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The Fountain of Blood by Charles Baudelaire
A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood
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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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Gladdening by Jessie Haas
Feed them some small treat.
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For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back by Marilyn Hacker
August First: it was a year ago
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Morning News by Marilyn Hacker
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
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Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more] by Marilyn Hacker
You did say, need me less and I'll want you more
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Iva's Pantoum by Marilyn Hacker
We pace each other for a long time.
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Coda by Marilyn Hacker
Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not
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Nearly a Valediction by Marilyn Hacker
You happened to me. I was happened to
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Dawn Dreams by Rachel Hadas
Dreams draw near at dawn and then recede
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The Woman I Love by Hafiz
Because the Woman I love lives
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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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Cycle of Sounds by Susan Hahn
Hickory, dickory, dock--
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The Scarlet Ibis, Section VII by Susan Hahn
Once, I got lost
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If the Owl Calls Again by John Haines
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Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines
Slowly, without sun, the day sinks
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Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale
Mary had a little lamb,
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My Father Remembers Blue Zebras by Judy Halebsky
He remembers that he lost his wallet
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Gold by Donald Hall
Pale gold of the walls, gold
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White Apples by Donald Hall
when my father had been dead a week
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The Painted Bed by Donald Hall
Even when I danced erect
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Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall
In October of the year
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Affirmation by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
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The Things by Donald Hall
When I walk in my house I see pictures
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Safe Sex by Donald Hall
If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident
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Tubes by Donald Hall
"Up, down, good, bad," said
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Psalm by Judith Hall
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
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Poem for the Wheat Penny (1909-1958) by Judith Hall
O beautiful
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Aerialist by Victoria Hallerman
Her life is the wire
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Journey's End by Jónas Hallgrímsson
The star of love
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The Escape by Mark Halperin
Amused when she asks, is your wife Jewish? and,
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Daybreak by Daniel Halpern
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Ode on Dictionaries by Barbara Hamby
A-bomb is how it begins with a big bang on page
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Discourse by Forrest Hamer
And I said to him, we are continuous
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The Orchid Flower by Sam Hamill
Just as I wonder
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Inside by Saskia Hamilton
No one to hear but records for the broken player
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The Song in the Dream by Saskia Hamilton
The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible
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An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penitential Cries by Jupitor Hammon
Salvation comes by Christ alone,
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An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley by Jupitor Hammon
O come you pious youth! adore
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White Trees by Nathalie Handal
When the white trees are no longer in sight
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Fallen Apples by Tom Hansen
Wasps at work in the soft
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At Lumen-Empty Monastery, Visiting the Hermitage of Master Jung, My Departed Friend by Meng Hao-jan
The blue-lotus roof standing beside a pond,
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Night on the Great River [three translations] by Meng Hao-jan
Steering my little boat towards a misty islet,
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Mosquito by Myronn Hardy
She visits me when the lights are out,
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The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
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The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy
In a solitude of the sea
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The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
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Hap by Thomas Hardy
If but some vengeful god would call to me
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The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy
"Had he and I but met
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To A Sea-Cliff by Thomas Hardy
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The Glimpse by Thomas Hardy
She sped through the door
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In the Garden by Thomas Hardy
We waited for the sun
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The Voice by Thomas Hardy
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
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The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
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Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy
That night your great guns, unawares,
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Afterwards by Thomas Hardy
When the Present has latched its postern behind my
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The Going by Thomas Hardy
Why did you give no hint that night
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How Great My Grief by Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few
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At the Entering of the New Year by Thomas Hardy
Our songs went up and out the chimney
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The Oxen by Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
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During Wind and Rain by Thomas Hardy
They sing their dearest songs
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The Interloper by Thomas Hardy
There are three folk driving in a quaint old chaise
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At the Piano by Thomas Hardy
A Woman was playing
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Deer Dancer by Joy Harjo
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the
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Equinox by Joy Harjo
I must keep from breaking into the story by force
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Songs for the People by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Let me make the songs for the people,
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Learning to Read by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Very soon the Yankee teachers
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The Slave Mother by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Heard you that shriek? It rose
