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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 Soul by Ira Sadoff
The shaft of narrative peers down
Once I Could Say by Ira Sadoff
Once I could say
My Father's Leaving by Ira Sadoff
When I came back, he was gone
My Mother's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
The rabbi doesn't say she was sly and peevish
February by Ira Sadoff
A mist appalls the windshield
Oklahoma City: The Aftermath by Ira Sadoff
Sometimes I'm so lachrymose I forget I was there
On the Day of Nixon's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
It's time to put the aside the old resentments; lies
Seurat by Ira Sadoff
It is a Sunday afternoon on the Grand Canal
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
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
Back Yard by Carl Sandburg
Shine on, O moon of summer
In a Breath by Carl Sandburg
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt
Testament by Carl Sandburg
I give the undertakers permission to haul my body
Prayers of Steel by Carl Sandburg
Lay me on an anvil, O God
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind by Carl Sandburg
Poems Done on a Late Night Car by Carl Sandburg
I am The Great White Way of the city
Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio by Carl Sandburg
It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes.
Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
Languages by Carl Sandburg
There are no handles upon a language
Loam by Carl Sandburg
In the loam we sleep
Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg
It's going to come out all right—do you know
Grass by Carl Sandburg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
Wilderness by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me
I am the People, the Mob by Carl Sandburg
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Chicago by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Theme in Yellow by Carl Sandburg
I spot the hills
Solitude by Stephen Sandy
Cretan farmers still press their olives. Swallow
Parking Lot by Stephen Sandy
Hard to believe the racket geese make, squabbling,
[In my eyes he matches the gods] by Sappho
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
The Anactoria Poem by Sappho
Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom] by Sappho
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings
[Like the very gods] by Sappho
Like the very gods in my sight is he who
The Anactoria Poem by Sappho
Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen
Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
Pietà by Steve Scafidi
Before she is turned away
Something New Under the Sun by Steve Scafidi
It would have to shine. And burn. And be
A Sequence by Leslie Scalapino
She heard the sounds of a couple having intercourse...
that they were at the beach [excerpt] by Leslie Scalapino
s like Playing ball—so it'paradise, not because it's in the past...
way [excerpts] by Leslie Scalapino
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
Copperheads by E. M. Schorb
Vanish these walls, vanish this wealth, with visionary eyes that see
Leadbelly by E. M. Schorb
Leadbelly, grim with your Cajun accordian,
Apples by Grace Schulman
Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella
Steps by Grace Schulman
"And down and down and down,"
Grandma Climbs by Philip Schultz
Grandma climbs a chair to yell at God for killing
The Silence by Philip Schultz
You always called late and drunk,
Leaves by Lloyd Schwartz
Every October it becomes important, no, necessary
A True Poem by Lloyd Schwartz
Six Words by Lloyd Schwartz
Bodyweight by Matthew Schwartz
My crutches felt heavier than I was
Coronach by Sir Walter Scott
He is gone on the mountain
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI, [My Native Land] by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead
Lullaby of an Infant Chief by Sir Walter Scott
O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight
Patriotism by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
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
Ode to Spring by Frederick Seidel
I can only find words for
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
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
Her Kind by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
Public Transportation by Elaine Sexton
She is perfectly ordinary, a cashmere scarf
What I Disliked about the Pleistocene Era by Patty Seyburn
The pastries were awfully dry
Culture by Aharon Shabtai
The mark of Cain won't sprout
Three Songs by William Shakespeare
Come unto these yellow sands,
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
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame (Sonnet 129) by William Shakespeare
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] by William Shakespeare
I will tell you
When that I was and a little tiny boy by William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy
King Lear, Act III, Scene II [Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!] by William Shakespeare
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116) by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
When I consider every thing that grows (Sonnet 15) by William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14) by William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
Hamlet, Act I, Scene I [Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes] by William Shakespeare
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Venus and Adonis [But, lo! from forth a copse] by William Shakespeare
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73) by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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 IV, Scene I [Round about the cauldron go] by William Shakespeare
Round about the cauldron go
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [Blow, blow, thou winter wind] by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Macbeth, Act I, Scene II [The merciless Macdonwald] by William Shakespeare
The merciless Macdonwald
Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55) by William Shakespeare
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage] by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage
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
Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III [O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?] by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97) by William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
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?
