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In Memory of M. B. by Anna Akhmatova
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
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Lot's Wife by Anna Akhmatova
And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
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Untitled [I talk to my inner lover] by Kabir
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
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Terzanelle: Manzanar Riot by Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan
This is a poem with missing details
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Humananimal [Feral children are fatty] by Bhanu Kapil
Feral children are fatty, complex and rigid
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Sinners Welcome by Mary Karr
I opened up my shirt to show this man
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A Family History by Julia Kasdorf
At dusk the girl who will become my mom
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First Gestures by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
Among the first we learn is good-bye,
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Mennonites by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
We keep our quilts in closets and do not dance
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Kitchen Song by Laura Kasischke
The white bowls in the orderly
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Unfinished Poem by Shirley Kaufman
We live on a holy mountain
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This Living Hand by John Keats
This living hand, now warm and capable
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When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
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The Human Seasons by John Keats
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
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To Autumn by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
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To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles by John Keats
Haydon! Forgive me, that I cannot speak
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Bright Star by John Keats
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
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Lamia [Left to herself] by John Keats
Left to herself, the serpent now began
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone by John Keats
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone
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On the Grasshopper and the Cricket by John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead:
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The Eve of St. Agnes, XXIII, [Out went the taper as she hurried in] by John Keats
Out went the taper as she hurried in
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Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
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Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever] by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
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Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
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On Seeing the Elgin Marbles by John Keats
My spirit is too weak—mortality
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On First Looking into Chapman's Homer by John Keats
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold
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I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love by John Keats
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love
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To Fanny by John Keats
Physician Nature! let my spirit blood
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Untitled [Drunken boaters who land] by W.B. Keckler
Drunken boaters who land there all summer with candles
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Maybe He’s Grateful but Get Out of His Way by Deborah Keenan
The Siberian tiger leaps from the back of the truck
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Authority [excerpt] by George Keithley
Behind bejeweled fingers
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The Visitation by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
God sends his tasks
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Rome by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
I saw once, in a rose garden, a remarkable statue
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Song by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a tree.
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The Leaving by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
My father said I could not do it,
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The Satyr's Heart by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest,
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Orpheus by Robert Kelly
Orpheus can never look back at the real woman
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Prefix: Finding the measure by Robert Kelly
Finding the measure is finding the mantram
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Science by Robert Kelly
Science explains nothing
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To Her Body, Against Time by Robert Kelly
Long over, what's on the tree
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Looking by Robert Kelly
Once when I read the funnies
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Flood by Miyazawa Kenji
Under the malicious glints of the clouds
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Illumination: Mary Pearson's Recipe Book, 1755 by Sarah Kennedy
And what was there to do in the hours
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A Pot of Tea by Richard Kenney
Loose leaves in a metal ball
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What Came to Me by Jane Kenyon
I took the last
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Dutch Interiors by Jane Kenyon
Christ has been done to death
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The Suitor by Jane Kenyon
We lie back to back. Curtains
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Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon
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Having it Out with Melancholy by Jane Kenyon
When I was born, you waited
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Notes from the Other Side by Jane Kenyon
I divested myself of despair
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At the Public Market Museum: Charleston, South Carolina by Jane Kenyon
A volunteer, a Daughter of the Confederacy,
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Happiness by Jane Kenyon
There’s just no accounting for happiness
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Twilight: After Haying by Jane Kenyon
Yes, long shadows go out
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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
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View from Outside by David Keplinger
He didn’t want the EKG. He didn’t want
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Blue Plate by Jesse Lee Kercheval
After the porno theater became a revival house,
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One Flower by Jack Kerouac
One flower
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In Vain by Jack Kerouac
The stars in the sky
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The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
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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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Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
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Monologue for an Onion by Suji Kwock Kim
I don't mean to make you cry.
