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Baby Tortoise by D. H. Lawrence
You know what it is to be born alone,
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Babylon by Robert Graves
The child alone a poet is
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Back by Beckian Fritz Goldberg
The god of the back
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Back in Seaside by Shanna Compton
Rain interchangeable with
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Back Stairwell by Mark Rudman
I've chosen to take the stairs
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Back with the Quakers by Betsy Sholl
You think you can handle these things:
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Back Yard by Carl Sandburg
Shine on, O moon of summer
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Bagram, Afghanistan, 2002 by Marvin Bell
The interrogation celebrated spikes and cuffs
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Balance by Adam Zagajewski
I watched the arctic landscape from above
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Balance, onslaught by Khadijah Queen
I have a diamond house
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Ballad by Sonia Sanchez
forgive me if i laugh
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Ballad of a Wedding by Sir John Suckling
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been
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Ballad of the Goodly Fere by Ezra Pound
Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
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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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Bangladesh II by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is how my sorrow became visible
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Bantams in Pine-Woods by Wallace Stevens
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
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Barbed Wire by Ralph Burns
Two or more strands twisted together
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Bardo by Dana Levin
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Barrio with Sketchy Detail by Andrea Werblin
Except for the chickens humming to each other,
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Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell
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Baseball and Writing by Marianne Moore
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting
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Basement Barber by Michael Chitwood
Here were said the words men say
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Basket of Figs by Ellen Bass
Bring me your pain, love. Spread
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Bats by Paisley Rekdal
unveil themselves in dark
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Batter my heart, three person'd God (Holy Sonnet 14) by John Donne
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
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Battle of Will & Exhaustion, Mother & Child by Jenny Factor
Two knights surrounded by dinosaurs
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Baudelaire's Ablutions by Roger Fanning
Baudelaire, dead broke, nonetheless allowed himself
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Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it--it's the only
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
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Be Kind by Michael Blumenthal
Not merely because Henry James said
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Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Be near me now
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Beach Glass by Amy Clampitt
While you walk the water's edge,
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Beach Walk by Henri Cole
I found a baby shark on the beach
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Beagle or Something by April Bernard
The composer's name was Beagle or something
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Beam by Jody Gladding
How is it I'm becoming particle
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Beating his lead by Hans Faverey
Beating his lead with the blunt
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Beauty Secrets, Revealed by the Queen in Snow White by Natasha Sajé
Do for your neck what you do for your face
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Because I could not stop for Death (712) by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death--
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Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry by Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
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Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
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Bedside by William Olsen
Because it turns out the world really is a hospital
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Bedtime Story by Wanda Coleman
bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room
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Before by Carl Adamshick
I always thought death would be like traveling
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Before the Deployment by Jehanne Dubrow
He kisses me before he goes. While I
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Before the Snake by Nathaniel Tarn
Sitting, facing the sun, eyes closed. I can hear the
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Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Before you came
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Beggar Woman by Charles Reznikoff
When I was four years old my mother led me to the park
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Beginning with Two Lines from Rexroth by Ray Gonzalez
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Behind Perfume, Only Solitude by Liz Waldner
Ink will come. Lamp lung
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Being Jewish in a Small Town by Lyn Lifshin
Someone writes kike on
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Belarusian I by Valzhyna Mort
even our mothers have no idea how we were born
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Believing in Iron by Yusef Komunyakaa
The hills my brothers & I created
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Beloved, my Beloved... (Sonnet 20) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
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Below the Earth by Keith Waldrop
My first glance takes in
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Beneath Speech by Mary Ann Samyn
She lay very still
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Benevolence by Carl Adamshick
We took your food and in a few days
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Bent Orbit by Elaine Equi
I wind my way across a black donut hole
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Bermudas by Andrew Marvell
Where the remote Bermudas ride
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Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) by Emily Dickinson
Besides the Autumn poets sing
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Between the Beating Clocks by Crystal Bacon
Cheap, made to travel they throw their tiny drumbeats out in stereo from the bed table
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Beyond Even This by Maggie Anderson
Who would have thought the afterlife would
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Beyond the Pane by Greg Hewett
The frescoed cloister is closed
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Beyond the Years by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Beyond the years the answer lies
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Bible Defence of Slavery by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Take sackcloth of the darkest dye
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Bicameral by Linda Gregerson
Choose any angle you like, she said
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Birch by Cynthia Zarin
Bone-spur, stirrup of veins—white colt
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Birches by Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
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Birdcall by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
Tuwee, calls a bird near the house
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Birds Again by Jim Harrison
A secret came a week ago though I already
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Birds Appearing In A Dream by Michael Collier
One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi
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Birthplace by Michael Cirelli
Deep in the Boogie Down—
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Bit by Carol Snow
'A slight'
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Black bird, red wing by Nickole Brown
So this is where the last year
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Black Jackets by Thom Gunn
In the silence that prolongs the span
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Black Nikes by Harryette Mullen
We need quarters like King Tut needed a boat. A slave
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Black Petal by Li-Young Lee
I never claimed night fathered me
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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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Black Woman by Georgia Douglas Johnson
Don’t knock at the door, little child
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Blackout by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Since our lights were extinguished
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Blake's Babes: A Prophecy by Jerome Rothenberg
infant encoil'd
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Blankets of Bark by Sherwin Bitsui
Point north, north where they walk
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Bleezer's Ice Cream by Jack Prelutsky
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
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blessing the boats by Lucille Clifton
may the tide
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Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
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Blood by Naomi Shihab Nye
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Blood by C. Dale Young
Someone has already pulled a knife
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Bloody Bill by Dennis Lee
You say you want to fight me?
