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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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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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Above the Fire by Peter Sacks
Above the fire a man floats in a boat.
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My First Roses by Ira Sadoff
My first roses brought me to my senses
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My Mother's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
The rabbi doesn't say she was sly and peevish
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My Father's Leaving by Ira Sadoff
When I came back, he was gone
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Once I Could Say by Ira Sadoff
Once I could say
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The Soul by Ira Sadoff
The shaft of narrative peers down
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Seurat by Ira Sadoff
It is a Sunday afternoon on the Grand Canal
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On the Day of Nixon's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
It's time to put the aside the old resentments; lies
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Oklahoma City: The Aftermath by Ira Sadoff
Sometimes I'm so lachrymose I forget I was there
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February by Ira Sadoff
A mist appalls the windshield
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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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Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
And there are days when storms hover
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Beauty Secrets, Revealed by the Queen in Snow White by Natasha Sajé
Do for your neck what you do for your face
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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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You Can't Survive on Salt Water by Kalamu ya Salaam
dead dogs hang from trees
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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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I am the People, the Mob by Carl Sandburg
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
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Window by Carl Sandburg
Night from a railroad car window
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Wilderness by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me
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Grass by Carl Sandburg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
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Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg
It's going to come out all right—do you know
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Loam by Carl Sandburg
In the loam we sleep
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Languages by Carl Sandburg
There are no handles upon a language
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Follies by Carl Sandburg
Shaken
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Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
Bend low again, night of summer stars
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Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
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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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Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg
I remember here by the fire
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At a Window by Carl Sandburg
Give me hunger
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Poems Done on a Late Night Car by Carl Sandburg
I am The Great White Way of the city
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Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind by Carl Sandburg
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Prayers of Steel by Carl Sandburg
Lay me on an anvil, O God
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Testament by Carl Sandburg
I give the undertakers permission to haul my body
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In a Breath by Carl Sandburg
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt
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Back Yard by Carl Sandburg
Shine on, O moon of summer
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Theme in Yellow by Carl Sandburg
I spot the hills
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How Much? by Carl Sandburg
How much do you love me, a million bushels
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Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts
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Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon
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Quick Black Hole Spin-Change by Edward Sanders
I don't like it
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Night Drafts by Tony Sanders
Polite, intent, no fooling this time, because blasphemy
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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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Matters About Which Unfortunately I Have No Brilliant Opinion to Offer Readers by Sandra Santana
With the arrival of the night
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A Woman Named Thucydides by Sherod Santos
Having slept in a turnout in the backseat
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The Anactoria Poem by Sappho
Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen
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[Like the very gods] by Sappho
Like the very gods in my sight is he who
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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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[In my eyes he matches the gods] by Sappho
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
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Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
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Strip Show by Zach Savich
Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym
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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 Sequence by Leslie Scalapino
She heard the sounds of a couple having intercourse...
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way [excerpts] by Leslie Scalapino
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that they were at the beach [excerpt] by Leslie Scalapino
s like Playing ball—so it'paradise, not because it's in the past...
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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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Last by Maxine Scates
At dusk the streetlights
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I Pack Her Suitcase with Sticks, Light the Tinder, and Shut the Lid by Rob Schlegel
She used to sit on the forest floor
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Fusiturricula Lullaby by Gjertrud Schnackenberg
A visit to the shores of lullabies
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Testy Pony by Zachary Schomburg
I am given a pony for my birthday
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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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The Nursing Home by E. M. Schorb
There are more women than / men in the nursing home and
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After Reading Lao Tzu by Amy Newlove Schroeder
The one who speaks does not know
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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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Grandma Climbs by Philip Schultz
Grandma climbs a chair to yell at God for killing
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The Silence by Philip Schultz
You always called late and drunk,
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April by James Schuyler
The morning sky is clouding up
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The Ballad of the Children of the Czar by Delmore Schwartz
The children of the Czar
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The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me by Delmore Schwartz
The heavy bear who goes with me
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A True Poem by Lloyd Schwartz
I'm working on a poem that's so true, I can't show it to anyone
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Six Words by Lloyd Schwartz
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Leaves by Lloyd Schwartz
Every October it becomes important, no, necessary
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Bodyweight by Matthew Schwartz
My crutches felt heavier than I was
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Mime X by Charles Schwob
If you doubt that I have wielded the heavy oars look at my hands and knees
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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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Coronach by Sir Walter Scott
He is gone on the mountain
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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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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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Ode to My Hands by Tim Seibles
Five-legged pocket spiders, knuckled
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Ode to Spring by Frederick Seidel
I can only find words for
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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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Everyone Is Asleep by Enomoto Seifu-jo
Everyone is asleep
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Dead Straight by Olive Senior
I'm traveling back home to you but it's an omen
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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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The Descent of Man by Vijay Seshadri
