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El Poema / The Poem by Homero Aridjis El poema gira sobre la cabeza de un hombre / The poem spins over the head of a man
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Posthumous Remorse by Charles Baudelaire When you go to sleep, my gloomy beauty
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Invitation to the Voyage by Charles Baudelaire Child, Sister, think how sweet to go out there and live together
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Ramallah by Bei Dao in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky
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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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In the Greenhouse by Eugenio Montale The lemon bushes overflowed
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Belarusian I by Valzhyna Mort even our mothers have no idea how we were born
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The Inn by Emmanuel Moses A little wine
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Proem by Octavio Paz At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death
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Everyone in the room is a representative of the world at large by Catherine Wagner Things mean, and I can’t tell
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Air Envelope by Catherine Wagner A skylight stippled
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The Junior High School Band Concert by David Wagoner When our semi-conductor
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This is a Wonderful Poem by David Wagoner Come at it carefully, don't trust it, that isn't its right name,
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The Shooting of John Dillinger Outside the Biograph Theater, July 22, 1934 by David Wagoner Chicago ran a fever of a hundred and one that groggy Sunday.
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A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott The growing idleness of summer grass
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A Far Cry From Africa by Derek Walcott A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt...
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In the Village by Derek Walcott I came up out of the subway and there were
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The Sea is History by Derek Walcott Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
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The Fist by Derek Walcott The fist clenched round my heart...
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Alphabet of Mother Language by Anne Waldman If Kali were a car, what kind of car would she be
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Matriot Acts, Act I [History of Mankind] by Anne Waldman you no longer believe in anything
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A Calculus of Readiness by Liz Waldner I, too, come from the city of dolls.
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Behind Perfume, Only Solitude by Liz Waldner Ink will come. Lamp lung
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Prayer by Liz Waldner If I were in a book it would be the book
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Es/chew by Liz Waldner The better to hear
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Where, Broken (the darkness by Liz Waldner Cows on the spine of the hill like the spine of a book are some letters
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Witness by Liz Waldner I saw that a star had broken its rope
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Adjunct by Liz Waldner
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On Moving Again by Liz Waldner This evening, walking along the long field
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What Is a Soprano by G. C. Waldrep I call to you as a prism to its oracle
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Light Travels by Keith Waldrop and Rosmarie Waldrop common time I follow you un-
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The Luxury of Hesitation [excerpt from The Proof from Motion] by Keith Waldrop things
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The Real Subject [Whir] by Keith Waldrop Do not alarm yourself, I
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Below the Earth by Keith Waldrop My first glance takes in
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from genesis by Laura Walker in the beginning the sound of holes, and the weight of treason and light paper streamers
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Red and Blue Planets by Joni Wallace What we're drawn to is proof enough
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Literature in the 21st Century [excerpt] by Ronald Wallace Sometimes I wish I drank coffee
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Go, lovely rose! by Edmund Waller Go, lovely rose!
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My Soul by Ember Ward Sometimes / When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
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A Way to Love God by Robert Penn Warren Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true.
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True Love by Robert Penn Warren In silence the heart raves. It utters words
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Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
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San Francisco Night Windows by Robert Penn Warren So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet,
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Evening Hawk by Robert Penn Warren From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through
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Mortal Limit by Robert Penn Warren I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
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E.W. by Rosanna Warren Your purpled, parchment forearm
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From New Hampshire by Rosanna Warren It's not your mountain
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Tide Pickers by Rosanna Warren
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Day Lilies by Rosanna Warren For six days, full-throated, they praised
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Song by Rosanna Warren
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Man in Stream by Rosanna Warren You stand in the brook, mud smearing
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Hawk by Daniel Waters All eyes are fearful of the spotted hawk
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Wedding Dress by Michael Waters That Halloween I wore your wedding dress
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White Stork by Michael Waters Such jazzy arrhythmia
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How Doth the Little Busy Bee by Isaac Watts How doth the little busy bee
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My Father's Geography by Afaa M. Weaver I was parading the Côte d'Azur,
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What Elizabeth Bishop Could Not Know by Afaa M. Weaver Black women keep secrets tied up in hankies
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Rambling by Afaa M. Weaver In general population, census
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Loving a House by Charles Harper Webb Sandi doesn't like Dan much, but loves his house
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Prayer for the Man Who Mugged My Father, 72 by Charles Harper Webb May there be an afterlife
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In Antigua by Kerri Webster In Albuquerque, on the other hand, I am infamous
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Uncertain Grace by Rebecca Wee How can she be beautiful? Eyes, ribs, the slope
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Appalachian Front by Robert Lewis Weeks Panther lies next to Wharncliffe
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Farewell to Yang, Who's Leaving for Kuo-chou by Wang Wei Those canyons are too narrow to travel
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Dead Man, Thinking by Bruce Weigl Snow geese in the light of morning sky
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Home by Bruce Weigl I didn't know I was grateful
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Mongrel Death Blues by Joshua Weiner What's that behind my back?
