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Madam and Her Madam by Langston Hughes
I worked for a woman,
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Madam and the Phone Bill by Langston Hughes
You say I O.K.ed
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Madrigal by Mary Leader
How the tenor warbles in April!
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Magdalena Remembering by Maureen Gibbon
When I was young my body was money
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maggie and milly and molly and may by E. E. Cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
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Majung Village by Ko Un
Over the steep, panting hills where
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Making a Fist by Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
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Making the Bed by Burt Kimmelman
Summer country. In the morning the leaves
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Mama's Promise by Marilyn Nelson
I have no answer to the blank inequity
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Mama, Come Back by Nellie Wong
Mama, come back.
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Mambo by Jaime Manrique
Against a topaz sky / Contra un cielo topacio
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Mamma didn't raise no fools by Rebecca Wolff
He died before we could honor
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Man and Camel by Mark Strand
On the eve of my fortieth birthday
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Man and Wife by Robert Lowell
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;
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Man Carrying Thing by Wallace Stevens
The poem must resist the intelligence
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Man in Clown Outfit by Gretchen Mattox
He's waving a plastic pointer, stiff flag enter lot here, parking
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Man of the Year by Robin Becker
My father tells the story of his life
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Mannahatta by Walt Whitman
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
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Mars Being Red by Marvin Bell
Being red is the color of a white sun where it lingers
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Mary's Duties by Lola Haskins
He is rid away to the tenant farms
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Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale
Mary had a little lamb,
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Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus [excerpt] by Denise Levertov
Praise the wet snow
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Mastectomy by Wanda Coleman
the fall of
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May by Kirmen Uribe
Look. May has come in
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May Day by Phillis Levin
I've decided to waste my life again,
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Maybe He’s Grateful but Get Out of His Way by Deborah Keenan
The Siberian tiger leaps from the back of the truck
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Me in Paradise by Brenda Shaughnessy
Oh, to be ready for it, unfucked, ever-fucked
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Meaningful Love by John Ashbery
What the bad news was
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Meat by August Kleinzahler
How much meat moves
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Meditations in an Emergency by Frank O'Hara
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde
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Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays by Charles Reznikoff
The solid houses in the mist
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Medusa by Patricia Smith
Poseidon was easier than most.
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Medusa by Frieda Hughes
She is the gypsy
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Meeting Again, After Heine by Susan Wheeler
The moon rose like a blooming flower
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Meeting at Night by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land
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Memorandum by Durs Grünbein
Everything continues much as before, especially the war
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Memorial Day for the War Dead by Yehuda Amichai
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
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Memories of West Street and Lepke by Robert Lowell
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
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Mending Wall by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
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Mennonites by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
We keep our quilts in closets and do not dance
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Merciles Beaute by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your yën two wol sle me sodenly
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Mercury Dressing by J. D. McClatchy
To steal a glance and, anxious, see
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Mermaid Song by Kim Addonizio
Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself
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Metamorphosis VIII, 611-724 by Ovid
THUS Achelous ends: his audience hear
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Metaphors of a Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
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Metropolitan Nightmare by Stephen Vincent Benét
It rained a lot that spring. You woke in the morning
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Mica Schist by Anne Pierson Wiese
St. Nicholas Park in Harlem is one of few spots
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Michael's Wine by Sandra Alcosser
Winter again and we want
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Migrating Birds by Mónica de la Torre
Victor got a real sense of power
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Milton by David Groff
Not the poet—though yes,
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Milton [excerpt] by William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
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Minerva Jones by Edgar Lee Masters
I am Minerva, the village poetess,
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Miniver Cheevy by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
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Minor Miracle by Marilyn Nelson
Which reminds me of another knock-on-wood
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Mint by Elaine Terranova
Already, we'd be driving past
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Mirabeau Bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
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Miracle Fair by Wislawa Szymborska
Commonplace miracle
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Miracle Ice Cream by Adrienne Rich
Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
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Miracles by Walt Whitman
Why, who makes much of a miracle
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Misconceptions of Childhood by Celia Bland
My father was a sidewise Jack,
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Miss Congeniality by Maxine Chernoff
Even as an embryo, she made room for "the other guy." Slick and
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miss rosie by Lucille Clifton
when I watch you
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Missing Is a Stimulant by Jeff Clark
a circuit, bled memory
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Mixed Mode by Geoffrey G. O'Brien
The experience of leaving
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Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney
It's autumn in the country I remember
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Mole by Wyatt Prunty
For weeks he’s tunneled his intricate need
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Momentum by Catherine Doty
Your friends won’t try to talk you out of the barrel
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Mongrel Death Blues by Joshua Weiner
What's that behind my back?
