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Packet by Jamie Ross
A green light that comes
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Page 1 / Sapphire's lyre styles by Harryette Mullen
Sapphire's lyre styles
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Page 22 / oh lucky me by Frances Chung
oh lucky me
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Page 34 / if your complexion is a mess by Harryette Mullen
if your complexion is a mess
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Page 35 / the essence lady by Harryette Mullen
the essence lady
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Page 39 / arrives early for the date by Harryette Mullen
arrives early for the date
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Page 5 / sun goes on shining by Harryette Mullen
sun goes on shining
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Page 65 / Riding the subway is an adventure by Frances Chung
Riding the subway is an adventure
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Page 72 / mister arty martyr by Harryette Mullen
mister arty martyr
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Painters by Muriel Rukeyser
In the cave with a long-ago flare
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Painting by Moonlight by Medbh McGuckian
It was a bright inviting, freely formed
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Palea by Tory Dent
Only my mouth taking you in, the greenery splayed deep green.
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Panther by Ned O'Gorman
When the panther came
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Panty Raid by Terri Ford
It is 1974 and out the institutional open windows
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Parable with Broken Frame by John Peck
An old architect at a littered worktable
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Parallel Paths by Kevin Clark
Today you're lucky, in love with your wife
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Paraphrases by Roy Fisher
Dear Mr Fisher I am writing
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Parent's Pantoum by Carolyn Kizer
Where did these enormous children come from,
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Parents by William Meredith
What it must be like to be an angel
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Parker's Mountain by Kate Knapp Johnson
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summer
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Parking Lot by Stephen Sandy
Hard to believe the racket geese make, squabbling,
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Parole Hearing by Idra Novey
And they searched her voice, heard the lurch of a bus into the deep muck of a field
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Parowan Canyon by David Lee
When granite and sandstone begin to blur
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Part by Phillis Levin
Of something, separate, not
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Part of Eve's Discussion by Marie Howe
It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand
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Parting [/Beachfront/] by Thalia Field
sand's infinitely solid, infinitely wide
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Passage by Eve Alexandra
Tiny jewels of sand and salt spill from her mouth
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Passage I by Maureen N. McLane
little moth
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Passage to India by Walt Whitman
Singing my days
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Passerby, These are Words by Yves Bonnefoy
Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading
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Passing by Carl Phillips
When the Famous Black Poet speaks,
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Passing Through Albuquerque by John Balaban
At dusk, by the irrigation ditch
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Passover by Mary Rose O'Reilley
I know we are bound to the earth
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Past Light by Pimone Triplett
Within reach of sex but not yet
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Pastoral by Emily Wilson
The mordants in their noise
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Pastoral by Jennifer Chang
Something in the field is
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Patience by Kay Ryan
Patience is
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Patriotics by David Baker
Yesterday a little girl got slapped to death by her daddy,
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Patsy Sees a Ghost by Lola Haskins
I'm crossing the river where it narrows,
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Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
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Peace by Henry Vaughan
My soul, there is a country
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Peace by Leslie Ullman
Keep your voice down, my husband
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Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut
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Peace on Earth by William Carlos Williams
The Archer is wake
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Peace, after Long Madness by Ned O'Gorman
After a long madness peace is an assassin
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Pear Tree by H. D.
Silver dust
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Penelope Considers a New Do by Jehanne Dubrow
The magazines declare: Don't ever cut your hair just after breaking up
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People by Aaron Fogel
The word has been spelled
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People in the Wind by Margot Farrington
Inside the wood stove the smith steadies
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Perfect Woman by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
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Pericardium by Joanna Klink
Am I not alone, as I thought I was, as I thought
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Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück
In the first version, Persephone...
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Persephone, Falling by Rita Dove
One narcissus among the ordinary beautiful
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Personal Poem by Frank O'Hara
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Personals by C. D. Wright
Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth
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Peyote Poem [excerpt] by Michael McClure
Clear — the senses bright — sitting in the black chair — Rocker
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Phantom Noise by Brian Turner
There is this ringing hum this
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Phases by Michael Redhill
Watching the garden winter under the moon,
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Photo of Home From Home by Richard Deutch
I used to leave this granite house
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Photograph of People Dancing in France by Leslie Adrienne Miller
It's true that you don't know them--nor do I
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Photographing Aspirations by Les Murray
Fume-glossed, unbearably shrill
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Phyllis by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Piano by D. H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me
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Piazza Gimma by Fabio Mórabito
I spy on the building
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Pica by Jennifer Perrine
This is how clay becomes flesh: dirt and grit
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Picking Up by Evelyn Duncan
During the depression
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Pickle Belt by Theodore Roethke
The fruit rolled by all day.
