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N by Maurya Simon Noon. I can connect nothing with nothing.
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Naming by Nancy Mairs Let me tell you this once
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Narrow Flame by Linda Gregerson Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.
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Naskeag by Alfred Corn Once a day the rocks, with little warning—
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National Poetry Month by Elaine Equi When a poem / speaks by itself,
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Natural Causes by Mark Cox Because my son saw the round hay bales--
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Navigating in the Dark by Erik Campbell In this mining town in Papua the electricity
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Nearing Autobiography by Pattiann Rogers Those are my bones rifted
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Nearing Dawn by Jorie Graham Sunbreak. The sky opens its magazine. If you look hard
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Nelson, My Dog by Gary Soto Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur
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Never give all the heart by W. B. Yeats Never give all the heart, for love
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New Shoes by Honor Moore She wore them with silk and black sheers
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New York Notes by Harvey Shapiro Caught on a side street / in heavy traffic, I said
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Next Day by Randall Jarrell Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,
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Next Door by Joan Selinger Sidney Oaks drag alongside the road
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Niggerlips by Martín Espada Niggerlips was the high school name
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Night Air by C. Dale Young "If God is Art, then what do we make
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Night Funeral in Harlem by Langston Hughes Night funeral
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Night on the Great River [three translations] by Meng Hao-jan Steering my little boat towards a misty islet,
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Night Train Through Inner Mongolia by Anthony Piccione Now the child is a runny-nosed stranger
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Nights by Harvey Shapiro Drunk and weeping. It's another night
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Nightsong by Philip Booth Beside you
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Nikolaus Mardruz to his Master Ferdinand, Count of Tyrol, 1565 by Richard Howard My Lord recalls Ferrara? How walls
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No Palms by Dorothea Tanning No palms dolled up the tedium, no breathing wind.
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No Place Like Home by Stephen Cushman My ocean's the one bad weather blows out to.
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No Platonic Love by William Cartwright
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No world is intact by Alice Notley No world is intact
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No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
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Nocturne: Georgia Coast by Daniel Whitehead Hicky The shrimping boats are late today;
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Nomad Exquisite by Wallace Stevens As the immense dew of Florida
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North-Looking Room by Brad Leithauser In a seldom-entered attic
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Northern Pike by James Wright All right. Try this,
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14) by William Shakespeare Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
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Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself by Wallace Stevens At the earliest ending of winter
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Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55) by William Shakespeare Not marble nor the gilded monuments
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Not to Mention Love: A Heart for Patricia by David Clewell Not one more figure of speech, I promise,
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Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith Nobody heard him, the dead man,
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Notes for Canto CXX by Ezra Pound I have tried to write Paradise
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Notes from the Other Side by Jane Kenyon I divested myself of despair
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Notes on a Visit to Le Tuc D'Audoubert by Clayton Eshleman bundled by Tuc's tight jagged
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Notes on the Spring Holidays, III, [Hanukkah] by Charles Reznikoff In a world where each man must be of use
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Nothing But Death by Pablo Neruda There are cemeteries that are lonely,
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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold
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Nothing Stays Put by Amy Clampitt The strange and wonderful are too much with us.
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Nothing to Save by D. H. Lawrence There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
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Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska
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Nothing Ventured by Kay Ryan Nothing exists as a block
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Novel by Arthur Rimbaud No one's serious at seventeen.
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Now by Liam Rector Now I see it: a few years
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Now I Understand by Linda Gregg Something was pouring out. Filling the field
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Now that no one looking by Adam Kirsch Now that no one looking at the night
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Now Winter Nights Enlarge by Thomas Campion Now winter nights enlarge
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