dear Miss Emily by James Galvin Dear Miss Emily
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Station by James Galvin Somewhere between a bird's nest and a solar system - whom did
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Two Horses and a Dog by James Galvin Without external reference,
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Village of Pulleys and Locomotion by Rachel Galvin I trail my suitcase along the platform
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Toro by Sarah Gambito I'm looking for the good robin of everlasting sewing
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The Good Provider by Sarah Gambito The best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact
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The Ark Upon His Shoulders by Forrest Gander My husband did all this. We used to live
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Eye Against Eye [excerpt] by Forrest Gander As if nothing were wrong egrets dip-feed in near shore channels
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Autumn by Richard Garcia Both lying on our sides, making love in
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On the Mississippi by Hamlin Garland Through wild and tangled forests
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The One God Is Mysterious by Frank X. Gaspar The king and his queen are feasting.
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Three Airs for the Beggar’s Opera, Air XXII by John Gay Youth's the season made for joys
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The Dream of the Just by Dana Gelinas Next to the fourteen excellent reasons
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Questions In The Mind Of A Poet While She Washes Her Floors by Elena Georgiou Will obedience leave me unknown to myself, stranded?
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The Rain Poured Down by Dan Gerber My mother weeping
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Hymn to the Neck by Amy Gerstler Tamed by starched collars or looped by the noose,
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Deer, 6:00 AM by Sarah Getty The deer--neck not birch trunk, eyes
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Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart by Sarah Getty sits with a small smile, watching
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That Woman by Sarah Getty Look! A flash of orange along the river's edge--
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The Wash by Sarah Getty A round white troll with a black, greasy
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Presbyopia by Sarah Getty Old eyes, but wiser, says the Greek. You lose sight of guide-
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Orion by Susan Gevirtz What you make on Orion
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Magdalena Remembering by Maureen Gibbon When I was young my body was money
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In cold spring air by Reginald Gibbons In cold
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The Black Bite by Becky Gould Gibson Take your salves candles
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Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word 'Save' by Dobby Gibson If you have seen the snow
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Autumn Grasses by Margaret Gibson In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass
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Tear It Down by Jack Gilbert We find out the heart only by dismantling what
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Going There by Jack Gilbert Of course it was a disaster
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Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew
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Dung Beetle by Doreen Gildroy Be kind to me, a mess. I represent
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The Anti-Suffragists by Charlotte Perkins Gilman Fashionable women in luxurious homes
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A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
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Kaddish, Part I by Allen Ginsberg Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
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Howl, Parts I & II by Allen Ginsberg I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
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Words by Dana Gioia The world does not need words. It articulates itself
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An Unemployed Machinist by John Giorno An unemployed
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Quilts by Nikki Giovanni Like a fading piece of cloth
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My First Memory (of Librarians) by Nikki Giovanni This is my first memory
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Possum Crossing by Nikki Giovanni Backing out the driveway
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Consider the Hands that Write This Letter by Aracelis Girmay Consider the hands
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It Was Raining In Delft by Peter Gizzi A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick.
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Chateau If by Peter Gizzi f love if then if now if the flowers of if the conditional
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Bolshevescent by Peter Gizzi You stand far from the crowd, adjacent to power
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Wherein space is constructed that matter may reside in. . . by Michele Glazer The weather forecast that snow would fall from the sky.
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Boabdil's Eviction by Eugene Gloria All his life he struggled at how to ask
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October (section I) by Louise Glück Is it winter again, is it cold again,
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The Red Poppy by Louise Glück The great thing
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Vespers by Louise Glück In your extended absence, you permit me
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A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück When Hades decided he loved this girl
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Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück In the first version, Persephone...
