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A Bedtime Story For Mr. Lamb by Arthur Nevis What story would you like to hear, Mr. Lamb?
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A Bird came down the Walk (328) by Emily Dickinson A Bird came down the Walk
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A Bird in Hand by Amber Flora Thomas I've memorized its heart pounding into my thumb
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A Birthday by Christina Rossetti My heart is like a singing bird
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A Blessing by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota
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A Boat by Jordan Davis When I am sitting at my desk and I have feelings
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A Boat Is a Lever by Ralph Burns After my student went to the doctor to
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A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll A boat, beneath a sunny sky
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A Book Of Music by Jack Spicer Coming at an end, the lovers
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A Book Said Dream and I Do by Barbara Ras There were feathers and the light passed through feathers
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A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip
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A Boy Juggling a Soccer Ball by Christopher Merrill after practice: right foot
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A Calculus of Readiness by Liz Waldner I, too, come from the city of dolls.
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A Certain Slant of Sunlight by Ted Berrigan In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is
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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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A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti In The bleak mid-winter
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A Christmas Carol by George Wither So now is come our joyful feast
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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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A Crocodile by Thomas Lovell Beddoes Hard by the lilied Nile I saw
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A Crosstown Breeze by Henry Taylor A drift of wind
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A Ditty by Sir Philip Sidney My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
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A Divine Image by William Blake Cruelty has a Human heart
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A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow!
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A Drinking Song by W. B. Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth
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A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794) by Emily Dickinson A Drop fell on the Apple Tree
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A Family History by Julia Kasdorf At dusk the girl who will become my mom
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A Far Cry From Africa by Derek Walcott A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt...
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A Farewell to America by Phillis Wheatley Adieu, New-England's smiling meads
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A Fear of Old Age by Jack Anderson The dread, always,
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A Few Lines from Rehoboth Beach by Fleda Brown Dear friend, you were right: the smell of fish and foam
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A fillip. A fandango. by Tom Thompson The police set about their work so tenderly! Like dolls built to simulate laughter.
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A Glass of Beer by James Stephens The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
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A Good Year Down by Jeni Olin New York will not accept me at this weight
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A Grave by Marianne Moore Man looking into the sea,
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A Green Crab's Shell by Mark Doty Not, exactly, green:
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A Grin by Shelby Stephenson Begun under the bed of the poorest shanty
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A group of girls from Minnesota or black mascara by Maureen Owen Not trees trace so just kids we hung
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A Hand by Jane Hirshfield A hand is not four fingers and a thumb
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A Happy Birthday by Ted Kooser This evening, I sat by an
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A Hedge of Rubber Trees by Amy Clampitt The West Village by then was changing; before long
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A Hermit Thrush by Amy Clampitt Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day,
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A Hymn on the Nativity of My Savior by Ben Jonson I sing the birth was born tonight
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A Kite for Aibhín by Seamus Heaney Air from another life and time and place
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A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) by Emily Dickinson A lane of Yellow led the eye
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A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott The growing idleness of summer grass
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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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A Line-storm Song by Robert Frost The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift
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A List of Praises by Anne Porter Give praise With psalms that tell the trees to sing
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A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss
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A Little History by David Lehman Some people find out they are Jews.
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A Little Tooth by Thomas Lux Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
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A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. by Amy Lowell They have watered the street,
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A Love Song by William Carlos Williams What have I to say to you
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A Lover by Amy Lowell If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
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A Man may make a Remark (952) by Emily Dickinson A Man may make a Remark
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A Man Meets a Woman in the Street by Randall Jarrell Under the separated leaves of shade
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A Meadow by Lucie Brock-Broido What was it I was hungry about. Hunger, it is one
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A Memory Of the Players In a Mirror at Midnight by James Joyce They mouth love's language. Gnash
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A Moth in the Projectorlight [excerpt] by Joshua Marie Wilkinson Even if only in photographs
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A Muse by Reginald Shepherd He winds through the party like wind, one of the just who
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A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning What was he doing, the great god Pan
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A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück When Hades decided he loved this girl
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A Nation's Strength by Ralph Waldo Emerson What makes a nation's pillars high
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A Negro Love Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar Seen my lady home las' night,
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A Nest Full of Stars by James Berry Only chance made me come and find
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A New Law by Greg Delanty Let there be a ban on every holiday
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A Newborn Girl at Passover by Nan Cohen Consider one apricot in a basket of them.
