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Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
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Daffy Duck In Hollywood by John Ashbery
Something strange is creeping across me.
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Daily Life by Susan Wood
A parrot of irritation sits
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Dangerous Astronomy by Sherman Alexie
I wanted to walk outside and praise the stars,
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Dangerous for Girls by Connie Voisine
It was the summer of Chandra Levy, disappearing
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Daniel Boone by Stephen Vincent Benét
When Daniel Boone goes by, at night,
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Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams
If when my wife is sleeping
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Daphnis and Chloe by Haniel Long
You found it difficult to woo
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Dark Matter by Jack Myers
I've lived my life as if I were my wife
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Darkness by George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream
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Darwin's Finches by Deborah Digges
My mother always called it a nest
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Daughter-Mother-Maya-Seeta by Reetika Vazirani
To replay errors
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Daughters, 1900 by Marilyn Nelson
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch,
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Dawn by George Hitchcock
Clouds rise from their nests
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Dawn by James Laughlin
Often now as an old man
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Dawn Dreams by Rachel Hadas
Dreams draw near at dawn and then recede
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Day Job and Night Job by Andrew Hudgins
After my night job, I sat in class
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Day Lilies by Rosanna Warren
For six days, full-throated, they praised
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Day of the Refugios by Alberto Ríos
I was born in Nogales, Arizona,
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Daybreak by Daniel Halpern
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Days by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
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Days of Me by Stuart Dischell
When people say they miss me,
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Days of Rome by Gerard Malanga
Days of nothingness
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Dead Brother Super Hero by Michael Dickman
You don't have to
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Dead Center by Rachel Contreni Flynn
August in Indiana
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Dead Fires by Jessie Redmon Fauset
If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing
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Dead Horse by Thomas Lux
At the fence line, I was about to call him in when
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Dead Man, Thinking by Bruce Weigl
Snow geese in the light of morning sky
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Dead Straight by Olive Senior
I'm traveling back home to you but it's an omen
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Dear Empire [these are your temples] by Oliver de la Paz
These are your temples
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Dear George Bush by Kristin Prevallet
I am writing this letter just to inform you that the tide is turning.
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Dear Michael (2) by Mark McMorris
The wound cannot close; language is a formal exit
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Dear Migraine, by Gail Mazur
You're the shadow shadow lurking in me
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Dear Miss Emily by James Galvin
Dear Miss Emily
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Dear Pretty Youth by Thomas Shadwell
Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes
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Dear Tiara by Sean Thomas Dougherty
I dreamed I was a mannequin in the pawnshop window
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Dearest Reader by Michael Palmer
He painted the mountain over and over again
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Death as a Way of Life [It began:] by Anna Moschovakis
It began
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Death as a Way of Life [We wonder at our shifting capacities, keep] by Anna Moschovakis
We wonder at our shifting capacities, keep
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Death Barged In by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
In his Russian greatcoat
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Death Fugue by Paul Celan
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime
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Death in the Afternoon by Ángel González
Of the hundreds of deaths that inhabit me
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Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
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Death, Is All by Ana Božičević
I woke up real early to write about death (the lake through the trees) from
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December 2, 2002 by Juliana Spahr
As it happens every night
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December Moon by Brenda Hillman
Oak moon, reed moon
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deer & salt block by Joshua Marie Wilkinson
One boy is a liar & says there's a block of salt
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Deer Dancer by Joy Harjo
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the
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Deer Hit by Jon Loomis
You're seventeen and tunnel-vision drunk,
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Deer, 6:00 AM by Sarah Getty
The deer--neck not birch trunk, eyes
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Definitely by Mary Jo Bang
What is desire
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Delicate Cluster by Walt Whitman
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life
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Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dresse
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Delta Flight 659 by Denise Duhamel
I'm writing this on a plane, Sean Penn
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Demeter to Persephone by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
I watched you walking up out of that hole
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Demolition Derby by Mónica de la Torre
Sonya's so good that all the guys
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Demon and The Dove by Miguel Murphy
The psychotherapist has a sad dove
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Dependants by Paul Farley
How good we are for each other, walking through
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Derrick Poem (The Lost World) by Terrance Hayes
I take my $, buy a pair of very bright kicks for the game
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Descriptions of Heaven and Hell by Mark Jarman
The wave breaks
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Design by Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
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Design for a Silver Box in the Shape of a Melon, 1918 by Jonathan Thirkield
In sheet metal or silver shallows
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Designer Kisses by Major Jackson
I'm glum about your sportive flesh in the empire of blab
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Desolation of the Chimera by Luis Cernuda
