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Cézanne by Alfred Kreymborg
Our door was shut to the noon-day heat
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Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg
It's going to come out all right—do you know
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Cachoeira by Marilyn Nelson
We slept, woke, breakfasted, and met the man
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Caesarion by C. P. Cavafy
In part to verify a date
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Caged Bird by Matthew J. Spireng
Some believe there's somewhere in the brain
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Calamus [In Paths Untrodden] by Walt Whitman
In paths untrodden
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California Plush by Frank Bidart
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles
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Call Me Ishmael by Jackson Mac Low
Circulation. And long long
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Called into Play by A. R. Ammons
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
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calles de los dolores y trastorno de tensión postraumática by Barbara Jane Reyes
your methods are unacceptable
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Cameo One by Michael McClure
WE HAVE GONE
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Can You Feel the Native American in Me by M. L. Smoker
We pull into dirt driveway
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Canon 501 by Brian Swann
The song was moist, filing away
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Canto I by Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
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Canto XIV by Ezra Pound
Io venni in luogo d'ogni luce muto
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canvas and mirror by Evie Shockley
self-portrait with cats, with purple, with stacks
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Canzone Delle Preposizioni by Caroline Knox
I packed up the books: Under
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Cape Coast Castle by Yusef Komunyakaa
I made love to you, & it loomed there
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Carentan O Carentan by Louis Simpson
Trees in the old days used to stand
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Caribbean Marsh by Muna Lee
Acres of mangrove, crowding the sea-streaked marsh
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Carmel Point by Robinson Jeffers
The extraordinary patience of things!
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Carpe Diem by Robert Frost
Age saw two quiet children
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Carrefour by Amy Lowell
O You
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Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
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Carrowmore by Lucie Brock-Broido
All about Carrowmore the lambs
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Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
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Catastrophe Theory II by Mary Jo Bang
The foot goes forward, yes
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Catastrophe Theory III by Mary Jo Bang
Now we sit and play with a tiny toy
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Catch a Little Rhyme by Eve Merriam
Once upon a time
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Celestial by Tina Chang
When everything was accounted for
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Celia by Lola Ridge
Cherry, cherry
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Cement Guitar by Michael Carlson
All morning I've remembered St. Ignacio's bruise,
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Central Park, Carousel by Meena Alexander
June already, it's your birth month,
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Ceriserie by Joshua Clover
Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out
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Cerrada Medellin Blues (First Solo) [1st Chorus] by Jack Kerouac
Even when I was a little boy
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Challenger by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
pretty's just armor
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Chance by Molly Peacock
may favor obscure brainy aptitudes in you
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Change in the Grove of Chickadees by Lesle Lewis
Happy for nothing, we could be with no dinner to cook
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Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart by Sarah Getty
sits with a small smile, watching
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Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy
That night your great guns, unawares,
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Chansons Innocentes: I by E. E. Cummings
in Just-
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Chaos is the New Calm by Wyn Cooper
Chaos is the new calm
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Chaplinesque by Hart Crane
We make our meek adjustments,
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Charity by Archibald MacLeish
Since my Beloved chambered me
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Charity Must Abide Call for Ancient Occupation by Susan Wheeler
Red barn, still house, shimmering heat
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Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point by Stephen Dunn
From her window marshland stretched for miles.
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Chateau If by Peter Gizzi
f love if then if now if the flowers of if the conditional
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Checkmate by Lucio Mariani
I was born in Rockaway, below Brooklyn, on a strip
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Cherries in the Snow by Richard Jones
My mother never appeared in public
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Cherry Blossom Storm by Henri Cole
Draping my body in the usual sterile manner
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Cherry Tomatoes by Sandra Beasley
Little bastards of vine
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Chester by John Koethe
Another day, which is usually how they come
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Chicago by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
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Children in a Field by Angela Shaw
They don't wade in so much as they are taken
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Children of Our Era by Wislawa Szymborska
We are children of our era
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Chita Ground by Sandra Doller
The blazes mine
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Choose Life by André Breton
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Chorus from Oedipus at Colonos by Anthony Hecht
What is unwisdom but the lusting after
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Christabel [excerpt] by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Beneath the lamp the lady bowed
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Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand
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Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
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Christmas Trees by Robert Frost
The city had withdrawn into itself
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Christmas: 1915 by Percy MacKaye
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
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Chronicle of the Rain by Rafael Pérez Estrada
One of her nipples was red, tepid, carnal; the other, blue, looked
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Chrysalis by Joan Murray
It's mid-September, and in the Magic Wing Butterfly Conservancy
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Churchgoing by Marilyn Nelson
The Lutherans sit stolidly in rows;
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Churst Apollo by Joyce James
Think on it!
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Cicada by John Blair
A youngest brother turns seventeen with a click as good as a roar,
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City That Does Not Sleep by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
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Cityscape 1 by Pablo Medina
Let the aroma of need
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Civilization by Carl Phillips
There's an art
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Cleanliness is next to godliness by Nin Andrews
Grandma always said
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Clementene by Jane Cooper
I always thought she was white, I thought she was an Indian
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Clouds by Christina Rossetti
White sheep, white sheep
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Coach Losing His Daughter by Jack Ridl
She stares at his players
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Coastal Plain by Kathryn Stripling Byer
The only clouds
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Coat by Peg Boyers
At eleven I learned to lie.