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Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Make me a grave where'er you will,
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Bible Defence of Slavery by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Take sackcloth of the darkest dye
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American History by Michael S. Harper
Those four black girls blown up
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Shaking the Grass by Janice N. Harrington
Evening, and all my ghosts come back to me
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Things Come On: An Amneoir [my mother lives under the ground] by Joseph Harrington
my mother lives under the ground
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The Discipline of Craft, Easter Morning by Judith Harris
No use going hunting for angels
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Enough by Jeffrey Harrison
It's a gift, this cloudless November morning
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Birds Again by Jim Harrison
A secret came a week ago though I already
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Long Distance II by Tony Harrison
Though my mother was already two years dead
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Her Name was Name by Matt Hart
I had a girl, I named her soap
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Electron Face by Matt Hart
It's true that two hummingbirds singing in the exact same pitch
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Fishmonger by Marsden Hartley
I have taken scales from off
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Fascination by Charles O. Hartman
He buys a glass mask; now under the water he can see
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I May After Leaving You Walk Quickly or Even Run by Matthea Harvey
Rain fell in a post-romantic way
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The Backyard Mermaid by Matthea Harvey
The Backyard Mermaid slumps across the birdbath
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Introduction to the World by Matthea Harvey
For the time being
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The Radio Animals by Matthea Harvey
The radio animals travel in lavender clouds
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Patsy Sees a Ghost by Lola Haskins
I'm crossing the river where it narrows,
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Mary's Duties by Lola Haskins
He is rid away to the tenant farms
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Heroic Simile by Robert Hass
When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai
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The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
They are walking in the woods along the coast
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Raven's Last Dream by Red Hawk
Raven was in a deep sleep
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Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape by Christian Hawkey
At the time of his seeing a hole opened
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Hour with One Hand Inserted in a Time of War by Christian Hawkey
We dug with our hands & hand shovels
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[American Journal] by Robert Hayden
here among them the americans this baffling
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Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
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The Blue Terrance by Terrance Hayes
If you subtract the minor losses
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At Pegasus by Terrance Hayes
They are like those crazy women
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Shafro by Terrance Hayes
Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's
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Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy by Terrance Hayes
Ladies and gentelmen, ghosts and children of the state
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Liner Notes to an Imaginary Playlist by Terrance Hayes
1. The Song is Called Wind Solo, by the Phelonious Monks
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What I Am by Terrance Hayes
Fred Sanford's on at 12
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Shakur by Terrance Hayes
I am coming at you live from the half-way out
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Derrick Poem (The Lost World) by Terrance Hayes
I take my $, buy a pair of very bright kicks for the game
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The Witch Has Told You a Story by Ava Leavell Haymon
You are food
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(some of) The Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary Friend [excerpt] by Dainis Hazners
Carlyle can see
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Bolivia by Gwen Head
I hate the sea. I've always hated water
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A Possum Entering the Argument by Tom Healy
We're talking about when we met, and you say
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Living on Someone Else's Money by Tom Healy
What it means is flowers always on the table
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A Kite for Aibhín by Seamus Heaney
Air from another life and time and place
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In April by James Hearst
This I saw on an April day:
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The Poet of Bray by John Heath-Stubbs
Back in the dear old thirties' days
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The Dover Bitch by Anthony Hecht
So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
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Chorus from Oedipus at Colonos by Anthony Hecht
What is unwisdom but the lusting after
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The Transparent Man by Anthony Hecht
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
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Street Confetti by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Right across Turk Street, south side intersection Hyde
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Angel Saint by Lilah Hegnauer
If I could choose, if it was possible, if I was worthy, if babies homes weren’t crowded
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Constellations by Steven Heighton
After bedtime the child climbed on her dresser
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Epitaph X by Thomas Heise
My birthright I have traded for a petal dress
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Happily [excerpt] by Lyn Hejinian
The manner in which we are present at this time to and fro appears, we come to point of view before us
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Along with Youth by Ernest Hemingway
A porcupine skin
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We'll Go No More a-Roving by William Ernest Henley
We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon
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Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me
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O, Gather Me the Rose by William Ernest Henley
O, gather me the rose, the rose
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The Bus through Jonesboro, Arkansas by Matthew Henriksen
Inanimate intimacy in the plural
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The World by George Herbert
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came
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The Collar by George Herbert
I struck the board, and cry'd, No more,
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Love (III) by George Herbert
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back
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The Pulley by George Herbert
When God at first made man,
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I Would Like to Describe by Zbigniew Herbert
I would like to describe the simplest emotion
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Mosul by David Hernandez
The donkey. The donkey pulling the cart
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Museum Guard by David Hernandez
My condolences to the man dressed
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Lullaby of the Onion by Miguel Hernández
The onion is frost / shut in and poor.