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Picture-books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes
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Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things--
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Pietà by Steve Scafidi
Before she is turned away
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Pigeons at Dawn by Charles Simic
Extraordinary efforts are being made
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Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey
Here, the Mississippi carved
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Pillow by Li-Young Lee
There's nothing I can't find under there
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Pink Diapers by Donna Brook
During my Joe McCarthy childhood
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Pirate Story by Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
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Placements I: "The New Wilderness" by Clayton Eshleman
Anguish, a door, Le Portel, the body bent over jagged rock,
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Plague of Dead Sharks by Alan Dugan
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes
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Playgrounds by Laurence Alma-Tadema
In summer I am very glad
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playing with fire by Evie Shockley
something is always burning, passion
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please advise stop [I might travel his death a creaking and swaying beneath me stop] by Rusty Morrison
I might travel his death a creaking and swaying beneath me stop
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please advise stop [I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop] by Rusty Morrison
I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop
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please advise stop [my father's dying makes stairs of every line of text seeming neither to go up or down stop] by Rusty Morrison
my father's dying makes stairs of every line of text seeming neither to go up or down stop
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please advise stop [the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father's arm stop] by Rusty Morrison
the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father's arm stop
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Pledge by Elizabeth Powell
Republic, your cool hands / On my schoolgirl shoulders.
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pleiades choreographic [excerpt] by Meredith Stricker
The theme is forgiveness, the theme is justice
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Plums by Catherine Savage Brosman
They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue
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Plural Happiness by David Rivard
A curtain bellying like a pregnant cloud, warm white
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Po' Boy Blues by Langston Hughes
When I was home de
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Pocket Vampire by Dorothy Barresi
I reconcile myself to need
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Pockets by Howard Nemerov
Are generally over or around
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Poem by Michael McClure
I wanted to turn to electricity--I
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Poem by Michael McClure
Linked part to part, toe to knee, eye to thumb
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Poem by Alice Notley
Why do I want to tell it
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Poem by Alice Notley
You hear that heroic big land music
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Poem by Alice Notley
St. Mark's Place caught at night in hot summer
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Poem by Susan Wheeler
Green is the false nettle
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Poem by Charles Bernstein
here. Forget
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Poem by Rachel Zucker
The other day Matt Rohrer said
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Poem by Matthew Rohrer
You called, you’re on the train, on Sunday
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Poem 1 by Edmund Spenser
Ye learned sisters which haue oftentimes
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Poem at Thirty by Michael Ryan
The rich little kids across the street
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Poem Beginning with a Line by John Ashbery by Randall Mann
Jealousy. Whispered weather reports
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Poem for Adlai Stevenson and Yellow Jackets by David Young
It's summer, 1956, in Maine, a camp resort
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Poem for Jack Spicer by Matthew Zapruder
It's the start of baseball season
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Poem for Larry Craig by Kenneth Goldsmith
Am I going to have to fight you in court?
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Poem for Pancho Gonzales by Leroy V. Quintana
This was the world of white lines, a game
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Poem for the Wheat Penny (1909-1958) by Judith Hall
O beautiful
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Poem for Wisconsin by Matthew Zapruder
In Milwaukee it is snowing
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Poem In Which Words Have Been Left Out by Charles Jensen
You have the right to remain
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Poem With Wisteria Growing Along its Margin by Gerry LaFemina
The five cool stars above this town look down
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Poem [Daniel Boone] by William Carlos Williams
Daniel Boone, the father of Kentucky
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Poem [Lana Turner has collapsed!] by Frank O'Hara
Lana Turner has collapsed!
