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Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
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Zone by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Death Fugue by Paul Celan
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime
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An Excuse For Not Returning the Visit of a Friend by Mei-Yao Ch'en
Do not be offended because
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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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Why It Often Rains in the Movies by Lawrence Raab
Because so much consequential thinking
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I am Raftery the Poet by Anthony Raftery
I am Raftery the oet
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The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh
If all the world and love were young,
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Into Bad Weather Bounding by Bin Ramke
Colligated points, dust, ultimately a cloud, as in
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Whose Mouth Do I Speak With by Suzanne Rancourt
I can remember my father
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Don’t Let Me Be Lonely [On the bus two women argue] by Claudia Rankine
On the bus two women argue about whether Rudy Giuliani had to kneel
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Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time] by Claudia Rankine
There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died
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A Path Between Houses by Greg Rappleye
The enigma of August.
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A Book Said Dream and I Do by Barbara Ras
There were feathers and the light passed through feathers
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You Can't Have It All by Barbara Ras
But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands
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Hovering at a Low Altitude by Dahlia Ravikovitch
I am not here
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This City by Liam Rector
This apartment with no furniture
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Disgust by Liam Rector
I was well towards the end
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The Remarkable Objectivity of Your Old Friends by Liam Rector
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Hans Reading, Hans Smoking by Liam Rector
My mother, poised around behavior, would say
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Now by Liam Rector
Now I see it: a few years
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Fat Southern Men in Summer Suits by Liam Rector
Fat Southern men in their summer suits
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Old Coat by Liam Rector
Dressed in an old coat I lumber
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Age Moves by Liam Rector
Age moves in the hound
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Burial Practice by Srikanth Reddy
Then the pulse.
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Untitled [Is is] by Srikanth Reddy
Is is
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Untranslatable Song by Claudia Reder
On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
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Gods by Michael Redhill
The gorse-edged trail, the path up through sheep laurel and sedge
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Phases by Michael Redhill
Watching the garden winter under the moon,
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Then by Spencer Reece
I was a full-time house sitter. I had no title
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Homosexuality by Spencer Reece
After my mother and father fight
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The Clerk's Tale by Spencer Reece
I am thirty-three and working in an expensive clothier,
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Ponies by Spencer Reece
I remember the ponies in the distance
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I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra by Ishmael Reed
I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra,
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All Hallows Night by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Two things I did on Hallows Night
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Identity Crisis by F. D. Reeve
He was urged to prepare for success
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He Foretells His Passing by F. D. Reeve
I can imagine, years from now, your coming back
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Bats by Paisley Rekdal
unveil themselves in dark
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My Mojave by Donald Revell
Sha- / Dow,
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Election Year by Donald Revell
A jet of mere phantom
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Virgil Watched Them by Donald Revell
Virgil watched them
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Vietnam Epic Treatment by Donald Revell
It doesn't matter
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Gic to Har by Kenneth Rexroth
It is late at night, cold and damp
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Again, She Tells the First Story by Barbara Jane Reyes
Once, when there was no light, the wind danced with the sea, whose glassy surface
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calles de los dolores y trastorno de tensión postraumática by Barbara Jane Reyes
your methods are unacceptable
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[state of emergency] by Barbara Jane Reyes
To honor movement in crescendos of text
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Fears by Felipe Benitez Reyes
The sensation of being the only guest
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The Idiot by Charles Reznikoff
With green stagnant eyes
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Notes on the Spring Holidays, III, [Hanukkah] by Charles Reznikoff
In a world where each man must be of use
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Romance by Charles Reznikoff
The troopers are riding, are riding by
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Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays by Charles Reznikoff
The solid houses in the mist
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Te Deum by Charles Reznikoff
Not because of victories
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Beggar Woman by Charles Reznikoff
When I was four years old my mother led me to the park
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Tides by Lisa Rhoades
A man on 26th Street sets moon flowers to start
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Submarine Mountains by Cale Young Rice
Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise
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Haunted Seas by Cale Young Rice
A gleaming glassy ocean
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The Immanent God by Cale Young Rice
See your God in the jelly-fish
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Tonight No Poetry Will Serve by Adrienne Rich
Saw you walking barefoot
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Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
First having read the book of myths,
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Eletelephony by Laura Elizabeth Richards
Once there was an elephant
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Letters by Frances Richey
Before he left for combat
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The Return by Frances Richey
What do you say when you've forgotten
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What are the consequences of silence? by Bhanu Kapil Rider
Red Canna, I see you. Edge of. What I saw: a flower blossoming, in slow
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Wall Street at Night by Lola Ridge
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness
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Celia by Lola Ridge
Cherry, cherry
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Sun-Up by Lola Ridge
(Shadows over a cradle
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Coach Losing His Daughter by Jack Ridl
She stares at his players
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Little Orphant Annie by James Whitcomb Riley
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
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Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke
We cannot know his legendary head
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Sonnet 6 by Rainer Maria Rilke
Is he native to this realm? No,
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I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone by Rainer Maria Rilke
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
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A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud
A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party
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Novel by Arthur Rimbaud
No one's serious at seventeen.