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Psalm by Joshua Weiner When I sing to you I am alone these days
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Art Pepper by Joshua Weiner Scared boy, he even fled a cloud
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The Not-Yet Child by Joshua Weiner Why won't you make me now who wants a life
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Ordinary Landscape by Jonathan Weinert
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The Basic Con by Lew Welch Those who can't find anything to live for
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Less Music by Marjorie Welish This freedom up.
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Barrio with Sketchy Detail by Andrea Werblin Except for the chickens humming to each other,
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The Army of Truth by Henrik Wergeland Words? Those sounds the world despises.
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The Tapeworm Foundry [excerpt] by Darren Wershler-Henry insinuate that much can be learned from the fact that jackson pollock is know to
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MacDowell by Rachel Wetzsteon For once I fought back
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Sakura Park by Rachel Wetzsteon The park admits the wind
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At the Zen Mountain Monastery by Rachel Wetzsteon A double line of meditators sits
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Further Notice by Philip Whalen I can't live in this world
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On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley 'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
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To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth by Phillis Wheatley HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn
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To S.M., A Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent
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A Farewell to America by Phillis Wheatley Adieu, New-England's smiling meads
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His Excellency General Washington by Phillis Wheatley Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light
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Meeting Again, After Heine by Susan Wheeler The moon rose like a blooming flower
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Charity Must Abide Call for Ancient Occupation by Susan Wheeler Red barn, still house, shimmering heat
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The Green Stamp Book by Susan Wheeler Child in the thick of yearning. Doll carted and pushed
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That Been to Me My Lives Light and Saviour by Susan Wheeler Purse be full again, or else must I die
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Song For the Spirit of Natalie Going by Susan Wheeler Small bundle of bones, small bundle of fingers, of plumpness, of heart
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Shanked on the Red Bed by Susan Wheeler The perch was on the roof, and the puck was in the air
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Roanoke and Wampumpeag by Susan Wheeler Child, entering Ye Olde Trading Post, takes the pegs upon the walls
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Poem by Susan Wheeler Green is the false nettle
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Concerning the Angel at 5th & 53rd by J. P. White Every city has them--pools of helmeted, stained men
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America by James Monroe Whitfield America, it is to thee
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Spontaneous Me by Walt Whitman Spontaneous me, Nature
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I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman I sing the body electric,
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Passage to India by Walt Whitman Singing my days
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Song of Myself, I, II, VI & LII by Walt Whitman I celebrate myself,
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Sometimes with One I Love by Walt Whitman Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I
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A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
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As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days by Walt Whitman As I walk these broad majestic days of peace
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Mannahatta by Walt Whitman I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman Flood-tide below me! I watch you face to face
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When I Heard the Learned Astronomer by Walt Whitman When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
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Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore
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Miracles by Walt Whitman Why, who makes much of a miracle
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When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd
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A noiseless patient spider by Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider
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Song of Myself, III by Walt Whitman I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end
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Come Up From the Fields Father by Walt Whitman Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
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Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman Whoever you are, holding me now in hand
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Delicate Cluster by Walt Whitman Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life
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Washington's Monument, February, 1885 by Walt Whitman Ah, not this marble, dead and cold
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The Indications [excerpt] by Walt Whitman The words of the true poems give you more than poems
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Continuities by Walt Whitman Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost
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The Untold Want by Walt Whitman The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted
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I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
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So Long by Walt Whitman To conclude—I announce what comes after me
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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The
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Among the Multitude by Walt Whitman Among the men and women, the multitude
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A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
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To You by Walt Whitman Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
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A Woman Waits for Me by Walt Whitman A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
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O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman
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Song of Myself, X by Walt Whitman Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
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Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
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The Sleepers by Walt Whitman I wander all night in my vision
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Spirit that Form'd this Scene by Walt Whitman Spirit that form'd this scene,
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Unfolded Out of the Folds by Walt Whitman Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded
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World Below the Brine by Walt Whitman The world below the brine
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Come, said my Soul by Walt Whitman Come, said my Soul
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Calamus [In Paths Untrodden] by Walt Whitman In paths untrodden
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When I Heard at the Close of Day by Walt Whitman When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd
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On the Beach at Night Alone by Walt Whitman On the beach at night alone
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To a Locomotive in Winter by Walt Whitman Thee for my recitative!
