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La Chalupa, the Boat by Jean Valentine
I am twenty
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Hospital: strange lights by Jean Valentine
I needed a friend but
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Annunciation by Jean Valentine
I saw my soul become flesh
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Black Stone Lying On A White Stone by César Vallejo
I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
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Dregs by César Vallejo
This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I
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Weary Rings by César Vallejo
There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear
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LXI by César Vallejo
Tonight I get down from my horse
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XIII by César Vallejo
I think about your sex
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To My Brother Miguel in memoriam by César Vallejo
Brother, today I sit on the brick bench outside the house,
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The Hills of Little Cornwall by Mark Van Doren
The hills of little Cornwall
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April by Sally Van Doren
I chart the psyche
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Letters from a Father by Mona Van Duyn
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is
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Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri by Mona Van Duyn
The quake last night was nothing personal,
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Endings by Mona Van Duyn
Setting the V.C.R. when we go to bed
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Record by Katrina Vandenberg
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Peace by Henry Vaughan
My soul, there is a country
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The Retreat by Henry Vaughan
Happy those early days, when I
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Independence by Reetika Vazirani
When I am nine, the British quit
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The Lover by Reetika Vazirani
I took the train from Patiala,
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Dream of the Evil Servant by Reetika Vazirani
We kept war in the kitchen.
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Daughter-Mother-Maya-Seeta by Reetika Vazirani
To replay errors
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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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Three Fragments of Instan by Cecilia Vicuña
alba saliva
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Ballade [The goat scratches so much it can't sleep] by François Villon
The goat scratches so much it can't sleep
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Ballade [I die of thirst beside the fountain] by François Villon
I die of thirst beside the fountain
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Appeal to the Grammarians by Paul Violi
We, the naturally hopeful
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Mother Doesn't Want a Dog by Judith Viorst
Mother doesn't want a dog.
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Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All by Judith Viorst
My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
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Learning by Judith Viorst
I'm learning to say thank you.
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Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About by Judith Viorst
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
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Since Hannah Moved Away by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
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First Georgic [excerpt] by Virgil
When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin
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The Aeneid, Book VI, [First, the sky and the earth] by Virgil
First, the sky and the earth
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The Aeneid, Book IV, [So, you traitor] by Virgil
So, you traitor, you really believed you'd keep
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The Aeneid, Book I, [A grove stood in the city] by Virgil
A grove stood in the city, rich in shade
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Practice by Ellen Bryant Voigt
To weep unbidden, to wake
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Dangerous for Girls by Connie Voisine
It was the summer of Chandra Levy, disappearing
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Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room] by Karen Volkman
Laughing below, the unimagined room
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A Light Says Why by Karen Volkman
A light says why. From all the poor prying. Again we attain a more
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Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,] by Karen Volkman
Nothing was ever what it claimed to be
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House Spiders by Judith Vollmer
Streetlights out again I'm walking in the dark
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