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Sacred Heart by Lee Briccetti
Even as a girl I knew the heart was not a valentine
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Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) by Emily Dickinson
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—
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Safe Sex by Donald Hall
If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident
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Saignée by Tung-Hui Hu
They chew on flowers to bring color
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Sail by Molly Bendall
The trick is the flow. Little fish with storms on their
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Sailing to Byzantium by W. B. Yeats
That is no country for old men. The young
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Saint Francis and the Sow by Galway Kinnell
The bud
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Sakura Park by Rachel Wetzsteon
The park admits the wind
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Sally's Hair by John Koethe
It's like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
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Salmon by Kim Addonizio
In this shallow creek
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Salt by Eugenio Montale
We don't know if tomorrow has green pastures
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Salt by Ander Monson
It covers everything, a glossy January rind
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Salvage by Amy Clampitt
Daily the cortege of crumpled
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Sampling by Ralph Angel
I’m standing on 10th Street. I’m not the only one. Buildings rise like foliage and human touch
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Samurai Song by Robert Pinsky
When I had no roof I made
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San Antonio by Naomi Shihab Nye
Tonight I lingered over your name,
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San Francisco Night Windows by Robert Penn Warren
So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet,
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San Sepolcro by Jorie Graham
In this blue light
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Sand Nigger by Lawrence Joseph
In the house in Detroit
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Sappho in Her Study by Kelly Cherry
The files in the filing cabinet
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Satellite Convulsions by Ben Doyle
When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions, I
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Sawdust by David Wojahn
Coming always from below, blade wail & its pungency
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Sawdust by Sharon Bryan
Why not lindendust
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Say over again... (Sonnet 21) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Say over again, and yet once over again
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Saying It by Philip Booth
Saying it. Trying
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Scarecrow on Fire by Dean Young
Everything is brushed away, off the sleeve
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Scenes From the Battle of Us by Cate Marvin
You are like a war novel, entirely lacking
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Schema by Richard Greenfield
In the field of traumas come the base savannas-crosshairs tighten
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Sci-Fi by Tracy K. Smith
There will be no edges, but curves
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Science by Robert Kelly
Science explains nothing
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Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey by Hayden Carruth
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
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Screening Desire by R. Zamora Linmark
Sunday after Mass the priest behind
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Scryer's Bridge by Carol Guess
Thirteen on ice, skating, I died
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Sculptures of Virginia Woolf by Michael Robins
They're sentences in waiting, diagrams
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Scumble by Rae Armantrout
What if I were turned on by seemingly innocent words
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Sea Girls by A. E. Stallings
Not gulls, girls.
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Seagulls beside ferry boat by Joshua Beckman
Seagulls beside ferry boat
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Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
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Seals at High Island by Richard Murphy
The calamity of seals begins with jaws.
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Séance at Tennis by Dana Goodyear
I play with an old boyfriend, to tease you out
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Searchers by D. Nurkse
We gave our dogs a button to sniff
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Second Draft by James Longenbach
As an older man
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Second Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
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Secret History by Charles Simic
Of the light in my room
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Secret Last Year (A Calendar Twelve-tone) [4. April, maybe] by Adriano Spatola
The sun is made of many mysterious concepts
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Sediments of Santa Monica by Brenda Hillman
A left margin watches the sea floor approach
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See How the Roses Burn! by Hafiz
See how the roses burn
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See It Through by Edgar Guest
When you're up against a trouble
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Seeing All the Vermeers by Alfred Corn
Met Museum, 1965, the first
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Seeing As [excerpt] by Lance Phillips
SUPPERADDING HANDCUP COLLARHAND UP SHAFT TO BEAD
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Self-Portrait by Adam Zagajewski
Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
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Self-Portrait as Miranda by Geri Doran
My story begins at sea, in the bitter liquid
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Self-portrait as Thousandfurs by Stacy Gnall
To have been age enough
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Semite by George Oppen
what art and anti-art to lead us by the sharpness
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Sentimental Education by Mary Ruefle
Ann Galbraith / loves Barry Soyers.
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September by Joanne Kyger
The grasses are light brown
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September by James Armstrong
I miss the tilt and racket of your face
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September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
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September Elegies by Randall Mann
There are those who suffer in plain sight
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Sequestered Writing by Carolyn Forché
Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.
