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Book 4, Ode 1, [To Venus] by Horace
Venus, again thou mov'st a war
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New Year's Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson
Only a night from old to new
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January by Helen Hunt Jackson
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire
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Summer Rice by Linda Susan Jackson
They're up to their necks in fever and floodplains, clear-
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Designer Kisses by Major Jackson
I'm glum about your sportive flesh in the empire of blab
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Skylab by Rolf Jacobsen
We've come so far, thought the astronaut
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Churst Apollo by Joyce James
Think on it!
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Striding the Bones of the Coastal Range by Joyce James
Hiking of solitary again, gaited steady.
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Mummy of a Lady Named Jemutesonekh
XXI Dynasty by Thomas James
My body holds its shape. The genius is intact
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The Wishing Tree by Kathleen Jamie
I stand neither in the wilderness
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The Sandman by Margaret Thomson Janvier
The rosy clouds float overhead
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Spell for Encanto Creek by Mark Jarman
Tall blades of tufted grasses, keep on flowing
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Dispatches from Devereux Slough by Mark Jarman
Highwayman of the air, coal-headed, darting
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Ground Swell by Mark Jarman
Is nothing real but when I was fifteen,
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Jeffers by Mark Jarman
To raise a stump of rock into a tower, rolling a stone
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The Supremes by Mark Jarman
In Ball's Market after surfing till noon,
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My Parents Have Come Home Laughing by Mark Jarman
My parents have come home laughing
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If I Were Paul by Mark Jarman
Consider how you were made.
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Transfiguration by Mark Jarman
They were talking to him about resurrection, about law,
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The Black Riviera by Mark Jarman
There they are again. It's after dark.
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Descriptions of Heaven and Hell by Mark Jarman
The wave breaks
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After Catullus by Lisa Jarnot
In the beginning
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Brooklyn Anchorage by Lisa Jarnot
and at noon I will fall in love
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Eighth Air Force by Randall Jarrell
If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
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A Man Meets a Woman in the Street by Randall Jarrell
Under the separated leaves of shade
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Well Water by Randall Jarrell
What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
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Next Day by Randall Jarrell
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,
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The Woman at the Washington Zoo by Randall Jarrell
The saris go by me from the embassies.
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The Saddest by Eugen Jebeleanu
The saddest poem
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Muse, a Lady Cautioning by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
There's fairness in changing blood for septet's
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Portrait of Dido Elizabeth Belle Lindsay, Great-Niece of Lord Mansfield, and Her Cousin, Lady Elizabeth Murray, c. 1779 (by unknown artist) by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
Dido moves quickly
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Carmel Point by Robinson Jeffers
The extraordinary patience of things!
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Rock and Hawk by Robinson Jeffers
Here is a symbol in which
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Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers
When the sun shouts and people abound
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The Rising of the Ashes [Before] by Tahar Ben Jelloun
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Poem In Which Words Have Been Left Out by Charles Jensen
You have the right to remain
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Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past by Laura Jensen
Heavy snowfall in a year gone past
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Yes, it can be admitted now by Kathleen Jesme
Yes, it can be admitted now: she had a secret once
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Inheritance by Daniel Johnson
We drank hard water
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Heat by Denis Johnson
Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
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The White Fires of Venus by Denis Johnson
We mourn this senseless planet of regret
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Surreptitious Kissing by Denis Johnson
I want to say that
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Old Black Men by Georgia Douglas Johnson
They have dreamed as young men dream
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The Heart of a Woman by Georgia Douglas Johnson
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn
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Black Woman by Georgia Douglas Johnson
Don’t knock at the door, little child
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I Want to Die While You Love Me by Georgia Douglas Johnson
I want to die while you love me
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Mother Night by James Weldon Johnson
Eternities before the first-born day
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The White Witch by James Weldon Johnson
O brothers mine, take care! Take care
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Listen, Lord: A Prayer by James Weldon Johnson
O Lord, we come this morning
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The Creation by James Weldon Johnson
And God stepped out on space,
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O Black and Unknown Bards by James Weldon Johnson
O black and unknown bards of long ago
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Go Down, Death by James Weldon Johnson
Weep not, weep not,
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Lift Every Voice and Sing by James Weldon Johnson
Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
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Parker's Mountain by Kate Knapp Johnson
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summer
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Ode on My Episiotomy by Kimberly Johnson
Forget pearls, lace-edged kerchiefs, roomy pleats
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How it comes to pass by Megan Johnson
See here little faltering one
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One of the Monkeys by Nicholas Johnson
I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing
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Just Listen by Peter Johnson
I sit by the window and watch a great mythological bird
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Aubade by Devin Johnston
A vacant hour
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Fixed Interval by Devin Johnston
When he turns fifteen, you'll be fifty-four
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On The Origins Of Things by Troy Jollimore
Everyone knows that the moon started out
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Weather by Hettie Jones
My folder of poems
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The Teacher by Hilarie Jones
I was twenty-six the first time I held
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Jim by Patricia Spears Jones
You looked Texas today
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Rest. by Richard Jones
It's so late I could cut my lights
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Cherries in the Snow by Richard Jones
My mother never appeared in public
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The Language of Love by Rodney Jones
It has taken thirty-five years to be this confident
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Song to Celia by Ben Jonson
Drinke to me, onely, with thine eys
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On My First Son by Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
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Third Charm from Masque of Queens by Ben Jonson
The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad
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On Poet-Ape by Ben Jonson
Poor Poet-Ape, that would be thought our chief,
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His Excuse for Loving by Ben Jonson
Let it not your wonder move,
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A Hymn on the Nativity of My Savior by Ben Jonson
I sing the birth was born tonight
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An Ode to Himself by Ben Jonson
Where dost thou careless lie
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Epigrams: On my First Son by Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy
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My Picture Left in Scotland by Ben Jonson
I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
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Einstein Defining Special Relativity by A. Van Jordan
1: a theory that is based on two postulates
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Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) by A. Van Jordan
Because a razor cuts across a frame of film
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Prologue by Judy Jordan
In winter’s spider-eyed light
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Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow by Judy Jordan
In the moon-fade and the sun’s puppy breath,
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The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one by June Jordan
well I wanted to braid my hair
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Altars of Light by Pierre Joris
If the light is the soul
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Spine to Spin, Spoke to Speak by Andrew Joron
The pilot alone knows
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Boreal by Andrew Joron
Across the stiffening pond, your steps
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Sand Nigger by Lawrence Joseph
In the house in Detroit
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Stones in the Air by Anna Journey
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Ecce Puer by James Joyce
Of the dark past
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Ulysses [excerpt] by James Joyce
and Gibraltar as a girl
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I Hear an Army by James Joyce
I hear an army charging upon the land
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The Dead [excerpt] by James Joyce
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A Memory Of the Players In a Mirror at Midnight by James Joyce
They mouth love's language. Gnash
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The Seventh (A hetedik) by Attila József
If you set out in this world
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Ode to a Dressmaker's Dummy by Donald Justice
O my coy darling, still
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