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