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A noiseless patient spider by Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider
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A Note on Absence by Martin Corless-Smith The story over having wished it otherwise
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A Noun Sentence by Mahmoud Darwish A noun sentence, no verb
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A Path Between Houses by Greg Rappleye The enigma of August.
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A Peacock in Spring by Joyelle McSweeney Makes derangéd love
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A Perfume by John Koethe There were mice, and even
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A Poem by Robert Creeley If the water forms
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A Poison Tree by William Blake I was angry with my friend:
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A Political Litany by Philip Freneau From a junto that labour with absolute power
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A Possum Entering the Argument by Tom Healy We're talking about when we met, and you say
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A Pot of Tea by Richard Kenney Loose leaves in a metal ball
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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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A Primer of the Daily Round by Howard Nemerov A peels an apple, while B kneels to God
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A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
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A Purchase of Porcelain by Jean Nordhaus Because the king
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A Quick One Before I Go by David Lehman There comes a time in every man's life
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A Reactionary Tale by Linh Dinh I was a caring husband. I bought socks for my family
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A Red Palm by Gary Soto You're in this dream of cotton plants
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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my luve's like a red, red rose
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A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London by Dylan Thomas Never until the mankind making
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A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party
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A Sequence by Leslie Scalapino She heard the sounds of a couple having intercourse...
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A Short History of the Apple by Dorianne Laux Teeth at the skin. Anticipation
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A Short Testament by Anne Porter Whatever harm I may have done
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A Silence by Amy Clampitt past parentage or gender
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A Situation for Mrs. Biswas by Prageeta Sharma When I received the call I was in a store in Missoula, Montana
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A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth A slumber did my spirit seal;
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A Sock Is a Pocket for Your Toes [excerpt] by Elizabeth Garton Scanlon A sock is a pocket for your toes,
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A Song for New Year's Eve by William Cullen Bryant Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
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A Song for St. Cecilia's Day by John Dryden From harmony, from heavenly harmony
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A Song On the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz On the day the world ends
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A Story by Philip Levine Everyone loves a story. Let's begin with a house
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A Story About Dying by Kevin Prufer The old cat was dying in the bushes
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A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
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A Table in the Wilderness by Li-Young Lee I draw a window
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A Throw of the Dice [excerpt] by Stéphane Mallarmé
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A Toast to the Men by Edgar Guest Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
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A True Poem by Lloyd Schwartz I'm working on a poem that's so true, I can't show it to anyone
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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne As virtuous men pass mildly away,
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A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
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A Walk Along the Old Tracks by Robert Kinsley When I was young they had already been
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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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A Wedding at Cana, Lebanon, 2007 by Tom Sleigh He said, It is terrible what happens
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A Wicker Basket by Robert Creeley Comes the time when it's later
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A Windmill Makes A Statement by Cate Marvin You think I like to stand all day, all night
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A Winter Without Snow by J. D. McClatchy Even the sky here in Connecticut has it,
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a woman had placed by Anne Blonstein a yellow rose
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A Woman Named Thucydides by Sherod Santos Having slept in a turnout in the backseat
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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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A Word From the Fat Lady by Gabrielle Calvocoressi It isn’t how we look up close
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A Young Poet by Jane Miller For begging beauty
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Abandonment Under the Walnut Tree by D. A. Powell Something seems to have gnawed that walnut leaf
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Abend (10:101) by Jonathan Thirkield In Köln, each triangle picks at the dome
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About a Field by Idra Novey After the last house the land extends like a hand
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About Death and Other Things by Aleksandar Ristovic How strange will be my death, of which I've been thinking since childhood
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About Face by Alice Fulton Because life's too short to blush,
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About Foam by Caroline Bergvall A paradoxical pleasure is both solid nor liquid that can be
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Above the Fire by Peter Sacks Above the fire a man floats in a boat.
