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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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Nearly a Valediction by Marilyn Hacker
You happened to me. I was happened to
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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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Noël by Anne Porter
When snow is shaken
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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 by Wayne Miller
Tonight all the leaves are paper spoons
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Nocturne: Georgia Coast by Daniel Whitehead Hicky
The shrimping boats are late today;
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Noisetone by Barbara Guest
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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 in That Drawer by Ron Padgett
Nothing in that drawer
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Nothing Is Lost by Lucyna Prostko
She would emerge from nightmares
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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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November Night by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen
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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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