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tomorrow I leave to El Paso, Texas by Juan Felipe Herrera
see my brother-in-law with a styled shirt
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Everyday We Get More Illegal by Juan Felipe Herrera
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To Blossoms by Robert Herrick
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
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To Sylvia, To Wed by Robert Herrick
Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed
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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
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To Anthea Who May Command Him Any Thing by Robert Herrick
Bid me to live, and I will live
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Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dresse
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To Electra by Robert Herrick
I dare not ask to kiss
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Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
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The Argument of His Book by Robert Herrick
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
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Grace For a Child by Robert Herrick
Here, a little child I stand
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Upon Shark by Robert Herrick
Shark, when he goes to any publick feast
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Corinna's Going a-Maying by Robert Herrick
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
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The Hag by Robert Herrick
The Hag is astride
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So If You Love Me by Ruth Herschberger
So if you love me you will tolerant
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The Huron by Ruth Herschberger
I swam the Huron of love, and am not ashamed,
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International Incidents by Robert Hershon
Wang Ping asks if
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It's obvious by Greg Hewett
It's obvious
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Beyond the Pane by Greg Hewett
The frescoed cloister is closed
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Nocturne: Georgia Coast by Daniel Whitehead Hicky
The shrimping boats are late today;
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Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok
A few hours after Des Moines
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In Michael Robins’s class minus one by Bob Hicok
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River
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Epithalamium by Bob Hicok
A bee in the field. The house on the mountain
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Song for the Clatter-Bones by F. R. Higgins
God rest that Jewy woman
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Apocalypse Soliloquy by Scott Hightower
I hope my death is not stolen from me
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My Father by Scott Hightower
was a cowboy
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Some Advice to Those Who Will Serve Time in Prison by Nazim Hikmet
If instead of being hanged by the neck
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On Living by Nazim Hikmet
Living is no laughing matter:
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Things I Didn't Know I Loved by Nazim Hikmet
it's 1962 March 28th
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Ashore by Ernest Hilbert
The harpooned great white shark heaves onto sand
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Star Quilt by Roberta J. Hill
These are notes to lightning in my bedroom.
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Sediments of Santa Monica by Brenda Hillman
A left margin watches the sea floor approach
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String Theory Sutra by Brenda Hillman
There are so many types of
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December Moon by Brenda Hillman
Oak moon, reed moon
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The Eighties by Brenda Hillman
A friend asks,
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Wood's Edge by Brenda Hillman
Infinity lifted
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Air In The Epic by Brenda Hillman
On the under-mothered world in crisis
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The Hour Until We See You by Brenda Hillman
When we part, even for an hour
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Repairwork by Dennis Hinrichsen
They must have bled as they sang,
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Lion and Gin by Dennis Hinrichsen
I pet my father like some big cat a hunter has set on the ground
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Varieties of Flight by Ellen Hinsey
There, in the air--traceless blue--arena of circuits
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Creation by Kendel Hippolyte
For days, weeks at a time, i lose whatever it is
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In Memoriam Paul Celan by Edward Hirsch
Lay these words into the dead man's grave
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Wild Gratitude by Edward Hirsch
Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey
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Lay Back the Darkness by Edward Hirsch
My father in the night shuffling from room to room
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Fall by Edward Hirsch
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
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The Widening Sky by Edward Hirsch
I am so small walking on the beach
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I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic by Edward Hirsch
Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater
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What the Last Evening Will Be Like by Edward Hirsch
You're sitting at a small bay window
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Poets Eleven Poem by Jack Hirschman
Between the page with the heart
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The Happiness by Jack Hirschman
There's a happiness, a joy
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All That's Left by Jack Hirschman
All that's Left
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Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep by Jane Hirshfield
But with the sentence
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Many-Roofed Building in Moonlight by Jane Hirshfield
I found myself
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A Hand by Jane Hirshfield
A hand is not four fingers and a thumb
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This Was Once a Love Poem by Jane Hirshfield
This was once a love poem
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Late Self-Portrait by Rembrandt by Jane Hirshfield
The dog, dead for years, keeps coming back in the dream
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First Light Edging Cirrus by Jane Hirshfield
10^25 molecules
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Dawn by George Hitchcock
Clouds rise from their nests
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Lucky by Tony Hoagland
If you are lucky in this life,
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I Have News for You by Tony Hoagland
There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
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The Change by Tony Hoagland
The season turned like the page of a glossy fashion magazine
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Jet by Tony Hoagland
Sometimes I wish I were still out
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Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet by Tony Hoagland
At this height, Kansas
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In Praise of Their Divorce by Tony Hoagland
And when I heard about the divorce of my friends
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Late Autumn Wasp by James Hoch
One must admire the desperate way
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For the Man with the Erection Lasting More than Four Hours by John Hodgen
He's supposed to call his doctor, but for now he's the May King with his own Maypole
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The Poem by Daniel Hoffman
Arriving at last
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The Center of Attention by Daniel Hoffman
As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads.
