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Voyage to Cythera by Charles Baudelaire Free as a bird and joyfully my heart
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Spleen by Charles Baudelaire February, peeved at Paris, pours
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The Fountain of Blood by Charles Baudelaire A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood
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Gladdening by Jessie Haas Feed them some small treat.
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Iva's Pantoum by Marilyn Hacker We pace each other for a long time.
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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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Nearly a Valediction by Marilyn Hacker You happened to me. I was happened to
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Coda by Marilyn Hacker Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not
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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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The Phoenix by Hafiz My phoenix long ago secured
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The Woman I Love by Hafiz Because the Woman I love lives
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See How the Roses Burn! by Hafiz See how the roses burn
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The Scarlet Ibis, Section VII by Susan Hahn Once, I got lost
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Cycle of Sounds by Susan Hahn Hickory, dickory, dock--
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If the Owl Calls Again by John Haines
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Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale Mary had a little lamb,
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Tubes by Donald Hall "Up, down, good, bad," said
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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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Gold by Donald Hall Pale gold of the walls, gold
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Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall In October of the year
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The Painted Bed by Donald Hall Even when I danced erect
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White Apples by Donald Hall when my father had been dead a week
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Affirmation by Donald Hall To grow old is to lose everything.
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Poem for the Wheat Penny (1909-1958) by Judith Hall O beautiful
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Psalm by Judith Hall Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
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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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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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Work by Saskia Hamilton You were hired by the tools in the box and set to work.
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An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley by Jupitor Hammon O come you pious youth! adore
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An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penetential Cries by Jupitor Hammon Salvation comes by Christ alone,
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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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At the Entering of the New Year by Thomas Hardy Our songs went up and out the chimney
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The Going by Thomas Hardy Why did you give no hint that night
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Afterwards by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my
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Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy That night your great guns, unawares,
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The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate
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The Voice by Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
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During Wind and Rain by Thomas Hardy They sing their dearest songs
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Hap by Thomas Hardy If but some vengeful god would call to me
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The Oxen by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
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The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
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The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy In a solitude of the sea
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The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
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How Great My Grief by Thomas Hardy How great my grief, my joys how few
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The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy "Had he and I but met
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Equinox by Joy Harjo I must keep from breaking into the story by force
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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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Learning to Read by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Very soon the Yankee teachers
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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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The Slave Mother by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Heard you that shriek? It rose
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Bible Defence of Slavery by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Take sackcloth of the darkest dye
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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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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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The Discipline of Craft, Easter Morning by Judith Harris No use going hunting for angels
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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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Fascination by Charles O. Hartman He buys a glass mask; now under the water he can see
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Strawberry on the Drawbridge by Matthea Harvey I tried eating one there on the bridge’s fault line
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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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Introduction to the World by Matthea Harvey For the time being
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Mary's Duties by Lola Haskins He is rid away to the tenant farms
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Patsy Sees a Ghost by Lola Haskins I'm crossing the river where it narrows,
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Heroic Simile by Robert Hass When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai
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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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Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early
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[American Journal] by Robert Hayden here among them the americans this baffling
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Shafro by Terrance Hayes Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's
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At Pegasus by Terrance Hayes They are like those crazy women
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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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What I Am by Terrance Hayes Fred Sanford's on at 12
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The Blue Terrance by Terrance Hayes If you subtract the minor losses
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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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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 Transparent Man by Anthony Hecht I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
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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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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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O, Gather Me the Rose by William Ernest Henley O, gather me the rose, the rose
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The World by George Herbert Love built a stately house, where Fortune came
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The Pulley by George Herbert When God at first made man,
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Love (III) by George Herbert Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back
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The Collar by George Herbert I struck the board, and cry'd, No more,
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I Would Like to Describe by Zbigniew Herbert I would like to describe the simplest emotion
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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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Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick Whenas in silks my Julia goes
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To Blossoms by Robert Herrick Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
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Upon Shark by Robert Herrick Shark, when he goes to any publick feast
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The Hag by Robert Herrick The Hag is astride
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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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Grace For a Child by Robert Herrick Here, a little child I stand
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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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To Electra by Robert Herrick I dare not ask to kiss
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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 Sylvia, To Wed by Robert Herrick Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed
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Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick A sweet disorder in the dresse
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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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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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Song for the Clatter-Bones by F. R. Higgins God rest that Jewy woman
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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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Things I Didn't Know I Loved by Nazim Hikmet it's 1962 March 28th
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On Living by Nazim Hikmet Living is no laughing matter:
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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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Air In The Epic by Brenda Hillman On the under-mothered world in crisis
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Wood's Edge by Brenda Hillman Infinity lifted
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String Theory Sutra by Brenda Hillman There are so many types of
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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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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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In Memoriam Paul Celan by Edward Hirsch Lay these words into the dead man's grave
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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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Lay Back the Darkness by Edward Hirsch My father in the night shuffling from room to room
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Wild Gratitude by Edward Hirsch Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey
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All That's Left by Jack Hirschman All that's Left
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The Happiness by Jack Hirschman There's a happiness, a joy
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Poets Eleven Poem by Jack Hirschman Between the page with the heart
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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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This Was Once a Love Poem by Jane Hirshfield This was once a love poem
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A Hand by Jane Hirshfield A hand is not four fingers and a thumb
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Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep by Jane Hirshfield But with the sentence
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Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet by Tony Hoagland At this height, Kansas
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Jet by Tony Hoagland Sometimes I wish I were still out
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Lucky by Tony Hoagland If you are lucky in this life,
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Late Autumn Wasp by James Hoch One must admire the desperate way
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Identities by Daniel Hoffman One searches roads receding, endlessly receding, receding.