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My Psychic by James Kimbrell
has a giant hand
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Making the Bed by Burt Kimmelman
Summer country. In the morning the leaves
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The Bear by Galway Kinnell
In late winter
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Saint Francis and the Sow by Galway Kinnell
The bud
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After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell
For I can snore like a bullhorn
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Why Regret? by Galway Kinnell
Didn't you like the way the ants help
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Redneck Refutation by John Kinsella
I didn’t connect regardless
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Drowsing over The Arabian Nights by Thomas Kinsella
I nodded. The books agree
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A Walk Along the Old Tracks by Robert Kinsley
When I was young they had already been
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If— by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
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Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
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The Conundrum of the Workshops by Rudyard Kipling
When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold
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The Vampire by Rudyard Kipling
A fool there was and he made his prayer
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Mother o' Mine by Rudyard Kipling
If I were hanged on the highest hill
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Untitled [You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old] by Rudyard Kipling
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old
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Tomlinson by Rudyard Kipling
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square
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Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
You may talk o' gin an' beer
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The Little Sisters of the Sacred Heart by David Kirby
I'm bouncing across the Scottish heath in a rented Morris Minor
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Now that no one looking by Adam Kirsch
Now that no one looking at the night
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Parent's Pantoum by Carolyn Kizer
Where did these enormous children come from,
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On a Line from Valéry (The Gulf War) by Carolyn Kizer
The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares
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Iowa by Robbie Klein
It never completely gets dark on those back roads.
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The Strange Hours Travelers Keep by August Kleinzahler
The markets never rest
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Meat by August Kleinzahler
How much meat moves
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Green Sees Things in Waves by August Kleinzahler
Green first thing each day sees waves—
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The Idea of Ancestry by Etheridge Knight
Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black
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Hard Rock Returns to Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane by Etheridge Knight
Hard Rock / was / "known not to take no shit
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His Heart by Caroline Knox
His heart keeps him awake while he's asleep
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Line Poem by Caroline Knox
Long jetty, long shell-racked jetty, cracked warped planks
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Talking to Patrizia by Kenneth Koch
Patrizia doesn't want to
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One Train May Hide Another by Kenneth Koch
In a poem, one line may hide another line,
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He Dreams of Falling by Ruth Ellen Kocher
At the table in patio seating,
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I am Like a Desert Owl, an Owl Among the Ruins by Noelle Kocot
The alpha You. The omega You
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While Writing by Noelle Kocot
Someone inside says, "Get busy."
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The Peace That So Lovingly Descends by Noelle Kocot
"You" have transformed into "my loss"
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Sally's Hair by John Koethe
It's like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
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A Perfume by John Koethe
There were mice, and even
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Hackett Avenue by John Koethe
I used to like connections:
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Believing in Iron by Yusef Komunyakaa
The hills my brothers & I created
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Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa
My black face fades,
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The Whistle by Yusef Komunyakaa
The seven o'clock whistle
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Jasmine by Yusef Komunyakaa
I sit beside two women, kitty-corner
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Silverswords by Juliet S. Kono
At cold daybreak
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Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser
The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun
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A Happy Birthday by Ted Kooser
This evening, I sat by an
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Flying at Night by Ted Kooser
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations
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Untitled [Each time I go outside] by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
Each time I go outside
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Dishwater by Ted Kooser
Slap of the screen door, flat knock
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Little Gold Canoe by Douglas Korb
A little gold canoe rows across
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The Last Evening by Steven Kronen
And night and the large wheels turning
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Woodchucks by Maxine Kumin
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right.
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Looking Back in My Eighty-First Year by Maxine Kumin
Instead of marrying the day after graduation
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Jack by Maxine Kumin
How pleasant the yellow butter
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Purgatory by Maxine Kumin
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua,
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In the Park by Maxine Kumin
You have forty-nine days between
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The Hermit Goes Up Attic by Maxine Kumin
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest
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The Layers by Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives
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An Old Cracked Tune by Stanley Kunitz
My name is Solomon Levi
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The Portrait by Stanley Kunitz
My mother never forgave my father
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The Abduction by Stanley Kunitz
Some things I do not profess
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The Testing-Tree by Stanley Kunitz
On my way home from school
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Write About a Radish. . . by Karla Kuskin
Write about a radish
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Reading Novalis in Montana by Melissa Kwasny
The dirt road is frozen. I hear the geese first in my lungs
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September by Joanne Kyger
The grasses are light brown
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Ballade [The goat scratches so much it can't sleep] by François Villon
The goat scratches so much it can't sleep
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Ballade [I die of thirst beside the fountain] by François Villon
I die of thirst beside the fountain
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