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Cockroaches: Ars Poetica by Chad Davidson
They know that death is merely of the body
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Coda by Marilyn Hacker
Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not
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Coffee and Oranges by Joel Brouwer
The music on TV turned gloomy. Sharks
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Cognitive Deficit Market by Joshua Corey
She has forgotten what she forgot
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Cold Morning by Eamon Grennan
Through an accidental crack in the curtain
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Color - Caste - Denomination - (970) by Emily Dickinson
Color - Caste - Denomination
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Colosseum by Katie Ford
I stared at the ruin, the powder of the dead
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Come Slowly—Eden (211) by Emily Dickinson
Come slowly—Eden
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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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Come, said my Soul by Walt Whitman
Come, said my Soul
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Comet Hyakutake by Arthur Sze
Comet Hyakutake's tail stretches for 360 million miles
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Coming Close by Philip Levine
Take this quiet woman, she has been
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Coming to That by Dorothea Tanning
"If it comes to that," he said, "there'll be no
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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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Company of Moths by Michael Palmer
We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text
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Compendium of Lost Objects by Nicole Cooley
Not the butterfly wing, the semiprecious stones
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Complaint by William Carlos Williams
They call me and I go
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Complaint by William Logan
The faucets squeeze
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Complete Destruction by William Carlos Williams
It was an icy day
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Completely Friday by Luis García Montero
By the detergents and dish soap
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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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Compulsively Allergic to the Truth by Jeffrey McDaniel
I'm sorry I was late
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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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Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood
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Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
And there are days when storms hover
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Confetti Allegiance: Love Letter to Jim Brodey by CAConrad
Is there a deceased poet who was alive in your lifetime but you never met
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Consider the Hands that Write This Letter by Aracelis Girmay
Consider the hands
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Consolation Miracle by Chad Davidson
In the pewless church of San Juan Chula
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Constellations by Steven Heighton
After bedtime the child climbed on her dresser
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Continued by Piotr Sommer
Nothing will be the same as it was
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Continuities by Walt Whitman
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost
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Continuity by A. R. Ammons
I've pressed so
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Conversation (I) by Novica Tadić
A two-legged bag
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Conversion by Lise Goett
All day, we loitered at the throat of the penny arcade
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Copperheads by E. M. Schorb
Vanish these walls, vanish this wealth, with visionary eyes that see
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Corinna's Going a-Maying by Robert Herrick
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
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Coronach by Sir Walter Scott
He is gone on the mountain
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Correction by Carl Adamshick
Last week the caption
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corydon & alexis, redux by D. A. Powell
and yet we think that song outlasts us all: wrecked devotion
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Countess Lethargy by Terese Svoboda
Dogs slink around her bed in hunger
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Counting by Douglas Goetsch
I'd walk close to buildings counting
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Counting What the Cactus Contains by Pattiann Rogers
Elf owl, cactus wren, fruit flies incubating
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Country Fair by Charles Simic
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
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Couple Sharing a Peach by Molly Peacock
It's not the first time
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Court Gestures [excerpt] by Kristi Maxwell
CHIP – CHIRP / WAXY / KIT / MEND
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Cousin Nancy by T.S. Eliot
Miss Nancy Ellicott
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Couture by Mark Doty
Peony silks
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Cracked Ice by Julie Sheehan
When I return, I'll come in clapboard, stained
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Cradle Song by William Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
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Craftsman of Wine Bowls by C. P. Cavafy
On this wine bowl of pure silver
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Crannóg by Moya Cannon
Where an ash bush grows in the lake
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Creation by Kendel Hippolyte
For days, weeks at a time, i lose whatever it is
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Creation Myths by John Koethe
Some have the grandeur of architecture
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Credible Information, 1999 - 2003 by Mark Pawlak
At the wedding of Prince Edward and Sophie Rhys-Jones
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Credo by Matthew Rohrer
I believe there is something else
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Credo by Andrew Zawacki
You say wind is only wind
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Crocus by Alfred Kreymborg
When trees have lost remembrance of the leaves
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman
Flood-tide below me! I watch you face to face
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Crossing the Bar by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star
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Crossings by Ravi Shankar
Between forest and field, a threshold
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Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
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crossword by Valzhyna Mort
a woman moves through dog rose and juniper bushes
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Crowds Surround Us by Tom Thompson
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Culture by Aharon Shabtai
The mark of Cain won't sprout
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Curriculum Vitae by Lisel Mueller
I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea.
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Curse by Pablo Neruda
Furrowed motherland, I swear that in your ashes
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Curse of the Cat Woman by Edward Field
It sometimes happens
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Curse One: The Wraith by Cynthia Huntington
You are a small shape of death crouched among leaves.
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Curtains by Ruth Stone
Putting up new curtains
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Custom by Rae Armantrout
We maintain a critical distance
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Cut Off the Ears of Winter by Peter Covino
Cut off the ears of winter
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cutting greens by Lucille Clifton
curling them around
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Cycle of Sounds by Susan Hahn
Hickory, dickory, dock--
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