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To Think of Time by Walt Whitman To think of time—of all that retrospection
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The Mystic's Christmas by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Among the Hills: Prelude [excerpt] by John Greenleaf Whittier No time is this for hands long overworn
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Brown of Ossawatomie by John Greenleaf Whittier John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day
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Abraham Davenport [excerpt] by John Greenleaf Whittier In the old days (a custom laid aside
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The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun
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Snow-Bound [The sun that brief December day] by John Greenleaf Whittier The sun that brief December day
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Blue Oxen by Dara Wier (it’s scaffolding) (it’s supposed to be temporary)
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The Pressure of the Moment by Dara Wier The pressure of the moment can cause someone to kill someone or something
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Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog by Dara Wier How many seasons are there
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Incident on the Road to the Capital by Dara Wier A wolf had grown tired of his character and sought
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In the Beginning by Anne Pierson Wiese There was the famous photographer, Walker Evans
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Mica Schist by Anne Pierson Wiese St. Nicholas Park in Harlem is one of few spots
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Profile of the Night Heron by Anne Pierson Wiese In the Brooklyn Botanic Garden the night
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The Prisoner of Zenda by Richard Wilbur At the end a
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June Light by Richard Wilbur Your voice, with clear location of June days
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The House by Richard Wilbur Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
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Advice to a Prophet by Richard Wilbur When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
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The Writer by Richard Wilbur In her room at the prow of the house
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The Reader by Richard Wilbur She is going back these days
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde He did not wear his scarlet coat
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from The Dogs by Joshua Marie Wilkinson But the moths find you, phantom
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A Moth in the Projectorlight [excerpt] by Joshua Marie Wilkinson Even if only in photographs
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deer & salt block by Joshua Marie Wilkinson One boy is a liar & says there's a block of salt
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Tar by C. K. Williams The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain,
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The Gaffe by C. K. Williams If that someone who's me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me
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from People Close To You by Crystal Williams She asks if she can sit on the bench &
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Coming Up Into the Light by Julie Williams You can only hunker down so long & then the wind dies
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The Fish by Lisa Williams How they appear: tunneled vision
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The Wine-Drinkers by Tennessee Williams The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun.
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This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten
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The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends
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Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams If when my wife is sleeping
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Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt] by William Carlos Williams Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
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Landscape With The Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams According to Brueghel
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The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams Among the rain
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The Uses of Poetry by William Carlos Williams I've fond anticipation of a day
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Peace on Earth by William Carlos Williams The Archer is wake
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Summer Song by William Carlos Williams Wanderer moon
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The Hurricane by William Carlos Williams The tree lay down
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Poem [on getting a card] by William Carlos Williams on getting a card
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Approach of Winter by William Carlos Williams The half-stripped trees
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Complaint by William Carlos Williams They call me and I go
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Complete Destruction by William Carlos Williams It was an icy day
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For the Poem Paterson [1. Detail] by William Carlos Williams Her milk don't seem to
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Details for Paterson by William Carlos Williams I just saw two boys
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Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital] by William Carlos Williams By the road to the contagious hospital
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To Elsie by William Carlos Williams The pure products of America
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Tract by William Carlos Williams I will teach you my townspeople
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To a Poor Old Woman by William Carlos Williams munching a plum on
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A Love Song by William Carlos Williams What have I to say to you
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The Descent by William Carlos Williams The descent beckons
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Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details
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Spring and All, XIV by William Carlos Williams Of death
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Poem [Daniel Boone] by William Carlos Williams Daniel Boone, the father of Kentucky
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Marriage by William Carlos Williams So different, this man
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Queen-Anne's-Lace by William Carlos Williams Her body is not so white as
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The Widow's Lament in Springtime by William Carlos Williams Sorrow is my own yard
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For the Poem Paterson [3. St. Valentine] by William Carlos Williams A woman's breasts
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The Steam Engine by Elizabeth Willis I came back to the meadow an unsuspecting hart
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Return by John Wilmot Absent from thee, I languish still
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Ars Poetica by Eleanor Wilner They wanted from us
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Moon Gathering by Eleanor Wilner And they will gather by the well,
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Pastoral by Emily Wilson The mordants in their noise
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Small Study by Emily Wilson Sparrows swiveling the feeder