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At the Lookout by Daniel Hoffman
They always start with quick and eager strides
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Identities by Daniel Hoffman
One searches roads receding, endlessly receding, receding.
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Handshake Histories by Jeff Hoffman
They're locked together outside a gift shop outside
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i am witness to the threshing of the grain by John Hoffman
i am witness to the threshing of the grain
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The Heron by Linda Hogan
I am always watching
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The Changeling by Cynthia Hogue
Loftur. His name means air,
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The Mad Potter by John Hollander
Now at the turn of the year this coil of clay
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An Old-Fashioned Song by John Hollander
No more walks in the wood:
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5 & 7 & 5 by Anselm Hollo
follow that airplane
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Lost Original by Anselm Hollo
Mr. K said in times of great crudity
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i.m. Hannes Hollo, 1959-1999 by Anselm Hollo
Fought the hungry ghosts here on Earth
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Born Today by Anselm Hollo
is to be one to the one
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J. S. Bach: F# Minor Toccata by Bill Holm
This music weeps, not for sin
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Rondo by Janet Holmes
The noun one keeps batting away
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The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
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The Odyssey, Book XXIII, [The Trunk of the Olive Tree] by Homer
An old trunk of olive
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The Iliad, Book I, Lines 1-15 by Homer
RAGE: / Sing, Goddess, Achilles' rage,
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The Iliad, Book I, [A Friend Consigned to Death] by Homer
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The Iliad, Book I, Lines 1-16 by Homer
Anger be now your song, immortal one,
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The Odyssey, Book I, Lines 1-20 by Homer
SPEAK, MEMORY--
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The Iliad, Book I, Lines 1-14 by Homer
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
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The Iliad, Book XVIII, [The Shield of Achilles] by Homer
Thee, welcome, goddess! what occasion calls
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The Hula Hooper’s Taunt by Cathy Park Hong
I’mma a two-ton spiker hips fast rondeau
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Ontology of Chang and Eng, the Original Siamese Twins by Cathy Park Hong
Chang spoke / Eng paused.