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Abraham Davenport [excerpt] by John Greenleaf Whittier In the old days (a custom laid aside
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Abraham Lincoln by Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln
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Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay It is portentous, and a thing of state
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Absence by Luljeta Lleshanaku The moon / nicotine of a kiss. . .
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Achill by Derek Mahon I lie and imagine a first light gleam in the bay
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Achilles' Song by Robert Duncan I do not know more than the Sea tells me
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Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night
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Acrobat by Elise Paschen The night you were conceived
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Across a Great Wilderness without You by Keetje Kuipers The deer come out in the evening
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Adam Lay Ibounden by Anonymous Adam lay ibounden
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Adam's Curse by W. B. Yeats We sat together at one summer's end
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Adjectives of Order by Alexandra Teague That summer, she had a student who was obsessed
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Adjunct by Liz Waldner
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Adlestrop by Edward Thomas Yes, I remember Adlestrop
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Adolescence II by Rita Dove Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting.
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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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Advice to Passengers by John Gallaher and G. C. Waldrep There is a man, there is a woman
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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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Aerialist by Victoria Hallerman Her life is the wire
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Aerialist by Susan Maxwell look the snow is like us
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Affirmation by Donald Hall To grow old is to lose everything.
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After by T. R. Hummer After the explosion, no one knew what to do
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After a Death by Tomas Tranströmer Once there was a shock
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After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
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After Baby After Baby by Rachel Zucker When we made love you had
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After Bombardment, Sonya by Ilya Kaminsky I scrub and lather him like a salmon
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After Catullus by Lisa Jarnot In the beginning
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After John Donne's "To his Mistress Going to Bed" by Lisa Russ Spaar What might she send — a wet sleeve
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After Love by Sara Teasdale There is no magic any more
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After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn
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After Reading "Antony and Cleopatra" by Robert Louis Stevenson As when the hunt by holt and field
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After Reading Lao Tzu by Amy Newlove Schroeder The one who speaks does not know
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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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After tagging the dust your body is made of by Jen Tynes After tagging the dust your body is made of
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After the Grand Perhaps by Lucie Brock-Broido After vespers, after the first snow
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After the Movie by Marie Howe My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie
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After Us by Nikola Madzirov One day someone will fold our blankets
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After Vallejo by A. B. Spellman i will die in havana in a hurricane
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Afterlife by Joan Larkin I’m older than my father when he turned
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Aftermath by Tony Connor Slumped in a prickly armchair
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Afternoon Memory by Gary Soto Sometimes I'll look in the refrigerator
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Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing
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Afterwards by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my
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Afton Water by Robert Burns Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
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Again a Solstice by Jennifer Chang It is not good to think
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Again, She Tells the First Story by Barbara Jane Reyes Once, when there was no light, the wind danced with the sea, whose glassy surface
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Against Fruition by Sir John Suckling Fye upon hearts that burn with mutual fire
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Against Pleasure by Robin Becker Worry stole the kayaks and soured the milk
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Against Writing about Children by Erin Belieu When I think of the many people
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Age by Robert Creeley Most explicit--
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Age and Death by Emma Lazarus Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend
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Age Moves by Liam Rector Age moves in the hound
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Ah! Sunflower by William Blake Ah! sunflower, weary of time
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Air and Angels by John Donne Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
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Air Envelope by Catherine Wagner A skylight stippled
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Air In The Epic by Brenda Hillman On the under-mothered world in crisis
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Airporter by Khaled Mattawa Yardley, Pennsylvania, an expensive dump
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Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100 by Martín Espada Alabanza. Praise the cook with the shaven head
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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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Albany by Ron Silliman If the function of writing is to
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Albatross in Co. Antrim by Robin Robertson The men would sometimes try to catch one
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Alcove by John Ashbery Is it possible that spring could be
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Alexander Throckmorton by Edgar Lee Masters In youth my wings were strong and tireless,
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Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music by John Dryden 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
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Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child by Darcy Cummings One summer afternoon, I learned by body
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All Hallows Night by Lizette Woodworth Reese Two things I did on Hallows Night
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All She Wrote by Harryette Mullen Forgive me, I’m no good at this. I can’t write back. I
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All Souls' Night, 1917 by Hortense King Flexner You heap the logs and try to fill
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All That's Left by Jack Hirschman All that's Left
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All the Whiskey in Heaven by Charles Bernstein Not for all the whiskey in heaven
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All those Attempts in the Changing Room! by Anne Stevenson Look for me
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All Times and All Tenses in this Moment by Mary Szybist who is enough, who is more than enough
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Allende by Phillip Lopate In 200 years they won't remember me, Salvador
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Almost Sixty by Jim Moore No, I don't know
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Almost There by Timothy Liu Hard to imagine getting
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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been
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Alone by Maya Angelou Lying, thinking
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Along with Youth by Ernest Hemingway A porcupine skin
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Alpha Zulu by Gary Lilley I know more people dead than people alive
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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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Alphabet Poem by Edward Lear A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood
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Altars of Light by Pierre Joris If the light is the soul
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Always on the Train by Ruth Stone Writing poems about writing poems
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Amaze by Adelaide Crapsey I know
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Amber Alert by Jordan Davis Having a child changes you. For example
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Amends by Michael Burkard It's 11.9 miles to Mardela Springs.