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The Myth of Innocence by Louise Glück One summer she goes into the field as usual
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The Reading Club by Patricia Goedicke Is dead serious about this one, having rehearsed it for two weeks
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Counting by Douglas Goetsch I'd walk close to buildings counting
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Such a Good Dancer by Douglas Goetsch Desperate to be part of the night,
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Conversion by Lise Goett All day, we loitered at the throat of the penny arcade
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Shawl by Albert Goldbarth Eight hours by bus, and night
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Units by Albert Goldbarth This is the pain you could fit in a tea ball
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Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth sleep, little beansprout
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27,000 Miles by Albert Goldbarth These two asleep . . . so indrawn and compact
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The Sciences Sing a Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
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Back by Beckian Fritz Goldberg The god of the back
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Death in the Afternoon by Ángel González Of the hundreds of deaths that inhabit me
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Tiny Clay Doll with No Arms by Ray Gonzalez Given to me by my sister as a gift,
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Gretel by Henrietta Goodman In one version, the witch wins
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Wave by Joanna Goodman Tell the truth: no key appeared in your mouth,
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Séance at Tennis by Dana Goodyear I play with an old boyfriend, to tease you out
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An exact comprehension of the composer’s intent by Noah Eli Gordon Cloudless sky, a tendril root, a chord begun
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Jaywalking the Is: "First Dream" [excerpt] by Noah Eli Gordon To say sleep works by accumulation is to disregard the
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Yourself the Sun by Arthur Gorges Yourself the sun, and I the melting frost
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Memorandum by Durs Grünbein Everything continues much as before, especially the war
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Prayer by Jorie Graham Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
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San Sepolcro by Jorie Graham In this blue light
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Just Before by Jorie Graham At some point in the day, as such, there was a pool. Of
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Nearing Dawn by Jorie Graham Sunbreak. The sky opens its magazine. If you look hard
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Embodies by Jorie Graham Deep autumn; the mistake occurs, the plum tree blossoms, twelve
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Spoken From the Hedgerows by Jorie Graham To bring back a time and place
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The Shivering Beggar by Robert Graves Near Clapham village, where fields began
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Babylon by Robert Graves The child alone a poet is
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The Caterpillar by Robert Graves Under this loop of honeysuckle
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Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
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Ode on the death of a favorite cat by Thomas Gray Twas on a lofty vase's side
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Honey by Arielle Greenberg I am three months out and six to go
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Harriet Tubman by Eloise Greenfield Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff
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In the Land of Words by Eloise Greenfield In the land
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Schema by Richard Greenfield In the field of traumas come the base savannas-crosshairs tighten
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The Spirit of the Staircase by Lavinia Greenlaw In our game of flight, half-way down
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Bicameral by Linda Gregerson Choose any angle you like, she said
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Narrow Flame by Linda Gregerson Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.
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Now I Understand by Linda Gregg Something was pouring out. Filling the field
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The Wind and the Other Moon by Robert Gregory A drift of torn cloud, daylight
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Things I Found and Left Where They Were by Robert Gregory A slow summer morning
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Untitled [Back they sputter] by Eamon Grennan Back they sputter like the fires of love, the bees to their broken home
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Detail by Eamon Grennan I was watching a robin fly after a finch—the smaller
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Cold Morning by Eamon Grennan Through an accidental crack in the curtain
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Sonnet 100 by Lord Brooke Fulke Greville In night when colors all to black are cast
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Weather Eye Open by Sarah Gridley Besides the toss and drag of shells are you shown no proof
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The Miner's Family by Yosl Grinshpan Once she was a beauty
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Flood by Eliza Griswold I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps
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The Family Photograph by Vona Groarke In the window of the drawing-room
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Milton by David Groff Not the poet—though yes,
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White Sales by Allen Grossman The Bus stops uptown
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One Petition Lofted into the Ginkos by Gabriel Gudding For the train-wrecked, the puck-struck,
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The Past by Barbara Guest The form of the poem subsided, it enters another poem
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Echoes by Barbara Guest Once more riding down to Venice on borrowed horses
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Sound and Structure by Barbara Guest On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet
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The Blue Stairs by Barbara Guest There is no fear
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On the Persistence of the Letter as a Form by Paul Guest Dear murderous world, dear gawking heart,
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My Grandmother's White Cat by Maurice Kilwein Guevara When fiber-optic, sky blue hair became the fashion, my father began the
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I Hardly Remember by Rafael Guillén I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you
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The Man with Night Sweats by Thom Gunn I wake up cold, I who
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Black Jackets by Thom Gunn In the silence that prolongs the span
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Aurora [excerpt] by Pura López-Colomé This world.
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Fons by Pura López-Colomé Reanimated, spirit restored,
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