Just by Alan Shapiro
after the downpour, in the early evening
The Haunting by Alan Shapiro
It may not be the ghostly ballet
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
Children in a Field by Angela Shaw
They don't wade in so much as they are taken
And water lies plainly by Laurie Sheck
Then I came to an edge of very calm
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit
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
On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci in the Florentine Gallery by Percy Bysshe Shelley
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky
To the Moon [fragment] by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
Politics Last Summer by Richard Shelton
The pederasts were pederasting
Somewhere Else by Matthew Shenoda
It is here on this ridge
Syntax by Reginald Shepherd
Occasionally a god speaks to you
Drawing from Life by Reginald Shepherd
Look: I am building absence
Roman Year by Reginald Shepherd
The corrugated iron gates are
A Muse by Reginald Shepherd
He winds through the party like wind, one of the just who
Occurrences across the Chromatic Scale by Reginald Shepherd
The way air is at the same time
Snow Song by Frank Dempster Sherman
Over valley, over hill
Untitled [There, by the crescent moon, the shark] by Shido
There, by the crescent moon, the shark
It is the time of rain and snow by Izumi Shikibu
It is the time of rain and snow
The One Secret That Has Carried by Jason Shinder
Irene loves a man / who is afraid of sex--
How I Am by Jason Shinder
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings
Jacksonville, Vermont by Jason Shinder
Because I am not married, I have the skin of an orange
The Visit by Jason Shinder
Little America by Jason Shinder
My friend says she is like an empty drawer
What To Do About Sharks by Vivian Shipley
If a hammerhead or a great white makes
Portrait of God on Work Release by Peter Jay Shippy
I walk in the park
I Have Never Been Anything Like Pink by Kazuko Shiraishi
I have never been anything like pink
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:
Lullaby in Blue by Betsy Sholl
The child takes her first journey
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
Terezin by Taije Silverman
We rode the bus out, past fields of sunflowers
Sick by Shel Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
Mr. Grumpledump's Song by Shel Silverstein
Everything's wrong,
If the World Was Crazy by Shel Silverstein
If the world was crazy you know what I'd eat
Secret History by Charles Simic
Of the light in my room
Pigeons at Dawn by Charles Simic
Extraordinary efforts are being made
Late September by Charles Simic
The mail truck goes down the coast
Watermelons by Charles Simic
Green Buddhas
The Something by Charles Simic
Here come my night thoughts
This Morning by Charles Simic
Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.
The Initiate by Charles Simic
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses
In the Library by Charles Simic
There's a book called
My Shoes by Charles Simic
Shoes, secret face of my inner life
Eyes Fastened With Pins by Charles Simic
How much death works,
Read Your Fate by Charles Simic
A world's disappearing.
Country Fair by Charles Simic
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
The White Room by Charles Simic
The obvious is difficult
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
Honeymoon by Louis Simpson
Uncle Bob prayed over the groom:
Carentan O Carentan by Louis Simpson
Trees in the old days used to stand
Apart (Les Séparés) by Louis Simpson and Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Working Late by Louis Simpson
A light is on in my father's study.
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
One-Word Poem by David R. Slavitt
Motherless
The Valve by David R. Slavitt
The one-way flow of time we take for granted,
The Intruder by David R. Slavitt
He broke in, picking the lock, or having stolen
Space Station by Tom Sleigh
My mother and I and the dog were floating
Round by Tom Sleigh
Somebody's alone in his head, somebody's a kid
Blueprint by Tom Sleigh
I had a blueprint
Oracle by Tom Sleigh
Because the burn's unstable, burning too hot
Song to David [Sublime—invention ever young] by Christopher Smart
Sublime—invention ever young
Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, [For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry] by Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
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
Another Attempt at Rescue by M. L. Smoker
And to think I had just paid a cousin twenty dollars to shovel the walk
Can You Feel the Native American in Me by M. L. Smoker
We pull into dirt driveway
Heart's Needle by W. D. Snodgrass
Child of my winter, born
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
Bit by Carol Snow
'A slight'
Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
Four Poems for Robin by Gary Snyder
I slept under rhododendron
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
Reading Biographies by Gary Soto
Perhaps Frost was poking his secretary
Looking Around, Believing by Gary Soto
How strange that we can begin at any time
Afternoon Memory by Gary Soto
Sometimes I'll look in the refrigerator
Nelson, My Dog by Gary Soto
Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur
Who Will Know Us? by Gary Soto
It is cold, bitter as a penny.