My failure to evolve has been causing me a lot of grief lately
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Letter from a Haunted Room by Lisa Sewell
Dear K., there's a mosquito stain
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Letters to a Young Poet, 1987 by Lisa Sewell
Out of our arguments with ourselves
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Middlemarch, 2009 by Lisa Sewell
Not afterwards which hadn't arrived
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Her Kind by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
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Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
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The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton
Gone, I say and walk from church,
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
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Public Transportation by Elaine Sexton
She is perfectly ordinary, a cashmere scarf
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What I Disliked about the Pleistocene Era by Patty Seyburn
The pastries were awfully dry
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Culture by Aharon Shabtai
The mark of Cain won't sprout
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Dear Pretty Youth by Thomas Shadwell
Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes
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Song of Devils by Thomas Shadwell
Prepare, prepare, new guests draw near
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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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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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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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Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I [Round about the cauldron go] by William Shakespeare
Round about the cauldron go
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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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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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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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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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Tempest, Act V, Scene I [Where the bee sucks, there suck I] by William Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
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Orpheus by William Shakespeare
Orpheus with his lute made trees
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea (Sonnet 65) by William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
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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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Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] by William Shakespeare
I will tell you
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Hamlet, Act III, Scene I [To be, or not to be] by William Shakespeare
To be, or not to be: that is the question
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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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Macbeth, Act I, Scene II [The merciless Macdonwald] by William Shakespeare
The merciless Macdonwald
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Henry V, Act III, Scene I [One more unto the breach, dear friends] by William Shakespeare
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more
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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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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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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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Three Songs by William Shakespeare
Come unto these yellow sands,
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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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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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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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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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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (Sonnet 66) by William Shakespeare
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
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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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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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Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II by William Shakespeare
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds
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Hamlet, Act IV, Scene IV [How all occasions do inform against me] by William Shakespeare
How all occasions do inform against me
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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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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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The Merchant of Venice, Act IV, Scene I [The quality of mercy is not strained] by William Shakespeare
The quality of mercy is not strained
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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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Ants by Ravi Shankar
One is never alone. Saltwater taffy colored
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Sunday by Angela Shannon
It could have been the way the Southern man
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The Haunting by Alan Shapiro
It may not be the ghostly ballet
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Sleet by Alan Shapiro
What was it like before the doctor got there?
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Just by Alan Shapiro
after the downpour, in the early evening
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Nights by Harvey Shapiro
Drunk and weeping. It's another night
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New York Notes by Harvey Shapiro
Caught on a side street / in heavy traffic, I said
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Poetry Anonymous by Prageeta Sharma
Do not fall in love with a poet
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What Happened at the Service? by Prageeta Sharma
The forest service team came to my house to give me a thin leaf tree
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A Situation for Mrs. Biswas by Prageeta Sharma
When I received the call I was in a store in Missoula, Montana
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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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Me in Paradise by Brenda Shaughnessy
Oh, to be ready for it, unfucked, ever-fucked
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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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Children in a Field by Angela Shaw
They don't wade in so much as they are taken
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And water lies plainly by Laurie Sheck
Then I came to an edge of very calm
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Cracked Ice by Julie Sheehan
When I return, I'll come in clapboard, stained
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Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
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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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To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit
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Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
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To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave
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Mutability by Percy Bysshe Shelley
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon
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To the Moon [fragment] by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
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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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The Mask of Anarchy [Excerpt] by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Stand ye calm and resolute
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Lines: 'When the Lamp is Shattered' by Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shattered
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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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Donkey Carts and Desolation by Matthew Shenoda
Dilapidated clapboard shacks
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Blustery by Neil Shepard
Blustery 25-below, O Walt, I wouldn't go
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Roman Year by Reginald Shepherd
The corrugated iron gates are
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My Mother Was No White Dove by Reginald Shepherd
no dove at all, coo-rooing through the dusk
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Occurrences across the Chromatic Scale by Reginald Shepherd
The way air is at the same time
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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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Drawing from Life by Reginald Shepherd
Look: I am building absence
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Syntax by Reginald Shepherd
Occasionally a god speaks to you
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Snow Song by Frank Dempster Sherman
Over valley, over hill
