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Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it--it's the only
To the Tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" by Li Ch'ing-chao
When night comes, / I am so flushed with wine,
Souvenir of the Ancient World by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
Sonnets on Love XIII by Jean de Sponde
"Give me a place to stand," Archimedes said,
It is Night, in My Study by Miguel de Unamuno
It is night, in my study.
Identity of Images by Robert Desnos
I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
Night on the Great River [three translations] by Meng Hao-jan
Steering my little boat towards a misty islet,
Sonnet 6 by Rainer Maria Rilke
Is he native to this realm? No,
Above the Fire by Peter Sacks
Above the fire a man floats in a boat.
The Fifth Dream: Bullets and Deserts and Borders by Benjamin Alire Saenz
A man is walking toward me
Teenage Caveman
Or, A B-Class Movie Containing History by Jerome Sala
The old law has served us well for a long time
Young Cops by Tomaz Salamun
All young cops have soft
in the silence the young indian orderly danaught by Dennis Sampson
shaves you, changes your blood-stained sheets
Beneath Speech by Mary Ann Samyn
She lay very still
Ballad by Sonia Sanchez
forgive me if i laugh
Chicago by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
I am the People, the Mob by Carl Sandburg
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio by Carl Sandburg
It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes.
Solitude by Stephen Sandy
Cretan farmers still press their olives. Swallow
Parking Lot by Stephen Sandy
Hard to believe the racket geese make, squabbling,
Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom] by Sappho
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings
The Anactoria Poem by Sappho
Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
The Anactoria Poem by Sappho
Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen
[In my eyes he matches the gods] by Sappho
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
[Like the very gods] by Sappho
Like the very gods in my sight is he who
Something New Under the Sun by Steve Scafidi
It would have to shine. And burn. And be
Pietà by Steve Scafidi
Before she is turned away
A Sock Is a Pocket for Your Toes [excerpt] by Elizabeth Garton Scanlon
A sock is a pocket for your toes,
Tenantry by George Scarbrough
Always in transit
The Nursing Home by E. M. Schorb
There are more women than / men in the nursing home and
Leadbelly by E. M. Schorb
Leadbelly, grim with your Cajun accordian,
Copperheads by E. M. Schorb
Vanish these walls, vanish this wealth, with visionary eyes that see
Steps by Grace Schulman
"And down and down and down,"
Apples by Grace Schulman
Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella
The Silence by Philip Schultz
You always called late and drunk,
Grandma Climbs by Philip Schultz
Grandma climbs a chair to yell at God for killing
Leaves by Lloyd Schwartz
Every October it becomes important, no, necessary
Six Words by Lloyd Schwartz
A True Poem by Lloyd Schwartz
Bodyweight by Matthew Schwartz
My crutches felt heavier than I was
Lullaby of an Infant Chief by Sir Walter Scott
O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI, [My Native Land] by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead
Patriotism by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Coronach by Sir Walter Scott
He is gone on the mountain
Three American Women and a German Bayonet by Winfield Townley Scott
Outweighing all, heavy out of the souvenir bundle
I Have a Rendezvous with Death by Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
Thinking of Warsaw by Hugh Seidman
Simpler to throw a rock at an historical tank than to sift the rubble
I'll Try to Tell You What I Know by Martha Serpas
Sometimes it's so hot the thistle bends
The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
The Passing of the Year by Robert W. Service
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit
Survivor by Vijay Seshadri
We hold it against you that you survived.
Letter from a Haunted Room by Lisa Sewell
Dear K., there's a mosquito stain
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
Her Kind by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton
Gone, I say and walk from church,
Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
Public Transportation by Elaine Sexton
She is perfectly ordinary, a cashmere scarf
Culture by Aharon Shabtai
The mark of Cain won't sprout
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29) by William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14) by William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
Venus and Adonis [But, lo! from forth a copse] by William Shakespeare
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I [Round about the cauldron go] by William Shakespeare
Round about the cauldron go
Three Songs by William Shakespeare
Come unto these yellow sands,
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55) by William Shakespeare
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame (Sonnet 129) by William Shakespeare
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage] by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage
When I consider every thing that grows (Sonnet 15) by William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [Blow, blow, thou winter wind] by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73) by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
They that have power to hurt and will do none (Sonnet 94) by William Shakespeare
They that have power to hurt and will do none
When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy
Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116) by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97) by William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III [O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?] by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
Hamlet, Act I, Scene I [Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes] by William Shakespeare
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
King Lear, Act III, Scene II [Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!] by William Shakespeare
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98) by William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Macbeth, Act I, Scene II [The merciless Macdonwald] by William Shakespeare
The merciless Macdonwald
67 by Han Shan
The cold in these mountains is ferocious
My Father Is a Retired Magician by Ntozake Shange
my father is a retired magician
Crossings by Ravi Shankar
Between forest and field, a threshold
Sunday by Angela Shannon
It could have been the way the Southern man
Sleet by Alan Shapiro
What was it like before the doctor got there?