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Sestina: Altaforte by Ezra Pound
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
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Seurat by Ira Sadoff
It is a Sunday afternoon on the Grand Canal
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Seven Years by Daisy Fried
These cold days when the insane sky's clear, heat poofs away be
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Seventeen Questions About KING KONG by Jane Cooper
Is it a myth? And if so, what does it tell us about ourselves?
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Sex by Michael Ryan
After the earth finally touches the sun
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Sex with a Famous Poet by Denise Duhamel
I had sex with a famous poet last night
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Sexism by David Lehman
The happiest moment in a woman's life
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Shadows in the Water by Thomas Traherne
In unexperienced infancy
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Shadwell Stair by Wilfred Owen
I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair
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Shafro by Terrance Hayes
Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's
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Shahid Reads His Own Palm by Reginald Dwayne Betts
I come from the cracked hands of men who used
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Shake the Superflux! by David Lehman
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one
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Shaking the Grass by Janice N. Harrington
Evening, and all my ghosts come back to me
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Shakur by Terrance Hayes
I am coming at you live from the half-way out
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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Shampoo & Sponge Bath by J. W. Marshall
It takes a small face
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Shanked on the Red Bed by Susan Wheeler
The perch was on the roof, and the puck was in the air
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Sharks in the Rivers by Ada Limón
We'll say unbelievable things
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Sharks' Teeth by Kay Ryan
Everything contains some
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Shaving Your Father's Face by Michael Dickman
First I get a father
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Shawl by Albert Goldbarth
Eight hours by bus, and night
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
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She Leaves Me Again, Six Months Later by Collier Nogues
The hillside was blocked
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She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
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Shedding Skin by Harryette Mullen
Pulling out of the old scarred skin
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Shells by Elaine Terranova
In the heat, in the high grass
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Shepheardes Calendar [October] by Edmund Spenser
Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head
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Shiloh: A Requiem by Herman Melville
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
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Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing
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Shirt by Robert Pinsky
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
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Shoal of Sharks by Richard O'Connell
Oh, look at all the porpoise! someone shouted
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Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump by David Bottoms
Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
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Shore Counter by Aaron Fogel
Friendless, with an intimation of islands
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Short-Order Cook by Jim Daniels
An average joe comes in
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Siberian Life by Herman Taube
We traveled in sub-zero Arctic weather,
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Sick by Shel Silverstein
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Side 19 by Victor Hernandez Cruz
The Empire State Building / Is on 63rd Street
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Signs of the Times by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah
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Silence by Thomas Hood
There is a silence where hath been no sound
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Silence Raving by Clayton Eshleman
Patters, paters, Apollo globes, sound
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Silverswords by Juliet S. Kono
At cold daybreak
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Simulacra by Ching-In Chen
It's not that the rains have rolled back
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea (Sonnet 65) by William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
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Since Hannah Moved Away by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
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Since I'm Condemned by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
Since I'm condemned to death
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Since Nine— by C. P. Cavafy
Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed
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Single Vision & Newton's Sleep by Ben Doyle
Lick the lights. Everyone
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Sinners Welcome by Mary Karr
I opened up my shirt to show this man
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sisters by Lucille Clifton
me and you be sisters...
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Sitalkas by H. D.
Thou art come at length
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Sitting Nude by Jan Beatty
The torso facing east, the head nearly west
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Sitting Outside by W. D. Snodgrass
These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge
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Six a.m. Halfway Tree, Kingston 10 by Adziko Simba
and the chip-chip chop of jelly and cane
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Six Persimmons by Shin Yu Pai
after ruining another season's harvest
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Six Words by Lloyd Schwartz
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Skating in Harlem, Christmas Day by Cynthia Zarin
Beyond the ice-bound stones and bucking trees,
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Ski Lift to Death! by Matthew Rohrer
It was a basement with its own basement,
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Skills by Jonathan Aaron
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Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell
Nautilus Island's hermit
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Sky by Anzhelina Polonskaya
He broke up the sky on the square and gave it like bread crumbs to birds.