The whole day's heat, distilled
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Detail of My Sort of Light by Ander Monson
Now I know that everything is a body
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Detail of Paradise by Jean Gallagher
Particularity evidently survives in paradise
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Detail of the Woods by Richard Siken
I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do
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Details for Paterson by William Carlos Williams
I just saw two boys
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Dialect of a Skirt by Erica Miriam Fabri
The young girl wanted a new voice. After all, people got
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Diamonds by Kathryn Stripling Byer
This, he said, giving the hickory leaf
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Diary by Deborah Bernhardt
The opposite of striking him
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Diary [Surface] by Rachel Zucker
Spring is not so very promising as it is the thing
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Did Not Come Back by Lucie Brock-Broido
In the roan hour between then & then again, the now, in the Babel
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Die Muhle Brennt--Richard by Richard Matthews
When the red chair suspended in air
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Difficult Body by Mark Wunderlich
A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi--
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Digging Potatoes, Sebago, Maine by Amy E. King
Summer squash and snap-beans gushed
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Dignity in the Home by Betsy Brown
All the chairs and the long brown couch just lay
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Directions for Lines that will Remain Unfinished by Sarah Messer
Line to be sewn into a skirt hem
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Directive by Robert Frost
Back out of all this now too much for us
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Directory of Obsolete Securities by Michael Teig
I could stay here humming
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Dirge by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
We do lie beneath the grass
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Discordants [Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket] by Conrad Aiken
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket
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Discourse by Forrest Hamer
And I said to him, we are continuous
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Disgust by Liam Rector
I was well towards the end
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Dishwater by Ted Kooser
Slap of the screen door, flat knock
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Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock by Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
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Dispatches from Devereux Slough by Mark Jarman
Highwayman of the air, coal-headed, darting
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Distance by John Boyle O'Reilly
The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide;
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Distinction by Claire Bateman
CONGRATULATIONS!
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Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
First having read the book of myths,
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Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
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Dolphin by Robert Lowell
My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,
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Domestic Mysticism by Lucie Brock-Broido
In thrice 10,000 seasons, I will come back to this world
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Donal Óg by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you
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Done With by Ann Stanford
My house is torn down--
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Donkey Carts and Desolation by Matthew Shenoda
Dilapidated clapboard shacks
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Dora Diller by Jack Prelutsky
"My stomach's full of butterflies!"
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Dot by Clayton Eshleman
Unicellular sac pressed
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Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight,
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Drawing from Life by Reginald Shepherd
Look: I am building absence
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Dream In Which I Meet Myself by Lynn Emanuel
Even the butter's a block of sleazy light. I see that first
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Dream of the Evil Servant by Reetika Vazirani
We kept war in the kitchen.
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Dream Song 1 by John Berryman
Huffy Henry hid the day,
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Dream Song 29 by John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
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Dream Song 4 by John Berryman
Filling her compact & delicious body
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Dream Variations by Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
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Dream-Land by Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely
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Dreams by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
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Dregs by César Vallejo
This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I
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Drench by Anne Stevenson
You sleep with a dream of summer weather
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Dressmaker by Éireann Lorsung
Nothing touches like tan velvet touches
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Driven across many nations (101) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Driven across many nations, across many oceans,
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Driven by a Strange Desire by Mónica de la Torre
When the sun turns gray and I become tired
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Driving in Circles with the Blind by Sandra McPherson
I have enough retablos of visions, ex-votos of rescues,
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driving to Vegas by Kirk Robertson
Tonopah's / the only place
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Drowsing over The Arabian Nights by Thomas Kinsella
I nodded. The books agree
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Drum by Philip Levine
In the early morning before the shop
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Drunken Winter by Joseph Ceravolo
Oak oak! like like
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Duality by Tina Chang
Perhaps I hold people to impossible ideals
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Duende by Tracy K. Smith
The earth is dry and they live wanting
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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks
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Dung Beetle by Doreen Gildroy
Be kind to me, a mess. I represent
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During Wind and Rain by Thomas Hardy
They sing their dearest songs
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Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
The way a crow
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Dusting by Marilyn Nelson
Thank you for these tiny
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Dutch Interiors by Jane Kenyon
Christ has been done to death
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