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Red-Legged Kittiwake by Emily Wilson Native it seems to no part
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Hard Night by Christian Wiman What words or harder gift
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from One Time by Christian Wiman But the world is more often refuge
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Grace by Terence Winch Didn’t know if he was a retard or a drunk
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Q & A by Terence Winch How important is theory in this poem
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Psalm by Jonah Winter Emptying the trash,
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A Christmas Carol by George Wither So now is come our joyful feast
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At Dusk, the Catbird by George Witte Twitched in the forsythia
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Gas Star by George Witte Something coming down at night
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Sawdust by David Wojahn Coming always from below, blade wail & its pungency
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Spirit Cabinet [excerpt] by David Wojahn & how, o spirits, shall I invoke you, who cannot count himself
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August, 1953 by David Wojahn A nurse gathers up the afterbirth. My mother
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Mamma didn't raise no fools by Rebecca Wolff He died before we could honor
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Lost in thought, the baby by Rebecca Wolff Primarily
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Eminent Victorians by Rebecca Wolff Half a day is dead already--
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Visions of Never Being Heard from Again by Rebecca Wolff I stopped by to see you but you were not home
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Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea by Cecilia Woloch I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples
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Mama, Come Back by Nellie Wong Mama, come back.
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Eden by David Woo Yellow-oatmeal flowers of the windmill palms
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Daily Life by Susan Wood A parrot of irritation sits
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The Reservoir by Marc Woodworth The smell of the reservoir--
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Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth Five years have past; five summers, with the length
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The World is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon,
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The Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud
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from The Kitten and Falling Leaves by William Wordsworth See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall
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We Are Seven by William Wordsworth --A simple child,
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The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field
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A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth A slumber did my spirit seal;
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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair:
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Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
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Perfect Woman by William Wordsworth She was a phantom of delight
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My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold
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Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
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Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes
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Travelling by William Wordsworth This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways by William Wordsworth She dwelt among the untrodden ways
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The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set
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The Poetry Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does] by Baron Wormser I rise before the sun does
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Anecdotes by Baron Wormser A moment from a life--a husband holding up
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Gnosis by Theodore Worozbyt Turns out the radiologist didn't know thing one about radios
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The Character of a Happy Life by Sir Henry Wotton How happy is he born and taught
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One With Others [Not the mental lethargy in which the days enveloped her] by C. D. Wright Not the mental lethargy in which the days enveloped her
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One With Others [It was hotter then] by C. D. Wright It was hotter then
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And It Came to Pass by C. D. Wright This june 3
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Tours by C. D. Wright A girl on the stairs listens to her father
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Personals by C. D. Wright Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth
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One With Others [I take one more drive across town thinking] by C. D. Wright I take one more drive across town thinking
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Body and Soul II by Charles Wright The structure of landscape is infinitesimal,
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Little Ending by Charles Wright Bowls will receive us
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Words and the Diminution of All Things by Charles Wright The brief secrets are still here,
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Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] by Charles Wright This is the bird hour, peony blossoms falling bigger than wren hearts
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Last Supper by Charles Wright I seem to have come to the end of something, but don’t know what
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After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard by Charles Wright East of me, west of me, full summer.
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Lines on Retirement, after Reading Lear by David Wright Avoid storms. And retirement parties
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Wheeling Motel by Franz Wright The vast waters flow past its back yard
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The Secret of Light by James Wright I am sitting contented and alone in a little park near the Palazzo Scaligere...
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Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio by James Wright In the Shreve High football stadium,
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Northern Pike by James Wright All right. Try this,
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On the Skeleton of a Hound by James Wright Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float
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To the Saguaro Cactus Tree in the Desert Rain by James Wright I had no idea the elf owl
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A Blessing by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota
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The Healing Improvisation of Hair by Jay Wright If you undo your do you wóuld
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Difficult Body by Mark Wunderlich A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi--
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My Galley Charged with Forgetfulness by Thomas Wyatt My galley charged with forgetfulness
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They flee from me by Thomas Wyatt They flee from me, that sometime did me seek
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