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Monkeys by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
In another jungle the monkeys fret
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Monologue for an Onion by Suji Kwock Kim
I don't mean to make you cry.
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Monument by Brian Culhane
Of that year I remember the soft gauzy
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Moon Gathering by Eleanor Wilner
And they will gather by the well,
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Moonrise by H. D.
Will you glimmer on the sea?
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MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE DESIGN OF CITIES WILL BE THE DESIGN OF THEIR DECAY by Tessa Rumsey
Where did you grow, before your roots took hold in the garden?
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Moreover, the Moon --- by Mina Loy
Face of the skies
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Morning in the Burned House by Margaret Atwood
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
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Morning News by Marilyn Hacker
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
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Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
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Mortal Limit by Robert Penn Warren
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
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Mosquito by Myronn Hardy
She visits me when the lights are out,
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Moss Retains Moisture by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman
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Mostly Mick Jagger by Catie Rosemurgy
Thank god he stuck his tongue out.
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Mother by Herman de Coninck
What you do with time
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Mother Doesn't Want a Dog by Judith Viorst
Mother doesn't want a dog.
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Mother Night by James Weldon Johnson
Eternities before the first-born day
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Mother o' Mine by Rudyard Kipling
If I were hanged on the highest hill
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Mottled Tuesday by John Ashbery
Something was about to go laughably wrong
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Mound Digger by Sarah Lindsay
This mound of dirt and the summer are heirs to transfer
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Mountain Time [excerpt] by Kathryn Stripling Byer
Up here in the mountains
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Mr. Flood's Party by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
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Mr. Grumpledump's Song by Shel Silverstein
Everything's wrong,
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Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern by David McCord
Mr. Macklin takes his knife
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Mummy of a Lady Named Jemutesonekh
XXI Dynasty by Thomas James
My body holds its shape. The genius is intact
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Murray Dreaming by Stephen Edgar
It's not the sharks
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Muse by Meena Alexander
I was young when you came to me.
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Muse, a Lady Cautioning by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
There's fairness in changing blood for septet's
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Museum by Glyn Maxwell
Sundays, like a stanza break
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Museum Guard by David Hernandez
My condolences to the man dressed
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My Aunts by Adam Zagajewski
Always caught up in what they called
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My Autopsy (Excerpt) by Michael Dickman
There is a way
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My Brother's Mirror by Donald Platt
At eight years old my brother born with Down syndrome
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My Century by Alan Feldman
The year I was born the atomic bomb went off
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My Daughter's First Week by Gennady Aygi
the quietness / where the child is--seems uneven
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my dream about being white by Lucille Clifton
hey music and me only white
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My Father Is a Retired Magician by Ntozake Shange
my father is a retired magician
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my father moved through dooms of love by E. E. Cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
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My Father on His Shield by Walt McDonald
Shiny as wax, the cracked veneer Scotch-taped
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My Father Told Us Stories. . . by Eula Biss
My father told us stories every night about strange little animals
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My Father's Geography by Afaa M. Weaver
I was parading the Côte d'Azur,
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My Father's Hat by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
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My Father's Leaving by Ira Sadoff
When I came back, he was gone
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My First Memory (of Librarians) by Nikki Giovanni
This is my first memory
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My Friend Tree by Lorine Niedecker
My friend tree / I sawed you down
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My Friends by W. S. Merwin
My friends without shields walk on the target
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My Grandma's Love Letters by Hart Crane
There are no stars tonight
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My Grandmother's White Cat by Maurice Kilwein Guevara
When fiber-optic, sky blue hair became the fashion, my father began the
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My Great Great Etc. Uncle Patrick Henry by James Tate
There's a fortune to be made in just about everything
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My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
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My hero bares his nerves by Dylan Thomas
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
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My House, I Say by Robert Louis Stevenson
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
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My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
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My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
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My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close
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My Life's Calling by Deborah Digges
My life's calling, setting fires
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My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Often I think of the beautiful town
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
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My Mojave by Donald Revell
Sha- / Dow,
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My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand
When the moon appears
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My Mother Would Be a Falconress by Robert Duncan
My mother would be a falconress,
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My Mother's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
The rabbi doesn't say she was sly and peevish
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My Parents Have Come Home Laughing by Mark Jarman
My parents have come home laughing
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My Philosophy of Life by John Ashbery
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough
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My Picture Left in Scotland by Ben Jonson
I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
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My Psychic by James Kimbrell
has a giant hand
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My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
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My Shoes by Charles Simic
Shoes, secret face of my inner life
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My Sin by M. L. Liebler
He came to me
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My Sister's Funeral by Gerald Stern
Since there was no mother for the peach tree we did it
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My Soul by Ember Ward
Sometimes / When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
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My Star by Robert Browning
All, that I know
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My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
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