The Haunting by Alan Shapiro
It may not be the ghostly ballet
Just by Alan Shapiro
after the downpour, in the early evening
New York Notes by Harvey Shapiro
Caught on a side street / in heavy traffic, I said
Nights by Harvey Shapiro
Drunk and weeping. It's another night
Me in Paradise by Brenda Shaughnessy
Oh, to be ready for it, unfucked, ever-fucked
I'm Over the Moon by Brenda Shaughnessy
I don't like what the moon is supposed to do
Why is the Color of Snow? by Brenda Shaughnessy
Let's ask a poet with no way of knowing
And water lies plainly by Laurie Sheck
Then I came to an edge of very calm
On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci in the Florentine Gallery by Percy Bysshe Shelley
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
To the Moon [fragment] by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Adonais, 49-52, [Go thou to Rome] by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise
Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
Politics Last Summer by Richard Shelton
The pederasts were pederasting
Somewhere Else by Matthew Shenoda
It is here on this ridge
Drawing from Life by Reginald Shepherd
Look: I am building absence
Occurrences across the Chromatic Scale by Reginald Shepherd
The way air is at the same time
Syntax by Reginald Shepherd
Occasionally a god speaks to you
A Muse by Reginald Shepherd
He winds through the party like wind, one of the just who
Roman Year by Reginald Shepherd
The corrugated iron gates are
The One Secret That Has Carried by Jason Shinder
Irene loves a man / who is afraid of sex--
Jacksonville, Vermont by Jason Shinder
Because I am not married, I have the skin of an orange
Little America by Jason Shinder
My friend says she is like an empty drawer
How I Am by Jason Shinder
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings
The Visit by Jason Shinder
Portrait of God on Work Release by Peter Jay Shippy
I walk in the park
Regarding the Future The Donkey by Kazuko Shiraishi
Regarding the future the donkey contemplates after this
April 15th by Aleda Shirley
Taxes due, the anniversary of Henry James's death
Back with the Quakers by Betsy Sholl
You think you can handle these things:
The Floating Bridge by David Shumate
Beyond the floating bridge another world awaits. There the master
Next Door by Joan Selinger Sidney
Oaks drag alongside the road
A Ditty by Sir Philip Sidney
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
Thus, Speak the Chromograph by Eleni Sikelianos
Saying: One night in a cloud chamber
The Shadows of Words by Edgar Gabriel Silex
I can't imagine a mother
What [The flower sermon] by Ron Silliman
The flower sermon
Albany by Ron Silliman
If the function of writing is to
Sick by Shel Silverstein
Mr. Grumpledump's Song by Shel Silverstein
Everything's wrong,
Country Fair by Charles Simic
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
In the Library by Charles Simic
There's a book called
This Morning by Charles Simic
Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.
Read Your Fate by Charles Simic
A world's disappearing.
The Something by Charles Simic
Here come my night thoughts
Eyes Fastened With Pins by Charles Simic
How much death works,
Watermelons by Charles Simic
Green Buddhas
Pigeons at Dawn by Charles Simic
Extraordinary efforts are being made
Secret History by Charles Simic
Of the light in my room
My Shoes by Charles Simic
Shoes, secret face of my inner life
The White Room by Charles Simic
The obvious is difficult
Late September by Charles Simic
The mail truck goes down the coast
The Initiate by Charles Simic
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses
The Eternal City by Jim Simmerman
Sometimes I picture your face on money
N by Maurya Simon
Noon. I can connect nothing with nothing.
The Fishermen at Guasti Park by Maurya Simon
In the first days of summer
Carentan O Carentan by Louis Simpson
Trees in the old days used to stand
Working Late by Louis Simpson
A light is on in my father's study.
