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Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico García Lorca
I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
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Garden Homage by Medbh McGuckian
Three windows are at work here, sophisticated
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Garden of Bees by Matthew Rohrer
The narcissus grows past
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Gardens of Sand and Cactus by Walt McDonald
My wife takes salt for starters, and rusted strands
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Gas Star by George Witte
Something coming down at night
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George Gray by Edgar Lee Masters
I have studied many times
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George Moses Horton, Myself by George Moses Horton
I feel myself in need
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Georgette by Erín Moure
Dignified is a heartsong here
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Get Used To It by Margaret Young
Wake up, even Monday the cup's still full
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Gettysburg by Herman Melville
O Pride of the days in prime of the months
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Ghazal of the Better-Unbegun by Heather McHugh
Too volatile, am I? too voluble? too much a word-person?
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Ghost by Paul Mariani
After so much time you think
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Ghost in the Land of Skeletons by Christopher Kennedy
If not for flesh's pretty paint
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Ghost Notes [excerpt] by Ralph Burns
Plumbline of disaster, shadow storage
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Ghost Story by Matthew Dickman
I remember telling the joke
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Ghosts That Need Reminding by Dana Levin
Through shattered glass and sheeted furniture, chicken
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Gic to Har by Kenneth Rexroth
It is late at night, cold and damp
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Girl by Eve Alexandra
Be careful if you take this flower into your house
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Gladdening by Jessie Haas
Feed them some small treat.
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Glen Uig by Richard Hugo
Believe in this couple this day who come
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Gloss by Angie Estes
My mother said that Uncle Fred had a purple
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Glut by Gerald Stern
The whole point was getting rid of glut
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Gnosis by Theodore Worozbyt
Turns out the radiologist didn't know thing one about radios
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Go Down, Death by James Weldon Johnson
Weep not, weep not,
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Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok
A few hours after Des Moines
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Go, lovely rose! by Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose!
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Gobbo Remembers His Youth by David Cappella
Let me tell you about suffering
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Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
Morning and evening
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God by Isaac Rosenberg
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
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God the Broken Lock by David Rivard
I've died enough by now I trust
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God Went to Beauty School by Cynthia Rylant
He went there to learn how
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God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
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God's World by Edna St. Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough
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Goddess of Maple at Evening by Chard deNiord
She breathed a chill that slowed the sap
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Gods by Michael Redhill
The gorse-edged trail, the path up through sheep laurel and sedge
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Going Down Hill on a Bicycle by Henry Charles Beeching
With lifted feet, hands still
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Going for Water by Robert Frost
The well was dry beside the door
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Going There by Jack Gilbert
Of course it was a disaster
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Gold by Donald Hall
Pale gold of the walls, gold
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Gold River by Catie Rosemurgy
The arch in the bridge. The moment of architecture
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Gold River Neck Riddle by Catie Rosemurgy
What is red and singing on the inside, gray and moaning on the outside?
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Goldfish Are Ordinary by Stacie Cassarino
At the pet store on Court Street
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Good Guests by Vern Rutsala
We sit in a room armored by light and surrounded
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Good Hair by Sherman Alexie
Hey, Indian boy, why (why!) did you slice off your braids?
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Good Night by Wilhelm Müller
I came as a stranger; as a stranger now I leave. The flowers of May once
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Gooseberry Season by Simon Armitage
Which reminds me. He appeared
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Gospel by Philip Levine
The new grass rising in the hills,
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Grace by Terence Winch
Didn’t know if he was a retard or a drunk
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Grace For a Child by Robert Herrick
Here, a little child I stand
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Grandfather Says by Ai
"Sit in my hand."
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Grandfather's Song by Nan Arbuckle
The Osage family moved slowly to the beat,
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Grandma Climbs by Philip Schultz
Grandma climbs a chair to yell at God for killing
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Grass by Carl Sandburg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
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Grasshopper by Ron Padgett
It's funny when the mind thinks about the psyche
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Graves We Filled Before the Fire by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Some lose children in lonelier ways
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Gravity and Center by Henri Cole
I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say
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Great God, I Ask Thee for No Meaner Pelf by Henry David Thoreau
Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
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Great Sleeps I Have Known by Robin Becker
Once in a cradle in Norway folded
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Greater Love by Wilfred Owen
Red lips are not so red
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Green by D. H. Lawrence
The dawn was apple-green
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Green Sees Things in Waves by August Kleinzahler
Green first thing each day sees waves—
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Green Shade by Henri Cole
With my head on his spotted back
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Greeter of Souls by Deborah Digges
Ponds are spring-fed, lakes run off rivers
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Gretel by Henrietta Goodman
In one version, the witch wins
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Grief Calls Us to the Things of This World by Sherman Alexie
The eyes open to a blue telephone
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Ground Swell by Mark Jarman
Is nothing real but when I was fifteen,
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Guanahani, 11 by Kamau Brathwaite
like the beginnings - o odales o adagios - of islands
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Guillaume Apollinaire by Gertrude Stein
Give known or pin ware
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Gulf War and Child: A Curse by Annie Finch
He is sleeping, his fingers curled,
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Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
You may talk o' gin an' beer
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