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Untitled [There, by the crescent moon, the shark] by Shido
There, by the crescent moon, the shark
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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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Little America by Jason Shinder
My friend says she is like an empty drawer
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The Visit by Jason Shinder
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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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How I Am by Jason Shinder
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings
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What To Do About Sharks by Vivian Shipley
If a hammerhead or a great white makes
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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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I Have Never Been Anything Like Pink by Kazuko Shiraishi
I have never been anything like pink
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April 15th by Aleda Shirley
Taxes due, the anniversary of Henry James's death
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canvas and mirror by Evie Shockley
self-portrait with cats, with purple, with stacks
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playing with fire by Evie Shockley
something is always burning, passion
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The Fare-well Letters [excerpt] by Evie Shockley
black fast. greasy lightning
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Back with the Quakers by Betsy Sholl
You think you can handle these things:
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Lullaby in Blue by Betsy Sholl
The child takes her first journey
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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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The Nightingale by Sir Philip Sidney
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
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The Twenty-Third Psalm by Sir Philip Sidney
The Lord the Lord my shepherd is
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A Ditty by Sir Philip Sidney
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
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Speedway by Cedar Sigo
I cut out the Heart with Snowflake
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Thus, Speak the Chromograph by Eleni Sikelianos
Saying: One night in a cloud chamber
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In the Airport by Eleni Sikélianòs
A man called Dad walks by
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Detail of the Woods by Richard Siken
I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do
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Anyway by Richard Siken
He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand
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The Shadows of Words by Edgar Gabriel Silex
I can't imagine a mother
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Maiden Lane by Louise Morgan Sill
Down Maiden Lane, where clover grew
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Albany by Ron Silliman
If the function of writing is to
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What [The flower sermon] by Ron Silliman
The flower sermon
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Terezin by Taije Silverman
We rode the bus out, past fields of sunflowers
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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
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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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If the World Was Crazy by Shel Silverstein
If the world was crazy you know what I'd eat
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Six a.m. Halfway Tree, Kingston 10 by Adziko Simba
and the chip-chip chop of jelly and cane
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Country Fair by Charles Simic
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
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Read Your Fate by Charles Simic
A world's disappearing.
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Eyes Fastened With Pins by Charles Simic
How much death works,
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Pigeons at Dawn by Charles Simic
Extraordinary efforts are being made
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The White Room by Charles Simic
The obvious is difficult
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Secret History by Charles Simic
Of the light in my room
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The Initiate by Charles Simic
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses
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This Morning by Charles Simic
Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.
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The Something by Charles Simic
Here come my night thoughts
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Watermelons by Charles Simic
Green Buddhas
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Late September by Charles Simic
The mail truck goes down the coast
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My Shoes by Charles Simic
Shoes, secret face of my inner life
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In the Library by Charles Simic
There's a book called
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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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Red Wand by Sandra Simonds
Sometimes I try to make poetry but mostly
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Carentan O Carentan by Louis Simpson
Trees in the old days used to stand
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Honeymoon by Louis Simpson
Uncle Bob prayed over the groom:
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Working Late by Louis Simpson
A light is on in my father's study.
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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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Interlude by Edith Sitwell
Amid this hot green glowing gloom
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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 Intruder by David R. Slavitt
He broke in, picking the lock, or having stolen
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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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Oracle by Tom Sleigh
Because the burn's unstable, burning too hot
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On the Platform by Tom Sleigh
The omen I didn't know I was waiting for
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A Wedding at Cana, Lebanon, 2007 by Tom Sleigh
He said, It is terrible what happens
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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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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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for yam sir: elevated blues by Abraham Smith
probably the heat in the bama walMART parkin lot
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Untitled [I closed the book and changed my life] by Bruce Smith
I closed the book and changed my life
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Redaction by Carmen Giménez Smith
We make dogma out of letter writing: the apocryphal story
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Evasive Action by Charlie Smith
the clip ped possessive moment, the barber on his porch
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Written on the Banks of the Arun by Charlotte Smith
When latest autumn spreads her evening veil
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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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The News from M— by Lytton Smith
Here, where you all are
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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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Sci-Fi by Tracy K. Smith
There will be no edges, but curves
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American Primitive by William Jay Smith
Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
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Mr. Smith by William Jay Smith
How rewarding to know Mr. Smith,
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The World Below the Window by William Jay Smith
The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill,
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Winter Morning by William Jay Smith
All night the wind swept over the house
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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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Can You Feel the Native American in Me by M. L. Smoker
We pull into dirt driveway
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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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Sitting Outside by W. D. Snodgrass
These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge
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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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Here City by Rick Snyder
The sounds
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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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Afternoon Memory by Gary Soto
Sometimes I'll look in the refrigerator
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Looking Around, Believing by Gary Soto
How strange that we can begin at any time
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Reading Biographies by Gary Soto
Perhaps Frost was poking his secretary
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A Red Palm by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants
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Who Will Know Us? by Gary Soto
It is cold, bitter as a penny.
