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Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] by Petrarch
I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion
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You Are Not a Statue by Mark Yakich
And I am not a pedestal.
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Kelp by Jeffrey Yang
How easy it is to lose oneself
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Russian Letter by John Yau
It is said, the past
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
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A Drinking Song by W. B. Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
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The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
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The Heart of the Woman by W. B. Yeats
O what to me the little room
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Leda and the Swan by W. B. Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
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The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats
Where dips the rocky highland
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Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths
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Never give all the heart by W. B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
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A Prayer for my Daughter by W. B. Yeats
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
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Easter 1916 by W. B. Yeats
I have met them at close of day
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Adam's Curse by W. B. Yeats
We sat together at one summer's end
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When You are Old by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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The Player Queen by W. B. Yeats
My mother dandled me and sang
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Sailing to Byzantium by W. B. Yeats
That is no country for old men. The young
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The Song of Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood
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The Sorrow of Love by W. B. Yeats
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves
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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by W. B. Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate
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The Young Man's Song by W. B. Yeats
I whispered,
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Vertumnal [excerpt] by Stephen Yenser
Close call, close call, close
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Stealing The Scream by Monica Youn
It was hardly a high-tech operation, stealing The Scream.
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Night Air by C. Dale Young
"If God is Art, then what do we make
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The Philosopher in Florida by C. Dale Young
Midsummer lies on this town
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Poem for Adlai Stevenson and Yellow Jackets by David Young
It's summer, 1956, in Maine, a camp resort
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One A.M. [excerpt] by David Young
You'll show that toad-eater who wrote Night Thoughts
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Ash Ode by Dean Young
When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks
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This Living Hand [excerpt] by Dean Young
It's not only the word roses
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Thrown as if Fierce & Wild by Dean Young
You don’t have a clue, says the power drill
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For the Confederate Dead by Kevin Young
These are the last days
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Urgent Telegram to Jean-Michel Basquiat by Kevin Young
HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR
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The Dry Spell by Kevin Young
Waking early
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Ruin and Beauty by Patricia Young
It's so quiet now the children have decided to stop
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The Aura of the Blue Flower That is a Goddess by Ray A. Young Bear
Immediately after the two brothers entered
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The Telephonist by Susan Yuzna
I had my order. Not of the choirs
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