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Skylab by Rolf Jacobsen
We've come so far, thought the astronaut
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Slanting Light by Arthur Sze
Slanting light casts onto a stucco wall
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Sleep Door by Kazim Ali
a light knocking on the sleep door
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Sleeping at The Plaza by Eve Alexandra
There were tiny hounds sniffing out their gilded cages
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Sleet by Alan Shapiro
What was it like before the doctor got there?
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Slim Greer in Hell by Sterling A. Brown
Slim Greer went to heaven;
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Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape by Christian Hawkey
At the time of his seeing a hole opened
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Small Study by Emily Wilson
Sparrows swiveling the feeder
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Small Talk by Eleanor Lerman
It is a mild day in the suburbs
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Smoke by W. S. Di Piero
We loiter in the cobblestone alley
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Smoke by Henry David Thoreau
Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird
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Snow by Naomi Shihab Nye
Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth
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Snow Song by Frank Dempster Sherman
Over valley, over hill
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
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Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air
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Snowball Journal by Phillip Lopate
Our room, says the lady of the house
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Snowfall in G Minor by Marianne Boruch
Overnight, it’s pow! The held note
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Snowman by Gu Cheng
I built a snowman
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So by John Allman
It wasn't just the war. Or wearing a little officer's uniform,
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So as Not to Distort by Hiromi Itō
I make shiratama
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So If You Love Me by Ruth Herschberger
So if you love me you will tolerant
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So Long by Walt Whitman
To conclude—I announce what comes after me
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So we'll go no more a roving by George Gordon Byron
So, we'll go no more a roving
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so you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
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Sojourn in the Whale by Marianne Moore
Trying to open locked doors with a sword, threading
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Sojourns in the Parallel World by Denise Levertov
We live our lives of human passions,
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Solar system bedsheets by Sarah Vap
There, behind sunlight
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Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister by Robert Browning
Gr-r-r--there go, my heart's abhorrence!
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Solitude by Stephen Sandy
Cretan farmers still press their olives. Swallow
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Solstice by Ellen Dudley
On the first full day of summer the sun is up
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Some Advice to Those Who Will Serve Time in Prison by Nazim Hikmet
If instead of being hanged by the neck
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Some Days by Billy Collins
Some days I put the people in their places at the table
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Some Kinds of Fire by Tina Cane
Anna Akhmatova burned
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Some Part of the Lyric by Gregory Orr
Some part of the lyric wants to exclude
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Some People by Wislawa Szymborska
Some people fleeing some other people
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Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All by Judith Viorst
My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
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Someone by Dennis O'Driscoll
someone is dressing up for death today
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Something New Under the Sun by Steve Scafidi
It would have to shine. And burn. And be
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Something Whispered in the Shakuhachi by Garrett Hongo
No one knew the secret of my flutes,
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Sometimes one of us stands near the sea by Jean-Michel Maulpoix
He remains there for a long time
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Sometimes with One I Love by Walt Whitman
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I
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Somewhere Else by Matthew Shenoda
It is here on this ridge
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
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Song by Rosanna Warren
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Song by Frank Bidart
You know that it is there, lair
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Song by H. D.
You are as gold / as the half-ripe grain
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Song by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a tree.
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Song for the Clatter-Bones by F. R. Higgins
God rest that Jewy woman
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Song For the Spirit of Natalie Going by Susan Wheeler
Small bundle of bones, small bundle of fingers, of plumpness, of heart
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Song from Paracelsus by Robert Browning
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
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Song of Devils by Thomas Shadwell
Prepare, prepare, new guests draw near
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Song of Myself by John Canaday
I am a stubborn ox dreaming
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Song of Myself, I, II, VI & LII by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself,
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Song of Myself, III by Walt Whitman
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end
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Song of Myself, X by Walt Whitman
Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
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Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore
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Song of Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mine are the night and morning,
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Song of the Andoumboulou: 21 by Nathaniel Mackey
Next a Brazilian cut came
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Song of the Andoumboulou: 50 by Nathaniel Mackey
Fray was the name where we came
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Song of the Deathless Voice by Abram Joseph Ryan
'Twas the dusky Hallowe'en
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Song of the Owl by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
The owl
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Song of the Paddlers [excerpt] by Herman Melville
Dip, dip, in the brine our paddles dip
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Song of the Son by Jean Toomer
Pour O pour that parting soul in song,
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Song of the Trees by Mary Colborne-Veel
We are the Trees
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Song of Yes and No [Coffee & Dolls] by April Bernard
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner,
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Song On May Morning by John Milton
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger
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Song to Celia by Ben Jonson
Drinke to me, onely, with thine eys
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Songs for the People by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Let me make the songs for the people,
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Sonnet by Alice Dunbar-Nelson
I had no thought of violets of late
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Sonnet 1 by Gwendolyn Bennett
He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black
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Sonnet 100 by Lord Brooke Fulke Greville
In night when colors all to black are cast
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Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] by Petrarch
Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find
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Sonnet 102 [If no love is, O God, what fele I so?] by Petrarch
If no love is, O God, what fele I so
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Sonnet 12 [Alas, so all things now do hold their peace] by Petrarch
Alas, so all things now do hold their peace
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Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] by Petrarch
I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion
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Sonnet 2 by Gwendolyn Bennett
Some things are very dear to me—
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Sonnet 58 by Sam Truitt
the first thing that an animal does when it enters a new place is kill
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Sonnet 6 by Rainer Maria Rilke
Is he native to this realm? No,
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Sonnet 7 [The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings] by Petrarch
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
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Sonnet 8 [Set me where as the sun doth parch the green] by Petrarch
Set me where as the sun doth parch the green
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Sonnet for Salvadore by Gary Miranda
Of Salvadore the Celery King I sing.
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Sonnet Substantially Like the Words of F Rodriguez One Position Ahead of Me on the Unemployment Line by Jack Agüeros
It happens to me all the time--business
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Sonnet V by Mahmoud Darwish
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
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Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge
Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No
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Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room] by Karen Volkman
Laughing below, the unimagined room
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Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,] by Karen Volkman
Nothing was ever what it claimed to be
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Sonnet—Silence by Edgar Allan Poe
There are some qualities--some incorporate things
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Sonnets on Love XIII by Jean de Sponde
"Give me a place to stand," Archimedes said,
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Sonogram by Jennifer Chang
Dark matter, are you
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sorrows by Lucille Clifton
who would believe them winged
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Soul-Sight by Archibald MacLeish
Like moon-dark, like brown water you escape
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Sound and Structure by Barbara Guest
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet
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South by Jack Gilbert
In the small towns along the river
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Southern Road by Sterling A. Brown
Swing dat hammer--hunh--
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Souvenir by Beth Ann Fennelly
Though we vacationed in a castle, though I
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Souvenir of the Ancient World by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
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Space Station by Tom Sleigh
My mother and I and the dog were floating
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SPAM's carbon footprint by Craig Santos Perez
Guam is considered the SPAM® capital of the world
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Sparrow, the Special Delight of My Girl by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Sparrow, the special delight of my girl,
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Speaking In Tongues by Mary Rose O'Reilley
I go to church every Sunday
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Speech Alone by Jean Follain
It happens that one pronounces
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Speedway by Cedar Sigo
I cut out the Heart with Snowflake
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Spell for Encanto Creek by Mark Jarman
Tall blades of tufted grasses, keep on flowing
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Spellbound by Emily Brontë
The night is darkening round me,
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Spenser's Ireland by Marianne Moore
has not altered;--
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Spine to Spin, Spoke to Speak by Andrew Joron
The pilot alone knows
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Spirit by Maggie Nelson
The spirit of Jane
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Spirit Birds by Stanley Plumly
The spirit world the negative of this one
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Spirit Cabinet [excerpt] by David Wojahn
& how, o spirits, shall I invoke you, who cannot count himself
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Spirit that Form'd this Scene by Walt Whitman
Spirit that form'd this scene,
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Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
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Spleen by Charles Baudelaire
February, peeved at Paris, pours
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Spoken From the Hedgerows by Jorie Graham
To bring back a time and place
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Spontaneous Me by Walt Whitman
Spontaneous me, Nature
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Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring
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Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital] by William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
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Spring and All, XIV by William Carlos Williams
Of death
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Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Margaret, are you grieving
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Spring Day [Bath] by Amy Lowell
The day is fresh-washed and fair
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Spring in New Hampshire by Claude McKay
Too green the springing April grass
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Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
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spring love noise and all [excerpt] by David Antin
but i wondered what i would talk about
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Spring Snow by Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms.