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Nelson, My Dog by Gary Soto
Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur
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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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Alamogordo 1945 by Adriano Spatola
in my father's tomb the gods have been buried for millennia
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Majakovskiiiiiiij by Adriano Spatola
this extreme dissolution systematically carried
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Secret Last Year (A Calendar Twelve-tone) [4. April, maybe] by Adriano Spatola
The sun is made of many mysterious concepts
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The Composition of the Text by Adriano Spatola
an adjective breathing the window open
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The Abolition of Reality [Georges Seurat] by Adriano Spatola
The wonder the sense of lacquered objects
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After Vallejo by A. B. Spellman
i will die in havana in a hurricane
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At the Carnival by Anne Spencer
Gay little Girl-of-the-Diving-Tank
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Translation by Anne Spencer
He trekked into a far country
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Shepheardes Calendar [October] by Edmund Spenser
Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head
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Poem 1 by Edmund Spenser
Ye learned sisters which haue oftentimes
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Epithalamion by Edmund Spenser
Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes
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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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A Book Of Music by Jack Spicer
Coming at an end, the lovers
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Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer
What are you thinking about?
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Orfeo by Jack Spicer
Sharp as an arrow Orpheus
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Caged Bird by Matthew J. Spireng
Some believe there's somewhere in the brain
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On Upnor Road by Elizabeth Spires
Set back from the street behind a stand of trees
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How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual by Pamela Spiro Wagner
First, forget everything you have learned
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Angel of Duluth [excerpt] by Madelon Sprengnether
I lied a little
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Iris by David St. John
There is a train inside this iris:
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Francesco and Clare by David St. John
It was there, in that little town
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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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The Vampyre by John Stagg
Why looks my lord so deadly pale?
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Sea Girls by A. E. Stallings
Not gulls, girls.
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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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Things Between Themselves by Heidi Lynn Staples
to have been things among things between themselves and all others who live
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Translating García Lorca by Mark Statman
the danger is not
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April 27, 1937 by Timothy Steele
General Ludendorff, two years before
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Toward the Winter Solstice by Timothy Steele
Although the roof is just a story high
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In the Memphis Airport by Timothy Steele
Above the concourse, from a beam
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Herb Garden by Timothy Steele
The lizard, an exemplar of the small
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The Undertow by Sasha Steensen
I am shown
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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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Stanzas in Meditation by Gertrude Stein
She may count three little daisies very well
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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 Chair] by Gertrude Stein
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even
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Tender Buttons [Apple] by Gertrude Stein
Apple plum, carpet steak, seed clam...
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Guillaume Apollinaire by Gertrude Stein
Give known or pin ware
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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 [Chicken] by Gertrude Stein
Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third
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A Glass of Beer by James Stephens
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
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A Grin by Shelby Stephenson
Begun under the bed of the poorest shanty
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Apocalypse by Gerald Stern
Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
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The Dancing by Gerald Stern
In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
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Books by Gerald Stern
How you loved to read in the snow and when your
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Kissing Stieglitz Good-Bye by Gerald Stern
Every city in America is approached
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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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Magnolia by Gerald Stern
The mayor, in order to marry us, borrowed
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Glut by Gerald Stern
The whole point was getting rid of glut
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Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
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The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
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Bantams in Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
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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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The Plain Sense of Things by Wallace Stevens
After the leaves have fallen, we return
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Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
Light the first ligh of evening, as in a room
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Man Carrying Thing by Wallace Stevens
The poem must resist the intelligence
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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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Earthy Anecdote by Wallace Stevens
Every time the bucks went clattering
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Fabliau of Florida by Wallace Stevens
Barque of phosphor
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Nomad Exquisite by Wallace Stevens
As the immense dew of Florida
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
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Metaphors of a Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
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The High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
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To the Roaring Wind by Wallace Stevens
What syllable are you seeking
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Poetry Is a Destructive Force by Wallace Stevens
That's what misery is
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Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock by Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
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Le Monocle de Mon Oncle by Wallace Stevens
Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds
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Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
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On Reflection by Anne Stevenson
That fire in the garden's an illusion
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Drench by Anne Stevenson
You sleep with a dream of summer weather
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All those Attempts in the Changing Room! by Anne Stevenson
Look for me
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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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Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand
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The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
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Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson
I should like to rise and go
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Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river
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Underwoods: Epigram by Robert Louis Stevenson
Of all my verse, like not a single line
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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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After Reading "Antony and Cleopatra" by Robert Louis Stevenson
As when the hunt by holt and field
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Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
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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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Envoy by Robert Louis Stevenson
Go, little book, and wish to all
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The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!