Honeymoon by Louis Simpson
Uncle Bob prayed over the groom:
Apart (Les Séparés) by Louis Simpson and Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Ken Burns poem by Sean Singer
Although jazz’s sepia, acetates, and lacquers
To Mistress Margaret Hussey by John Skelton
Merry Margaret
Fetch by Jeffrey Skinner
Go, bring back the worthless stick.
O'Connor at Andalusia by Floyd Skloot
It came with the steady pace of dusk
The Valve by David R. Slavitt
The one-way flow of time we take for granted,
One-Word Poem by David R. Slavitt
Motherless
The Intruder by David R. Slavitt
He broke in, picking the lock, or having stolen
Blueprint by Tom Sleigh
I had a blueprint
Round by Tom Sleigh
Somebody's alone in his head, somebody's a kid
Space Station by Tom Sleigh
My mother and I and the dog were floating
Oracle by Tom Sleigh
Because the burn's unstable, burning too hot
Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, [For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry] by Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
Song to David [Sublime—invention ever young] by Christopher Smart
Sublime—invention ever young
Boston by Aaron Smith
I’ve been meaning to tell
Brad Pitt by Aaron Smith
With cotton candy armpits and sugary
Lot's Wife by Dana Littlepage Smith
So simple a mistake. They say I turned to look;
Medusa by Patricia Smith
Poseidon was easier than most.
Hardware Sparrows by R. T. Smith
Out for a deadbolt, light bulbs
Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
Duende by Tracy K. Smith
The earth is dry and they live wanting
Can You Feel the Native American in Me by M. L. Smoker
We pull into dirt driveway
Another Attempt at Rescue by M. L. Smoker
And to think I had just paid a cousin twenty dollars to shovel the walk
Sitting Outside by W. D. Snodgrass
These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge
April Inventory by W. D. Snodgrass
The green catalpa tree has turned
Heart's Needle by W. D. Snodgrass
Child of my winter, born
Bit by Carol Snow
'A slight'
Four Poems for Robin by Gary Snyder
I slept under rhododendron
Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
The Fire Stays in Red by Ronny Someck
End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue
Continued by Piotr Sommer
Nothing will be the same as it was
A Red Palm by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants
Looking Around, Believing by Gary Soto
How strange that we can begin at any time
Who Will Know Us? by Gary Soto
It is cold, bitter as a penny.
Reading Biographies by Gary Soto
Perhaps Frost was poking his secretary
Nelson, My Dog by Gary Soto
Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur
Afternoon Memory by Gary Soto
Sometimes I'll look in the refrigerator
After John Donne's "To his Mistress Going to Bed" by Lisa Russ Spaar
What might she send — a wet sleeve
December 2, 2002 by Juliana Spahr
As it happens every night
VII. Man in the Street by Muriel Spark
Last thing at night and only one
After Vallejo by A. B. Spellman
i will die in havana in a hurricane
Epithalamion by Edmund Spenser
Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes
Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer
What are you thinking about?
Improvisations On A Sentence By Poe by Jack Spicer
Indefiniteness is an element of the true music
Orfeo by Jack Spicer
Sharp as an arrow Orpheus
A Book Of Music by Jack Spicer
Coming at an end, the lovers
Caged Bird by Matthew J. Spireng
Some believe there's somewhere in the brain
Angel of Duluth [excerpt] by Madelon Sprengnether
I lied a little
Francesco and Clare by David St. John
It was there, in that little town
Iris by David St. John
There is a train inside this iris:
Los Angeles, 1954 by David St. John
It was in the old days,
Ars Poetica by Primus St. John
At the edge of the forest
Once in the 40's by William Stafford
We were alone one night on a long
A Farewell, Age 10 by William Stafford
While its owner looks away I touch the rabbit
Traveling through the Dark by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
Artificial Horizon by Sue Standing
Thirty-five hundred feet above the earth, I said goodbye
Done With by Ann Stanford
My house is torn down--
Freedom, Revolt, and Love by Frank Stanford
They caught them.