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Blue by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
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Blue Dementia by Yusef Komunyakaa
In the days when a man
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Blue or Green by James Galvin
We don't belong to each other.
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Blue Oxen by Dara Wier
(it’s scaffolding) (it’s supposed to be temporary)
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Blue Plate by Jesse Lee Kercheval
After the porno theater became a revival house,
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Blue Tango by Frazier Russell
Say it's the year of their courtship,
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Blueberries by Robert Frost
You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
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Blueprint by Tom Sleigh
I had a blueprint
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Blues by Elizabeth Alexander
I am lazy, the laziest
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Blur by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
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Blustery by Neil Shepard
Blustery 25-below, O Walt, I wouldn't go
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Boabdil's Eviction by Eugene Gloria
All his life he struggled at how to ask
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Boaz Asleep by Victor Hugo
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight
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Body and Soul II by Charles Wright
The structure of landscape is infinitesimal,
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Body Mostly Flown by Terese Svoboda
A De Chirico head aslant on a coverlet
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Bodyweight by Matthew Schwartz
My crutches felt heavier than I was
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Bog Myrtle V by Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
Take bog myrtle
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Bolivia by Gwen Head
I hate the sea. I've always hated water
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Bolshevescent by Peter Gizzi
You stand far from the crowd, adjacent to power
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Bomb Crater Sky by Lam Thi My Da
They say that you, a road builder
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Bond and Free by Robert Frost
Love has earth to which she clings
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Bone by Claudia Emerson
It was first dark when the plow turned it up.
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Bone & Silence by Gerald Fleming
A long time passes—long even in the understanding of stone
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Bone Song by Tom Lavazzi
It doesn’t turn anymore
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Book 1, Ode 5, [To Pyrrha] by Horace
What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
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Book 4, Ode 1, [To Venus] by Horace
Venus, again thou mov'st a war
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Book Loaned to Tom Andrews by Bobby C. Rogers
I'd already found out that one of the secrets to happiness was never loan your
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Books by Gerald Stern
How you loved to read in the snow and when your
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Boreal by Andrew Joron
Across the stiffening pond, your steps
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Born Late by David Dodd Lee
A block of soap
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Born Today by Anselm Hollo
is to be one to the one
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Borrowed Dress by Cathy Colman
He left the room, assured of his immortality--
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Boston by Aaron Smith
I've been meaning to tell
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Botanica by Eve Alexandra
They are everywhere--those sunflowers with the coal heart center
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Brad Pitt by Aaron Smith
With cotton candy armpits and sugary
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Brahma by Ralph Waldo Emerson
If the red slayer think he slays
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Break of Day by John Donne
Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
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Break, Break, Break by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Break, break, break
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Breakfast by Minnie Bruce Pratt
Rush hour, and the short order cook lobs breakfast
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Breaking Across Us Now by Katie Ford
I began to see things in parts again
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Breathing by Josephine Dickinson
As I walk up the rise into the silence of snow, in the sough of brittle snowflakes
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Brief Lives [excerpt] by Ken Chen
Love, accepting that we are not pure and lucent hearts, ricocheting towards
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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
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Bright Felon DVD Extra/Alternate Ending by Kazim Ali
In the convicted evening I am a victor struck loose and restless
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Bright Star by John Keats
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
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Broadway by Mark Doty
Under Grand Central's tattered vault
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Brooklyn Anchorage by Lisa Jarnot
and at noon I will fall in love
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Brown of Ossawatomie by John Greenleaf Whittier
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day
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Buddha with a Cell Phone by David Romtvedt
The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside
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Buddhist Barbie by Denise Duhamel
In the 5th century B.C.
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Buffalo Bill 's by E. E. Cummings
Buffalo Bill 's
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Bulb Planting Time by Edgar Guest
Last night he said the dead were dead
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Bullfight critics ranked in rows [excerpt] by Domingo Ortega
Bullfight critics ranked in rows
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Burial Practice by Srikanth Reddy
Then the pulse.
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Burn by Mark Turcotte
Back when I used to be Indian
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Burning of the Three Fires by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
I set the cookbook on fire
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Burning the Fields by Linda Bierds
In the windless late sunlight of August
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Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Make me a grave where'er you will,
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But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light by Richard Crashaw
The world's light shines, shine as it will
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Butterfly Catcher by Tina Cane
In the Sixties
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Buying Stock by Denise Duhamel
I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on.
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By Night with Torch and Spear by Timothy Donnelly
That fire at the mouth of the flare stack rising
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By ways remote and distant waters sped (101) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
By ways remote and distant waters sped,
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