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Year of the Amateur by Cathy Park Hong
Recall the frontier when the business
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Something Whispered in the Shakuhachi by Garrett Hongo
No one knew the secret of my flutes,
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The Legend by Garrett Hongo
In Chicago, it is snowing softly
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Silence by Thomas Hood
There is a silence where hath been no sound
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Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
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Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things--
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The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less
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As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme by Gerard Manley Hopkins
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme
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I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
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God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
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Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Margaret, are you grieving
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Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut
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Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring
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'The child is father to the man.' by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The child is father to the man
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The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Caught this morning morning's minion, king-
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Book 1, Ode 5, [To Pyrrha] by Horace
What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
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Book 4, Ode 1, [To Venus] by Horace
Venus, again thou mov'st a war
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The Slave's Complaint by George Moses Horton
Am I sadly cast aside,
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George Moses Horton, Myself by George Moses Horton
I feel myself in need
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On Summer by George Moses Horton
Esteville begins to burn
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On Hearing of the Intention of a Gentleman to Purchase the Poet's Freedom by George Moses Horton
When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,
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On Liberty and Slavery by George Moses Horton
Alas! and am I born for this,
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Early Affection by George Moses Horton
I lov'd thee from the earliest dawn
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Travelling Against by Karen Houle
Give me the common or the rare, as they roll
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H. Antecessor by Joan Houlihan
All halted elegance, you make a paper wolf for me
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Turn of a Year by Joan Houlihan
This is regret: or a ferret. Snuffling
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A Shropshire Lad XL by A. E. Housman
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Loveliest of Trees by A. E. Housman
Loveliests of trees, the cherry now
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder by A. E. Housman
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder
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A Shropshire Lad, II by A. E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
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To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman
The time you won your town the race
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A Shropshire Lad, XIII by A. E. Housman
When I was one-and-twenty
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A Shropshire Lad, XXXVI by A. E. Housman
White in the moon the long road lies
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Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A. E. Housman
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists
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Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough by A. E. Housman
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
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Like Most Revelations by Richard Howard
It is the movement that incites the form,
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Nikolaus Mardruz to his Master Ferdinand, Count of Tyrol, 1565 by Richard Howard
My Lord recalls Ferrara? How walls
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Unday by Fanny Howe
From no nowhere not near the sea
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Far and Away [excerpt] by Fanny Howe
The rain falls on
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The Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
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What the Angels Left by Marie Howe
At first, the scissors seemed perfectly harmless
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The Moment by Marie Howe
Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
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After the Movie by Marie Howe
My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie
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Part of Eve's Discussion by Marie Howe
It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand
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What the Living Do by Marie Howe
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there
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The Midnight [For here we are here] by Susan Howe
For here we are here
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That This by Susan Howe
Day is a type when visible
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Rückenfigur by Susan Howe
Iseult stands at Tintagel
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Pythagorean Silence [excerpt] by Susan Howe
age of earth and us all chattering
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Saignée by Tung-Hui Hu
They chew on flowers to bring color
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In by Andrew Hudgins
When we first heard from blocks away
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Steppingstone by Andrew Hudgins
Home (from Court Square Fountain
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Day Job and Night Job by Andrew Hudgins
After my night job, I sat in class
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Blur by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
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Medusa by Frieda Hughes
She is the gypsy
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Madam and the Phone Bill by Langston Hughes
You say I O.K.ed
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Po' Boy Blues by Langston Hughes
When I was home de
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Dream Variations by Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
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The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
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Theme for English B by Langston Hughes
The instructor said,
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The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes
I've known rivers:
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Dreams by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
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Madam and Her Madam by Langston Hughes
I worked for a woman,
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Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
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Life is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
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Night Funeral in Harlem by Langston Hughes
Night funeral
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I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
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Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too? by Langston Hughes
Over There, / World War II. / Dear Fellow Americans,
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Glen Uig by Richard Hugo
Believe in this couple this day who come
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Letter by Victor Hugo
You can see it already: chalks and ochers;
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Boaz Asleep by Victor Hugo
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight
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Lost Fugue for Chet by Lynda Hull
A single spot slides the trumpet’s flare then stops
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Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull
In those days I thought their endless thrum
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Ornithology by Lynda Hull
Gone to seed, ailanthus, the poverty
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1933 by Lynda Hull
Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
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Fiat Lux by Lynda Hull
Static from the radio stippled grey as anesthesia dream
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Red Velvet Jacket by Lynda Hull
It's almost Biblical driving this midnight burning highway
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At Thirty by Lynda Hull
Whole years I knew only nights: automats
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The Truth About Northern Lights by Christine Hume
I'm not right. I'm interfered with
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After by T. R. Hummer
After the explosion, no one knew what to do
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Jenny Kiss'd Me by Leigh Hunt
Jenny kiss'd me when we met
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Curse One: The Wraith by Cynthia Huntington
You are a small shape of death crouched among leaves.
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The Question of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Barbara Hurd
A teacher at the chalkboard turns
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Widow by Vénus Khoury-Ghata
The first day after his death
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[Where do words come from?] by Vénus Khoury-Ghata
Where do words come from?
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Visiting Pai-an Pavilion by Hsieh Ling-yun
Beside this dike, I shake off the world's dust,
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Apricots Died Young [excerpt] by Chiao Meng
Apricots died young in blossoms still nipples.
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Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom] by Sappho
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings
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67 by Han Shan
The cold in these mountains is ferocious
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Farewell to Yang, Who's Leaving for Kuo-chou by Wang Wei
Those canyons are too narrow to travel
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