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Poem [on getting a card] by William Carlos Williams
on getting a card
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Poem [song birds take a bath in our elephant pool] by Bernadette Mayer
song birds take a bath in our elephant pool
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Poem [Your breath was shed] by Dylan Thomas
Your breath was shed
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Poems by Rabindranath Tagore
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not
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Poems Done on a Late Night Car by Carl Sandburg
I am The Great White Way of the city
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Poems for Blok, 1 by Marina Tsvetaeva
Your name is a--bird in my hand
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Poet as Immortal Bird by Ron Padgett
A second ago my heart thump went
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Poet's Work by Lorine Niedecker
Grandfather
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Poetry by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond
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Poetry Anonymous by Prageeta Sharma
Do not fall in love with a poet
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Poetry Is a Destructive Force by Wallace Stevens
That's what misery is
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Poets Eleven Poem by Jack Hirschman
Between the page with the heart
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Politics Last Summer by Richard Shelton
The pederasts were pederasting
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Ponies by Spencer Reece
I remember the ponies in the distance
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Poppies by Henri Cole
Waking from comalike sleep, I saw the poppies
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Poppies by Sandra McPherson
Orange is the single-hearted color. I remember
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Populating Heaven by Maureen N. McLane
If we belonged
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Porcelain by Carl Phillips
As when a long forgetfulness lifts suddenly, and what
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Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser
The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun
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Portland Taxis by Michael Benedikt
If were on Mars, and wanted to get back-to-home, I would
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Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea
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Portrait in Georgia by Jean Toomer
Hair--braided chestnut,
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Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
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Portrait of Dido Elizabeth Belle Lindsay, Great-Niece of Lord Mansfield, and Her Cousin, Lady Elizabeth Murray, c. 1779 (by unknown artist) by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
Dido moves quickly
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Portrait of God on Work Release by Peter Jay Shippy
I walk in the park
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Portrait of Madame Monet on Her Deathbed by Mary Rose O'Reilley
He will paint her again as grain
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Posited by James McMichael
That as all parts of it
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Possessiveness by Wayne Koestenbaum
the atonality of folded underwear
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Possum Crossing by Nikki Giovanni
Backing out the driveway
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Post-Modernism by James Galvin
A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped
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Postcard from Rockport by April Lindner
Cold as a slap, this indigo sea
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Postcard from Searsburg by Wyn Cooper
What was it you wanted he calls out the door
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Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea by Cecilia Woloch
I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples
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Posthumous Remorse by Charles Baudelaire
When you go to sleep, my gloomy beauty
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Postpartum by Hiromi Itō
Childbirth was not dying nor defecating
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Potentially Interesting & Secretly Devastating by Tina Brown Celona
is never to give away your secrets
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Practice by Ellen Bryant Voigt
To weep unbidden, to wake
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Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander
Each day we go about our business
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Prayer by Jorie Graham
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
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Prayer by Liz Waldner
If I were in a book it would be the book
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Prayer by H. D.
White, O white face
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Prayer for My Unborn Niece or Nephew by Ross Gay
Today, November 28th, 2005, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Prayer for Sleep by Cheryl Dumesnil
The chiropractor sent me home
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Prayer for the Man Who Mugged My Father, 72 by Charles Harper Webb
May there be an afterlife
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Prayer To Escape The East by Christopher Buckley
Ash ascending the altitudes of dawn--
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Prayer to Shadows on My Wall by Mark McMorris
Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh
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Prayers of Steel by Carl Sandburg
Lay me on an anvil, O God
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Prefix: Finding the measure by Robert Kelly
Finding the measure is finding the mantram
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Preliminary Report from the Committee on Appropriate Postures for the Suffering by Jon Davis
We who wear clean socks and shoes are tired
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Presbyopia by Sarah Getty
Old eyes, but wiser, says the Greek. You lose sight of guide-
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Primogeniture by Julie Agoos
Someone put that basket under the dresser
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Private Eye Lettuce by Richard Brautigan
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
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Problems with Hurricanes by Victor Hernández Cruz
A campesino looked at the air
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Proclamation by Stuart Dischell
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Proem by Octavio Paz
At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death
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Profile of the Night Heron by Anne Pierson Wiese
In the Brooklyn Botanic Garden the night
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Prologue by Judy Jordan
In winter’s spider-eyed light
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Prologue of the Earthly Paradise by William Morris
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing
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Promised Land Valley, June '73 by Alfred Corn
The lake at nightfall is less a lake
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Proverbs of Hell by William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy
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Providence by Natasha Trethewey
What's left is footage: the hours before
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Provisional by Catherine Bowman
When he procured her, she purveyed
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Psalm by George Oppen
In the small beauty of the forest
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Psalm by Judith Hall
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
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Psalm by Vanessa Place
(S) Being a good people, if we were wrong, we would change
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Psalm by Terri Ford
The Lord is my Arctic, my tube
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Psalm by Jonah Winter
Emptying the trash,
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psalm by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
I am not lyric any more
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Psalm by Joshua Weiner
When I sing to you I am alone these days
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Psalm of Home Redux by David Lee
Okay then, right here
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Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer
What are you thinking about?
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Public Transportation by Elaine Sexton
She is perfectly ordinary, a cashmere scarf
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Purgatorio by Peter Streckfus
Come to the surface of the screen with your piscine light
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Purgatory by Maxine Kumin
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua,
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Putting on My Face by Tada Chimako
Facing the mirror, I put on my face
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Pythagorean Silence [excerpt] by Susan Howe
age of earth and us all chattering
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