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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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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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Poems for Blok, 1 by Marina Tsvetaeva
Your name is a--bird in my hand
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La Chalupa, the Boat by Jean Valentine
I am twenty
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The Branches by Jean Valentine
The branches looked first like tepees
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Eleventh Brother by Jean Valentine
one arm still a swan's wing
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I have lived in your face by Jean Valentine
I have lived in your face
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To the Black Madonna of Chartres by Jean Valentine
Friend or no friend
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Annunciation by Jean Valentine
I saw my soul become flesh
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Hospital: strange lights by Jean Valentine
I needed a friend but
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Red Cloth by Jean Valentine
Red cloth
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Fellini in Purgatory by Jean Valentine
He was shoveling sand
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Friend by Jean Valentine
Friend I need your hand every morning
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Father Lynch Returns from the Dead by Jean Valentine
There's one day a year
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Dregs by César Vallejo
This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I
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LXI by César Vallejo
Tonight I get down from my horse
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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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Weary Rings by César Vallejo
There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear
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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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Transit of Venus by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
The actors mill about the party saying rhubarb
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RR Lyrae: Matter by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
He still exists as flesh; it's the idea
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Challenger by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
pretty's just armor
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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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Endings by Mona Van Duyn
Setting the V.C.R. when we go to bed
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Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri by Mona Van Duyn
The quake last night was nothing personal,
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Letters from a Father by Mona Van Duyn
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is
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Record by Katrina Vandenberg
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who knows how long this way by Sarah Vap
her body's customs
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Solar system bedsheets by Sarah Vap
There, behind sunlight
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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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The Lover by Reetika Vazirani
I took the train from Patiala,
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Daughter-Mother-Maya-Seeta by Reetika Vazirani
To replay errors
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Independence by Reetika Vazirani
When I am nine, the British quit
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Dream of the Evil Servant by Reetika Vazirani
We kept war in the kitchen.
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The Shark by William Henry Venable
Captured! Along the beach those shouts reveal
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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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What's New by Emilio Villa
What's new is that one can no longer keep
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1941 Piece by Emilio Villa
It could be
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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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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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Appeal to the Grammarians by Paul Violi
We, the naturally hopeful
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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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Mother Doesn't Want a Dog by Judith Viorst
Mother doesn't want a dog.
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Learning by Judith Viorst
I'm learning to say thank you.
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Since Hannah Moved Away by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
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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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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 I, [A grove stood in the city] by Virgil
A grove stood in the city, rich in shade
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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, [Arms and the man I sing] by Virgil
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First Georgic [excerpt] by Virgil
When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin
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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 [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,] by Karen Volkman
Nothing was ever what it claimed to be
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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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For Aaron Sheon by Judith Vollmer
Tiny hatches, if you make enough of them, make
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House Spiders by Judith Vollmer
Streetlights out again I'm walking in the dark
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