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Antique by Arthur Rimbaud
Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned
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The Seekers of Lice by Arthur Rimbaud
When the boy's head, full of raw torment
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Hellish Night by Arthur Rimbaud
I've swallowed a terrific mouthful of poison
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Refugio's Hair by Alberto Ríos
In the old days of our family,
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Teodoro Luna's Two Kisses by Alberto Ríos
Mr. Teodoro Luna in his later years had taken to kissing
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Day of the Refugios by Alberto Ríos
I was born in Nogales, Arizona,
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We Dogs of a Thursday Off by Alberto Ríos
The wine of uncharted days
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The Chair She Sits In by Alberto Ríos
I've heard this thing where, when someone dies
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The Cities Inside Us by Alberto Ríos
We live in secret cities
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About Death and Other Things by Aleksandar Ristovic
How strange will be my death, of which I've been thinking since childhood
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The Moon in Time Lapse by David Rivard
The moon in time lapse sliding over skyline
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God the Broken Lock by David Rivard
I've died enough by now I trust
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Plural Happiness by David Rivard
A curtain bellying like a pregnant cloud, warm white
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the gate by Tadeusz Różewicz
Lasciate ogni speranza
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Here by Ed Roberson
There is nothing concrete to grasp in
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Nolan, by Ed Roberson
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On the Sparrow: No Blame by Ed Roberson
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The Pilaster by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
The church has pieces jutting out
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The Silent Singer by Len Roberts
The girls sang better than the boys,
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driving to Vegas by Kirk Robertson
Tonopah's / the only place
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The Present/ by Lisa Robertson
You step from the bus into a sequencing tool that is moist and carries the scent of quince
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Albatross in Co. Antrim by Robin Robertson
The men would sometimes try to catch one
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Wedding the Locksmith's Daughter by Robin Robertson
The slow-grained slide to embed the blade
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Leavings by Robin Robertson
Still sleepwalking through her life
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Sculptures of Virginia Woolf by Michael Robins
They're sentences in waiting, diagrams
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Miniver Cheevy by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
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Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town
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Mr. Flood's Party by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
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The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson
They are all gone away
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Karma by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Christmas was in the air and all was well
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The Concrete River by Luis J. Rodríguez
We sink into the dust,
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I Am! Said the Lamb [excerpt] by Theodore Roethke
I had a Donkey, that was all right,
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The Storm by Theodore Roethke
Against the stone breakwater,
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Pickle Belt by Theodore Roethke
The fruit rolled by all day.
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Book Loaned to Tom Andrews by Bobby C. Rogers
I'd already found out that one of the secrets to happiness was never loan your
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Nearing Autobiography by Pattiann Rogers
Those are my bones rifted
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Counting What the Cactus Contains by Pattiann Rogers
Elf owl, cactus wren, fruit flies incubating
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In General by Pattiann Rogers
This is about no rain in particular,
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Stone Bird by Pattiann Rogers
I remember you. You're the one
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Poem by Matthew Rohrer
You called, you’re on the train, on Sunday
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The Emperor by Matthew Rohrer
She sends me a text
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will the red hand throw me? by Matthew Rohrer
Though our radiator is painted the color of the walls
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Credo by Matthew Rohrer
I believe there is something else
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Monkeys by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
In another jungle the monkeys fret
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Moss Retains Moisture by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
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Ski Lift to Death! by Matthew Rohrer
It was a basement with its own basement,
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venus waning/apollo waxing his car by Matthew Rohrer
Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone
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Garden of Bees by Matthew Rohrer
The narcissus grows past
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Epithalamium by Matthew Rohrer
In the middle garden is the secret wedding
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Jangling by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
Money cannot find me
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Buddha with a Cell Phone by David Romtvedt
The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside
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Why knowing is (& Matisse's Woman with a Hat) by Martha Ronk
Why knowing is a quality out of fashion and no one can decide to
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Invisibility by Renato Rosaldo
We celebrate their days,
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Mostly Mick Jagger by Catie Rosemurgy
Thank god he stuck his tongue out.
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Winter in Gold River by Catie Rosemurgy
Pretty girl. The weather has knocked her down again
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Gold River Neck Riddle by Catie Rosemurgy
What is red and singing on the inside, gray and moaning on the outside?