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America by James Monroe Whitfield America, it is to thee
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America by Claude McKay Although she feeds me bread of bitterness
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America by Robert Creeley America, you ode for reality!
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America by Herman Melville Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
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America [Try saying wren] by Joseph Lease in my body, 4 a.m. in my body, breading and olives and
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American History by Michael S. Harper Those four black girls blown up
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American Liberty by Philip Freneau Once more Bellona, forc'd upon the stage
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American Names by Stephen Vincent Benét I have fallen in love with American names
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American Primitive by William Jay Smith Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
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American Sonnet (10) by Wanda Coleman our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row
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American Sonnet (35) by Wanda Coleman boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. This
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Americus, Book I [excerpt] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti To summarize the past by theft and
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Amo Amas Amat by Bernardine Evaristo Who do you love? Who do you love,
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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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Among the Multitude by Walt Whitman Among the men and women, the multitude
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Among the Things He Does Not Deserve by Dan Albergotti Greek olives in oil, fine beer, the respect of colleagues
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An ABC (The Prayer of Our Lady) by Geoffrey Chaucer Almighty and al merciable queene
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An Acrostic by Edgar Allan Poe Elizabeth it is in vain you say
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An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley by Jupitor Hammon O come you pious youth! adore
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An Apple Gathering by Christina Rossetti I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
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An Arbor by Linda Gregerson The world's a world of trouble, your mother must
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An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penitential Cries by Jupitor Hammon Salvation comes by Christ alone,
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An Evening Train by Timothy Liu whistles past hacked-down fields of corn,
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An exact comprehension of the composer’s intent by Noah Eli Gordon Cloudless sky, a tendril root, a chord begun
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An Excuse For Not Returning the Visit of a Friend by Mei-Yao Ch'en Do not be offended because
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An Inventory of an Elaborate Pile of Garbage at 2nd Ave. and 2nd St. on June 1, 2000 by Brenda Coultas Blackened tea kettle like one I have at home, couch with living man,
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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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An Obscure Meadow Lures Me by José Lezama Lima An obscure meadow lures me
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An Octave Above Thunder by Carol Muske-Dukes She began as we huddled, six of us,
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An Ode to Himself by Ben Jonson Where dost thou careless lie
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An Old Cracked Tune by Stanley Kunitz My name is Solomon Levi
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An Old Man's Winter Night by Robert Frost All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him
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An Old-Fashioned Song by John Hollander No more walks in the wood:
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An Unemployed Machinist by John Giorno An unemployed
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Anastasia & Sandman by Larry Levis The brow of a horse in that moment when
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Ancestors by Cesare Pavese Stunned by the world, I reached an age
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Ancient Theories by Nick Lantz A horse hair falls into the water and grows into an eel
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And death shall have no dominion by Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion
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And It Came to Pass by C. D. Wright This june 3
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And This Just In by David Tucker Those footfalls on the stairs when the night shift went home
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And water lies plainly by Laurie Sheck Then I came to an edge of very calm
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And You Thought You Were the Only One by Mark Bibbins Someone waits at my door. Because he is
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Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee,
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Anecdotes by Baron Wormser A moment from a life--a husband holding up
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Angel of Duluth [excerpt] by Madelon Sprengnether I lied a little
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Angel Saint by Lilah Hegnauer If I could choose, if it was possible, if I was worthy, if babies homes weren’t crowded
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Angel Shark by Hailey Leithauser Wan oxymoron of a fish, dotted
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Angel Supporting St. Sebastian by Robin Becker Shot with arrows and left for dead
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Anna, Thy Charms by Robert Burns Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago,
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Anne Rutledge by Edgar Lee Masters Out of me unworthy and unknown
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Annunciation by Jean Valentine I saw my soul become flesh
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Another Attempt at Rescue by M. L. Smoker And to think I had just paid a cousin twenty dollars to shovel the walk
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Another Elegy by Jericho Brown This is what your dying looks like