In the Memphis Airport by Timothy Steele
Above the concourse, from a beam
April 27, 1937 by Timothy Steele
General Ludendorff, two years before
Herb Garden by Timothy Steele
The lizard, an exemplar of the small
Toward the Winter Solstice by Timothy Steele
Although the roof is just a story high
How I Changed My Name, Felice by Felix Stefanile
In Italy a man's name, here a woman's,
Tales from Gizzard's Grill [excerpt] by Jeanne Steig
My feet's a revelation,
Tender Buttons [Objects] by Gertrude Stein
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange
Tender Buttons [A Light in the Moon] by Gertrude Stein
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday.
Tender Buttons [A Box] by Gertrude Stein
A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance
Tender Buttons [A Plate] by Gertrude Stein
An occasion for a plate, an occasional resource is in buying
Tender Buttons [A Chair] by Gertrude Stein
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even
Stanzas in Meditation by Gertrude Stein
She may count three little daisies very well
A Grin by Shelby Stephenson
Begun under the bed of the poorest shanty
The Preacher [As if the one tree you love] by Gerald Stern
As if the one tree you love so well and hardly
My Sister's Funeral by Gerald Stern
Since there was no mother for the peach tree we did it
Apocalypse by Gerald Stern
Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
Glut by Gerald Stern
The whole point was getting rid of glut
The Dancing by Gerald Stern
In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
The High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Man Carrying Thing by Wallace Stevens
The poem must resist the intelligence
Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
Poetry Is a Destructive Force by Wallace Stevens
That's what misery is
The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
Nomad Exquisite by Wallace Stevens
As the immense dew of Florida
Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself by Wallace Stevens
At the earliest ending of winter
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
Bantams in Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Le Monocle de Mon Oncle by Wallace Stevens
Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds
Metaphors of a Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
To People I Hear Talking Loudly on Their Cell Phones by James Stevenson
It is VERY IMPORTANT
My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed
Envoy by Robert Louis Stevenson
Go, little book, and wish to all
The Celestial Surgeon by Robert Louis Stevenson
If I have faltered more or less
The Land of Story-books by Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!
Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand
Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson
When the grass was closely mown,
My House, I Say by Robert Louis Stevenson
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
Yellow Stars and Ice by Susan Stewart
I am as far as the deepest sky between clouds
The Forest by Susan Stewart
You should lie down now and remember the forest,
Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney
It's autumn in the country I remember
Live Blindly and Upon the Hour by Trumbull Stickney
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord
Always on the Train by Ruth Stone
Writing poems about writing poems
In the Next Galaxy by Ruth Stone
Things will be different.
The Cabbage by Ruth Stone
You have rented an apartment.
Man and Camel by Mark Strand
On the eve of my fortieth birthday
The Coming of Light by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand
When the moon appears
From the Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying
Like Me by Marc J. Straus
When I was two, my doctor
pleiades choreographic [excerpt] by Meredith Stricker
The theme is forgiveness, the theme is justice
The Potato by Joseph Stroud
Three days into the journey
The Dirt Eaters by Virgil Suárez
Whenever we grew tired and bored of curb ball
Encouragements to a Lover by Sir John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Ballad of a Wedding by Sir John Suckling
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been
Untitled [Tis now since I sate down before] by Sir John Suckling
Tis now since I sate down before
Against Fruition by Sir John Suckling
Fye upon hearts that burn with mutual fire
Loving and Beloved by Sir John Suckling
There never yet was honest man
The Mower at the VA Hospital by John Surowiecki
Our mower is young and broad-shouldered:
Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
The Starlings by Jesper Svenbro
Late one afternoon in October
Canon 501 by Brian Swann
The song was moist, filing away
The Invention of Streetlights by Cole Swensen
noctes illustratas / (the night has houses)
Blue by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
That the Soul May Wax Plump by May Swenson
My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab
Water Picture by May Swenson
In the pond in the park
Little Lion Face by May Swenson
Little lion face
Question by May Swenson
Body my house
Slanting Light by Arthur Sze
Slanting light casts onto a stucco wall
Spring Snow by Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms.
The Shapes of Leaves by Arthur Sze
Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree:
In Tennessee I Found a Firefly by Mary Szybist
Flashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clung
Miracle Fair by Wislawa Szymborska
Commonplace miracle
Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska
Some People by Wislawa Szymborska
Some people fleeing some other people
Children of Our Era by Wislawa Szymborska
We are children of our era
Under a Certain Little Star by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) by Paul Verlaine
High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress