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Rückenfigur by Susan Howe
Iseult stands at Tintagel
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r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r by E. E. Cummings
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
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R.I.P., My Love by Tory Dent
Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC
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R.S.V.P. by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
The road out front is all torn
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Rabbi Ben Ezra by Robert Browning
Grow old along with me!
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Radio Love Poem by Alison Townsend
The radio makes me nervous. But there was a time when I loved it, thir-
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Radio, Radio by Ben Doyle
In the middle of every field,
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Rain by Don Paterson
I love all films that start with rain:
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Rain by Claribel Alegría
As the falling rain / trickles among the stones
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Raising the Devil: A Legend of Cornelius Agrippa by Richard Harris Barham
'And hast thou nerve enough?' he said
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Ramallah by Bei Dao
in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky
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Rambling by Afaa M. Weaver
In general population, census
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Rape by Sondra Upham
I wake to a knife
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Raven's Last Dream by Red Hawk
Raven was in a deep sleep
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Raw Goods Inventory by Emily Rosko
Oh, clouds that do not look like cherubs, move over
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Read Your Fate by Charles Simic
A world's disappearing.
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Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet by Tony Hoagland
At this height, Kansas
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Reading Biographies by Gary Soto
Perhaps Frost was poking his secretary
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Reading Novalis in Montana by Melissa Kwasny
The dirt road is frozen. I hear the geese first in my lungs
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Readings in French by Larry Levis
Looking into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval
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Real Life by Lucie Brock-Broido
Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.
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Reality Series by Tina Cane
today
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Reapers by Jean Toomer
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
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Recession by Sydney Lea
A grotesquerie for so long we all ignored it
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Record by Katrina Vandenberg
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Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry
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Red and Blue Planets by Joni Wallace
What we're drawn to is proof enough
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Red Bank by Lesle Lewis
I wanted a horse
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Red Cloth by Jean Valentine
Red cloth
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Red Foxes [excerpt] by Robert McDowell
When she was younger Nessa shot a bird.
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Red Lilies by Barbara Guest
Someone has remembered to dry the dishes
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Red Pens by Tony Towle
The little Hispanic girl at the stationer's
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Red Poppy by Tess Gallagher
That linkage of warnings sent a tremor through June
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Red Quiet, Section 3 by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
Our conversation is a wing below my consciousness
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Red Shoes by Honor Moore
all that autumn you step from the train
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Red Slippers by Amy Lowell
Red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street
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Red String by Minnie Bruce Pratt
At first she thought the lump in the road
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Red Velvet Jacket by Lynda Hull
It's almost Biblical driving this midnight burning highway
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Red Wand by Sandra Simonds
Sometimes I try to make poetry but mostly
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Red-Legged Kittiwake by Emily Wilson
Native it seems to no part
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Redaction by Carmen Giménez Smith
We make dogma out of letter writing: the apocryphal story
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Redneck Refutation by John Kinsella
I didn’t connect regardless
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Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. by Noah Eli Gordon
Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
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Refugio's Hair by Alberto Ríos
In the old days of our family,
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Refusing at Fifty-Two to Write Sonnets by Thomas Lynch
It came to him that he could nearly count
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Regarding Chainsaws by Hayden Carruth
The first chainsaw I owned was years ago
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Regarding the Future The Donkey by Kazuko Shiraishi
Regarding the future the donkey contemplates after this
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Regenerative by Ken Babstock
That dog padded home wearing a rip
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Release by Peter Makuck
With rod and tackle box
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Remember by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
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Remember, Body ... by C. P. Cavafy
Body, remember not only how much you were loved
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Remembrance by Emily Brontë
Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
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Reminder by Michael Ryan
Torment by appetite
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Reminiscence by Stéphane Mallarmé
Orphan, I was wandering in black and with an eye vacant of family
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Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
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Render, Render by Thomas Lux
Boil it down: feet, skin, gristle,
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Renewal [Excerpt] by Chris Abani
I set you free that night, father
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Rent by Jane Cooper
If you want my apartment, sleep in it
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Repairwork by Dennis Hinrichsen
They must have bled as they sang,
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Report from the Skinhouse by Jan Beatty
I went looking for the body.
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Reprise by Deborah Brown
Better than a lover's heart, the immortality of a name
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Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
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Requiescat by Matthew Arnold
Strew on her roses, roses
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Rest. by Richard Jones
It's so late I could cut my lights
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Restless Ghost by Eric Pankey
The wasp's paper nest hung all winter
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Restoration by Mary Cornish
Everyone knew the water would rise
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Return by John Wilmot
Absent from thee, I languish still
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Return to Winter by Elaine Terranova
That day the starlings didn't eat
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Retšepile, Ausi oa ka by Jacqueline Lyons
I wake up with bits of Africa on me, in my pockets folded maloti
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Rhapsody by Angie Estes
No one says it
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Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock
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Rhode Island by William Meredith
Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over
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Rialto by Ron Padgett
When my mother said Let’s go down to the Rialto
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Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town
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Riding In by Elliot Figman
raven hair
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Rime Riche by Monica Ferrell
You need me like ice needs the mountain
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Riverbank Blues by Sterling A. Brown
A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank,
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Road Tar by Chase Twichell
A kid said you could chew road tar
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Road Trip by Kurt Brown
The new road runs along the old road. I can see it
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Roanoke and Wampumpeag by Susan Wheeler
Child, entering Ye Olde Trading Post, takes the pegs upon the walls
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Robert Harms Paints the Surface
of Little Fresh Pond by Mark Doty
Surface the action of the day
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Rock and Hawk by Robinson Jeffers
Here is a symbol in which
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Roman Year by Reginald Shepherd
The corrugated iron gates are
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Romance by Charles Reznikoff
The troopers are riding, are riding by
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Romance Sonambulo by Federico García Lorca
Green, how I want you green.
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Romantic Note by Charles North
Pieces—stems, ghosts—of afternoon
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Rome by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
I saw once, in a rose garden, a remarkable statue
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Rondo by Janet Holmes
The noun one keeps batting away
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Rose Aylmer by Walter Savage Landor
Ah, what avails the sceptred race
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Round by Tom Sleigh
Somebody's alone in his head, somebody's a kid
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Roy Orbison and John Milton Are Still Dreaming by April Bernard
You know what I mean: In the instant
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RPT MC-60 00.27 8 by Tan Lin
What is the relation between a fruit and a vegetable
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RR Lyrae: Matter by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon
He still exists as flesh; it's the idea
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Ruin by Seth Abramson
and backwards go
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Ruin and Beauty by Patricia Young
It's so quiet now the children have decided to stop
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Russian Birch by Nathaniel Bellows
Is it agony that has bleached them to such beauty? Their stand
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Russian Letter by John Yau
It is said, the past
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