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Another Song [Are they shadows that we see?] by Samuel Daniel Are they shadows that we see
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Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove
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Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle
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Antigonish [I met a man who wasn't there] by Hughes Mearns
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Antique by Arthur Rimbaud Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned
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Ants by Ravi Shankar One is never alone. Saltwater taffy colored
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Ants and Sharks by Tomasz Rózycki An ant devours a larva, in accord
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Anybody Can Write a Poem by Bradley Paul I am arguing with an idiot online
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anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town
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Anyway by Richard Siken He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand
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Apart (Les Séparés) by Louis Simpson and Marceline Desbordes-Valmore Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
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Aphorisms by Antonio Porchia Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take
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Apocalypse by Gerald Stern Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
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Apocalypse Soliloquy by Scott Hightower I hope my death is not stolen from me
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Apology by Claudia Keelan To know nothing of living things
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Apostrophe by Angie Estes How many in a field
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Appalachian Front by Robert Lewis Weeks Panther lies next to Wharncliffe
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Apparition by Sherwin Bitsui I haven’t _________
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Appeal to the Grammarians by Paul Violi We, the naturally hopeful
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Apples by Grace Schulman Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella
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Approach of Winter by William Carlos Williams The half-stripped trees
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Apricots Died Young [excerpt] by Chiao Meng Apricots died young in blossoms still nipples.
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April by James Schuyler The morning sky is clouding up
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April by Sally Van Doren I chart the psyche
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April 15th by Aleda Shirley Taxes due, the anniversary of Henry James's death
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April 27, 1937 by Timothy Steele General Ludendorff, two years before
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April frigging 6 by Anselm Berrigan Meat pies delivered daily from
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April Inventory by W. D. Snodgrass The green catalpa tree has turned
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Arbolé, Arbolé . . . by Federico García Lorca Tree, tree
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Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke We cannot know his legendary head
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Architecture Moraine by Joanna Fuhrman A woman builds a house out of birds' cries and cries
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Arms by Richard Tayson I’m late for the birth-
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ARNICA / ABSOLUTION / AMBIEN by Miranda Field No mortal ever learns to go to sleep definitively
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Around Us by Marvin Bell We need some pines to assuage the darkness
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Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish A poem should be palpable and mute
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Ars Poetica by Eleanor Wilner They wanted from us
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Ars Poetica by Primus St. John At the edge of the forest
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Ars Poetica by Anthony Butts Broad-ribbed leaves of the calathea plant
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Ars Poetica (cocoons) by Dana Levin Six monarch butterfly cocoons
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Art Class by James Galvin Let us begin with a simple line
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Art Pepper by Joshua Weiner Scared boy, he even fled a cloud
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Arthur's Anthology of English Poetry by Laurence Lerner To be or not to be, that is the question
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Artichoke by Richard Foerster For all the bother, it’s the peeling away
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Artificer by Czeslaw Milosz Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets,
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Artificial Horizon by Sue Standing Thirty-five hundred feet above the earth, I said goodbye
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Artist, Once by Dorothea Tanning That was in a room for rent
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Arts & Sciences by Philip Appleman Here's a nice thought we can save
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Artspeak by Dorothea Tanning If Art would only talk it would, at last, reveal
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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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As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening,
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As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme by Gerard Manley Hopkins As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme
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As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
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Ash Ode by Dean Young When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks
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Ashore by Ernest Hilbert The harpooned great white shark heaves onto sand
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Ask me no more by Thomas Carew Ask me no more where Jove bestows
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Asking for Directions by Linda Gregg We could have been mistaken for a married couple
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Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt] by William Carlos Williams Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