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Gold River by Catie Rosemurgy
The arch in the bridge. The moment of architecture
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Miss Peach the Novel by Catie Rosemurgy
Hook: She's back in town
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God by Isaac Rosenberg
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
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Learning to Speak by Liz Rosenberg
She was the quietest thing I'd ever seen
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Trees Need Not Walk the Earth by David Rosenthal
Trees need not walk the earth
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Raw Goods Inventory by Emily Rosko
Oh, clouds that do not look like cherubs, move over
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Mother Ann Tells Lucy What Gave Her Joy by Arra Lynn Ross
A moment of understanding
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Packet by Jamie Ross
A green light that comes
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Monna Innominata [I loved you first] by Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love
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To My Mother by Christina Rossetti
To-day's your natal day
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An Apple Gathering by Christina Rossetti
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
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Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
Morning and evening
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Monna Innominata [I dream of you, to wake] by Christina Rossetti
I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
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Monna Innominata [I wish I could remember] by Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember that first day
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[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome] by Christina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
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Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
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Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
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Holy Innocents by Christina Rossetti
Sleep, little Baby, sleep
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Remember by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
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Clouds by Christina Rossetti
White sheep, white sheep
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A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti
In The bleak mid-winter
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The Thread of Life by Christina Rossetti
The irresponsive silence of the land
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A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
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The Woodspurge by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still
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Autobiography 1997
The First One Hundred by Jerome Rothenberg
Archipelago of the wandering dream
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The Lorca Variations (I)
"Lorca's Spain: A Homage" by Jerome Rothenberg
Beginning with olive trees
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The Chicago Poem by Jerome Rothenberg
the bridges of Chicago
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I Give Up My Identity by Jerome Rothenberg
My name is smaller
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The Case for Memory by Jerome Rothenberg
I was amok & fearless
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Lorca Variation 34
A Book of Hours by Jerome Rothenberg
The green man, more a man
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The Lorca Variations (XXVIII)
"For Turtles" by Jerome Rothenberg
Up there—or down here
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That Dada Strain by Jerome Rothenberg
the zig zag mothers of the gods
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Blake's Babes: A Prophecy by Jerome Rothenberg
infant encoil'd
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Ants and Sharks by Tomasz Rózycki
An ant devours a larva, in accord
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Back Stairwell by Mark Rudman
I've chosen to take the stairs
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Sentimental Education by Mary Ruefle
Ann Galbraith / loves Barry Soyers.
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The Hand by Mary Ruefle
The teacher asks a question
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The Letter by Mary Ruefle
Beloved, men in thick green coats came crunching
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The Daze by Mary Ruefle
It was one of those mornings the earth seemed
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The Poem as Mask by Muriel Rukeyser
When I wrote of the women in their dances and
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The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser
This has nothing
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Elegy in Joy [excerpt] by Muriel Rukeyser
We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer
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Painters by Muriel Rukeyser
In the cave with a long-ago flare
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What Was Told, That by Jalalu'l-din Rumi
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
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Story II. The Oilman and his Parrot by Jalal al-Din Rumi
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Story XI. The Lion who Hunted with the Wolf and the Fox by Jalal al-Din Rumi
A lion took a wolf and a fox with him on a hunting excursion
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MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE DESIGN OF CITIES WILL BE THE DESIGN OF THEIR DECAY by Tessa Rumsey
Where did you grow, before your roots took hold in the garden?
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Blue Tango by Frazier Russell
Say it's the year of their courtship,
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Good Guests by Vern Rutsala
We sit in a room armored by light and surrounded
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Song of the Deathless Voice by Abram Joseph Ryan
'Twas the dusky Hallowe'en
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The Niagara River by Kay Ryan
As though
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Patience by Kay Ryan
Patience is
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Home to Roost by Kay Ryan
The chickens
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Nothing Ventured by Kay Ryan
Nothing exists as a block
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Sharks' Teeth by Kay Ryan
Everything contains some
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Outside by Michael Ryan
The dead thing mashed into the street
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Sex by Michael Ryan
After the earth finally touches the sun
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Reminder by Michael Ryan
Torment by appetite
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Poem at Thirty by Michael Ryan
The rich little kids across the street
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The Past by Michael Ryan
It shows up one summer in a greatcoat
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Her Body Like a Lantern Next to Me by John Rybicki
There's this movie I am watching
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God Went to Beauty School by Cynthia Rylant
He went there to learn how
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Everyone Is Asleep by Enomoto Seifu-jo
Everyone is asleep
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It is the time of rain and snow by Izumi Shikibu
It is the time of rain and snow
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