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Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
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The Land of Story-books by Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit
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Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed
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The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson
When the grass was closely mown,
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Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set
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Pirate Story by Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
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Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
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My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
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To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
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Picture-books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes
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The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed
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The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
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The Celestial Surgeon by Robert Louis Stevenson
If I have faltered more or less
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Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
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The Forest by Susan Stewart
You should lie down now and remember the forest,
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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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Four Lack Songs by Susan Stewart
Hammer to a copper bowl
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They Lived Enamoured of the Lovely Moon by Trumbull Stickney
They lived enamoured of the lovely moon
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Loneliness by Trumbull Stickney
These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown
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Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney
It's autumn in the country I remember
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On Some Shells Found Inland by Trumbull Stickney
These are my murmur-laden shells that keep
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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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In the Next Galaxy by Ruth Stone
Things will be different.
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Always on the Train by Ruth Stone
Writing poems about writing poems
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The Cabbage by Ruth Stone
You have rented an apartment.
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Curtains by Ruth Stone
Putting up new curtains
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Flying Fish: An Ode [excerpt] by Charles Wharton Stork
How must it be to swim among your kind
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My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand
When the moon appears
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The Coming of Light by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
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From the Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying
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Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
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Man and Camel by Mark Strand
On the eve of my fortieth birthday
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Like Me by Marc J. Straus
When I was two, my doctor
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Purgatorio by Peter Streckfus
Come to the surface of the screen with your piscine light
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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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Untitled [Tis now since I sate down before] by Sir John Suckling
Tis now since I sate down before
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Loving and Beloved by Sir John Suckling
There never yet was honest man
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Ballad of a Wedding by Sir John Suckling
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been
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Against Fruition by Sir John Suckling
Fye upon hearts that burn with mutual fire
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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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Body Mostly Flown by Terese Svoboda
A De Chirico head aslant on a coverlet
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Jamaican Idol by Terese Svoboda
Walking backward from the sea
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Hope Wanted Alive by Terese Svoboda
A red-faced lion raises its maw
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Countess Lethargy by Terese Svoboda
Dogs slink around her bed in hunger
|
Canon 501 by Brian Swann
The song was moist, filing away
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How to Uproot a Tree by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Stupidity helps
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Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney
On average, odd years have been the best for me
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In Flight by Jennifer K. Sweeney
The Himalayan legend says
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How to Make a Game of Waiting by Jennifer K. Sweeney
This is a capsized game
|
The Invention of Streetlights by Cole Swensen
noctes illustratas / (the night has houses)
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Question by May Swenson
Body my house
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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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The Triumph of Time by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Before our lives divide for ever
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If My Voice Is Not Reaching You by Afzal Ahmed Syed
If my voice is not reaching you
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Spring Snow by Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms.
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At the Equinox by Arthur Sze
The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars
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Looking back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe by Arthur Sze
The bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
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Slanting Light by Arthur Sze
Slanting light casts onto a stucco wall
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The Shapes of Leaves by Arthur Sze
Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree:
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Comet Hyakutake by Arthur Sze
Comet Hyakutake's tail stretches for 360 million miles
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All Times and All Tenses in this Moment by Mary Szybist
who is enough, who is more than enough
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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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Some People by Wislawa Szymborska
Some people fleeing some other people
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Under a Certain Little Star by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
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Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska
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Children of Our Era by Wislawa Szymborska
We are children of our era
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Miracle Fair by Wislawa Szymborska
Commonplace miracle
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Conversation (I) by Novica Tadić
A two-legged bag
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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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