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Assault by Edna St. Vincent Millay I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
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Assault to Abjury by Raymond McDaniel Rain commenced, and wind did
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Astigmatism by Amy Lowell The Poet took his walking-stick
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Astraea Redux by John Dryden Now with a general peace the world was blest
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At a Window by Carl Sandburg Give me hunger
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At Baia by H. D. I should have thought
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At Burt Lake by Tom Andrews To disappear into the right words
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At Deep Midnight by Minnie Bruce Pratt It's at dinnertime the stories come, abruptly,
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At Dusk, the Catbird by George Witte Twitched in the forsythia
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At Lumen-Empty Monastery, Visiting the Hermitage of Master Jung, My Departed Friend by Meng Hao-jan The blue-lotus roof standing beside a pond,
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At Melville's Tomb by Hart Crane Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
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At Night the States by Alice Notley At night the states
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At Pegasus by Terrance Hayes They are like those crazy women
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At Sea by Simon Armitage It is not through weeping
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At Shark Reef Sanctuary by Eva Alice Counsell Only seagulls surround us
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At sunrise I arose… by Michel Deguy At sunrise I arose
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At the Blue Note by Pablo Medina Sometimes in the heat of the snow
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At the Carnival by Anne Spencer Gay little Girl-of-the-Diving-Tank
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At the Entering of the New Year by Thomas Hardy Our songs went up and out the chimney
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At the Equinox by Arthur Sze The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars
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At the Fishhouses by Elizabeth Bishop Although it is a cold evening,
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At the Gym by Mark Doty This salt-stain spot
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At the Lookout by Daniel Hoffman They always start with quick and eager strides
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At the Piano by Thomas Hardy A Woman was playing
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At the Playground, Singing for Psychiatric Outpatients by Peter Everwine The bright-faced children have gone home,
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At the Providence Zoo by Stephen Burt Like the Beatles arriving from Britain
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At the Public Market Museum: Charleston, South Carolina by Jane Kenyon A volunteer, a Daughter of the Confederacy,
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At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7) by John Donne At the round earth's imagin'd corners
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At the Very Beginning by Katie Peterson When I named you I was on the verge
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At the Zen Mountain Monastery by Rachel Wetzsteon A double line of meditators sits
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At the Zoo by William Makepeace Thackeray First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black
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At Thirty by Lynda Hull Whole years I knew only nights: automats
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Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet by Eavan Boland How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
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Atlas by Sherwin Bitsui Tonight I draw a raven’s wing inside a circle
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Aubade by Devin Johnston A vacant hour
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Aubade: Lake Erie by Thomas Merton When sun, light handed, sows this Indian water
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Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips So that each / is its own, now--each has fallen, blond stillness.
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Audience by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge People think, at the theatre, an audience is tricked into believing it's looking at life.
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Audio April
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Auguries of Innocence by William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand
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August Evening by Sandor Csoori See, a hand sweeps stars
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August, 1953 by David Wojahn A nurse gathers up the afterbirth. My mother
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Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns Should auld acquaintance be forgot
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Aurelius & Furius, true comrades (11) by Gaius Valerius Catullus Aurelius & Furius, true comrades,
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Aurora [excerpt] by Pura López-Colomé This world.
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Authority [excerpt] by George Keithley Behind bejeweled fingers
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Autobiography 1997 The First One Hundred by Jerome Rothenberg Archipelago of the wandering dream
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Autobiography of the Body by Elizabeth Arnold
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Automatic Teller Machine by Ben Mirov If you work at a steady rate
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Autumn by Richard Garcia Both lying on our sides, making love in
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Autumn by Amy Lowell They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia
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Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio by James Wright In the Shreve High football stadium,
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Autumn Evening by David Lehman The yellow pears hang in the lake
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Autumn Grasses by Margaret Gibson In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass
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Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts
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Ave Maria by Frank O'Hara Mothers of America
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