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At the Lookout by Daniel Hoffman They always start with quick and eager strides
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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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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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Lost Original by Anselm Hollo Mr. K said in times of great crudity
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5 & 7 & 5 by Anselm Hollo follow that airplane
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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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The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
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The Iliad, Book I, Lines 1-15 by Homer RAGE: / Sing, Goddess, Achilles' rage,
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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 XVIII, [The Shield of Achilles] by Homer Thee, welcome, goddess! what occasion calls
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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 Odyssey, Book I, Lines 1-20 by Homer SPEAK, MEMORY--
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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 Iliad, Book I, [A Friend Consigned to Death] by Homer
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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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The Legend by Garrett Hongo In Chicago, it is snowing softly
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Something Whispered in the Shakuhachi by Garrett Hongo No one knew the secret of my flutes,
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Silence by Thomas Hood There is a silence where hath been no sound
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Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things--
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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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God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
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Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut
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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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The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins Caught this morning morning's minion, king-
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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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Spring and Fall: To a young child by Gerard Manley Hopkins Margaret, are you grieving
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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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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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George Moses Horton, Myself by George Moses Horton I feel myself in need
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The Slave's Complaint by George Moses Horton Am I sadly cast aside,
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Early Affection by George Moses Horton I lov'd thee from the earliest dawn
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On Liberty and Slavery by George Moses Horton Alas! and am I born for this,
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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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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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To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman The time you won your town the race
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A Shropshire Lad, II by A. E. Housman Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
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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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A Shropshire Lad XL by A. E. Housman
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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, XXXVI by A. E. Housman White in the moon the long road lies
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Loveliest of Trees by A. E. Housman Loveliests of trees, the cherry now
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A Shropshire Lad, XIII by A. E. Housman When I was one-and-twenty
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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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Far and Away [excerpt] by Fanny Howe The rain falls on
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Unday by Fanny Howe From no nowhere not near the sea
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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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After the Movie by Marie Howe My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie
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Pythagorean Silence [excerpt] by Susan Howe age of earth and us all chattering
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Rückenfigur by Susan Howe Iseult stands at Tintagel
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The Midnight [For here we are here] by Susan Howe For here we are here
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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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Blur by Andrew Hudgins Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
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Day Job and Night Job by Andrew Hudgins After my night job, I sat in class
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Medusa by Frieda Hughes She is the gypsy
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Dreams by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams
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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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The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes I've known rivers:
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Theme for English B by Langston Hughes The instructor said,
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The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
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Dream Variations by Langston Hughes To fling my arms wide
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Po' Boy Blues by Langston Hughes When I was home de
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Madam and the Phone Bill by Langston Hughes You say I O.K.ed
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I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes I, too, sing America.
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Night Funeral in Harlem by Langston Hughes Night funeral
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Life is Fine by Langston Hughes I went down to the river,
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Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes Let America be America again.
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Madam and Her Madam by Langston Hughes I worked for a woman,
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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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Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull In those days I thought their endless thrum
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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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At Thirty by Lynda Hull Whole years I knew only nights: automats
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Red Velvet Jacket by Lynda Hull It's almost Biblical driving this midnight burning highway
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Fiat Lux by Lynda Hull Static from the radio stippled grey as anesthesia dream
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1933 by Lynda Hull Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
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Ornithology by Lynda Hull Gone to seed, ailanthus, the poverty
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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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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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[Where do words come from?] by Vénus Khoury-Ghata Where do words come from?
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Widow by Vénus Khoury-Ghata The first day after his death
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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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