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

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