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
A Book Of Music by Jack Spicer
Coming at an end, the lovers
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
Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer
What are you thinking about?
Caged Bird by Matthew J. Spireng
Some believe there's somewhere in the brain
How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual by Pamela Spiro Wagner
First, forget everything you have learned
Angel of Duluth [excerpt] by Madelon Sprengnether
I lied a little
Los Angeles, 1954 by David St. John
It was in the old days,
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:
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
Traveling through the Dark by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
The Vampyre by John Stagg
Why looks my lord so deadly pale?
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.
Herb Garden by Timothy Steele
The lizard, an exemplar of the small
In the Memphis Airport by Timothy Steele
Above the concourse, from a beam
Toward the Winter Solstice by Timothy Steele
Although the roof is just a story high
April 27, 1937 by Timothy Steele
General Ludendorff, two years before
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,
Stanzas in Meditation by Gertrude Stein
She may count three little daisies very well
Tender Buttons [A Plate] by Gertrude Stein
An occasion for a plate, an occasional resource is in buying
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 [Apple] by Gertrude Stein
Apple plum, carpet steak, seed clam...
Tender Buttons [Chicken] by Gertrude Stein
Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third
Tender Buttons [A Chair] by Gertrude Stein
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even
Tender Buttons [A Box] by Gertrude Stein
A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance
A Glass of Beer by James Stephens
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
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
The Dancing by Gerald Stern
In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
Glut by Gerald Stern
The whole point was getting rid of glut
Apocalypse by Gerald Stern
Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
Nomad Exquisite by Wallace Stevens
As the immense dew of Florida
Poetry Is a Destructive Force by Wallace Stevens
That's what misery is
Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock by Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
Bantams in Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
Le Monocle de Mon Oncle by Wallace Stevens
Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds
Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself by Wallace Stevens
At the earliest ending of winter
Man Carrying Thing by Wallace Stevens
The poem must resist the intelligence
The High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Metaphors of a Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
To People I Hear Talking Loudly on Their Cell Phones by James Stevenson
It is VERY IMPORTANT
Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed
To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!
Envoy by Robert Louis Stevenson
Go, little book, and wish to all
My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson
When the grass was closely mown,
Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand
After Reading "Antony and Cleopatra" by Robert Louis Stevenson
As when the hunt by holt and field
Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
The Celestial Surgeon by Robert Louis Stevenson
If I have faltered more or less
Picture-books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
My House, I Say by Robert Louis Stevenson
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed
The Land of Story-books by Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
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
The Cabbage by Ruth Stone
You have rented an apartment.
In the Next Galaxy by Ruth Stone
Things will be different.
Always on the Train by Ruth Stone
Writing poems about writing poems
Flying Fish: An Ode [excerpt] by Charles Wharton Stork
How must it be to swim among your kind
Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
Man and Camel by Mark Strand
On the eve of my fortieth birthday
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
The Coming of Light by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
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
Against Fruition by Sir John Suckling
Fye upon hearts that burn with mutual fire
Ballad of a Wedding by Sir John Suckling
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been
Loving and Beloved by Sir John Suckling
There never yet was honest man
Untitled [Tis now since I sate down before] by Sir John Suckling
Tis now since I sate down before
Encouragements to a Lover by Sir John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
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
Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney
On average, odd years have been the best for me
How to Uproot a Tree by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Stupidity helps
How to Make a Game of Waiting by Jennifer K. Sweeney
This is a capsized game
In Flight by Jennifer K. Sweeney
The Himalayan legend says
The Invention of Streetlights by Cole Swensen
noctes illustratas / (the night has houses)
Blue by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
Little Lion Face by May Swenson
Little lion face
Water Picture by May Swenson
In the pond in the park
Question by May Swenson
Body my house
That the Soul May Wax Plump by May Swenson
My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab
The Triumph of Time by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Before our lives divide for ever
Spring Snow by Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms.
Looking back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe by Arthur Sze
The bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
The Shapes of Leaves by Arthur Sze
Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree:
Slanting Light by Arthur Sze
Slanting light casts onto a stucco wall
In Tennessee I Found a Firefly by Mary Szybist
Flashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clung
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
Some People by Wislawa Szymborska
Some people fleeing some other people
Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska
Miracle Fair by Wislawa Szymborska
Commonplace miracle
The Young Fools (Les Ingénus) by Paul Verlaine
High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress

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