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Springing by Marie Ponsot
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.
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St. Peter and the Angel by Denise Levertov
Delivered out of raw continual pain,
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Stanzas by Emily Brontë
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
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Stanzas in Meditation by Gertrude Stein
She may count three little daisies very well
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Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
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Star Quilt by Roberta J. Hill
These are notes to lightning in my bedroom.
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Starfish by Eleanor Lerman
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
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Starlight by William Meredith
Going abruptly into a starry night
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Stars by Keith Douglas
The stars still marching in extended order
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Stars Wheel in Purple by H. D.
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
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Stateside by Jehanne Dubrow
If there is such a thing as elasticity
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Station by James Galvin
Somewhere between a bird's nest and a solar system - whom did
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Stealing The Scream by Monica Youn
It was hardly a high-tech operation, stealing The Scream.
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Stein 100: A Feather Likeness of the Justice Chair by Jackson Mac Low
A feather table: reckless gratitude.
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Stella by Ralph Burns
Flap, flap went the mind of the bird
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Steppingstone by Andrew Hudgins
Home (from Court Square Fountain
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Steps by Grace Schulman
"And down and down and down,"
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Stet Stet Stet by Ange Mlinko
Where the curve of the road rhymes with the reservoir's
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Sticks by Thomas Sayers Ellis
My father was an enormous man
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Still by A. R. Ammons
I said I will find what is lowly
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Still Another Day: XVII/Men by Pablo Neruda
The truth is in the prologue
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
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Still Life by Marianne Boruch
Someone arranged them in 1620
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Stillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar
On a platform, I heard someone call out your name
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Stirred Up By Rain by Chase Twichell
I fired up the mower
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Stone Bird by Pattiann Rogers
I remember you. You're the one
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Stonemason by James O'Hern
My stonemason John says
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Stones by Michael Blumenthal
We live in dread of something
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Stones in the Air by Anna Journey
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
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Storm Ending by Jean Toomer
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads
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Story II. The Oilman and his Parrot by Jalal al-Din Rumi
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Story XI. The Lion who Hunted with the Wolf and the Fox by Jalal al-Din Rumi
A lion took a wolf and a fox with him on a hunting excursion
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Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
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Street Confetti by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Right across Turk Street, south side intersection Hyde
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Street Music by Robert Pinsky
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Streets by Naomi Shihab Nye
A man leaves the world
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Striding the Bones of the Coastal Range by Joyce James
Hiking of solitary again, gaited steady.
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String Theory Sutra by Brenda Hillman
There are so many types of
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Strip by Jim Daniels
She danced in front of the window,
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Strip Show by Zach Savich
Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym
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Study for Salome Dancing Before Herod by Eric Pankey
In the movement toward disappearance
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Stupid University Job by Sharon Mesmer
Your loveliest of sway-backs
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Styx by Dana Levin
You put a bag around your head and walked into the river
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Submarine Mountains by Cale Young Rice
Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise
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Suburban by Michael Blumenthal
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it
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Success Comes to Cow Creek by James Tate
I sit on the tracks,
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Such a Good Dancer by Douglas Goetsch
Desperate to be part of the night,
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Such Is the Sickness of Many a Good Thing by Robert Duncan
Was he then Adam of the Burning Way
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Suicide of a Moderate Dictator by Elizabeth Bishop
This is a day when truths will out, perhaps
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Summer by Amy Lowell
Some men there are who find in nature all
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Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina by Jack Gilbert
There was no water at my grandfather's
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Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers
When the sun shouts and people abound
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Summer Images by John Clare
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned
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Summer in the South by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The oriole sings in the greening grove
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Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
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Summer Past by John Gray
There was the summer. There
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Summer Rice by Linda Susan Jackson
They're up to their necks in fever and floodplains, clear-
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Summer Song by William Carlos Williams
Wanderer moon
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Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
Bend low again, night of summer stars
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Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
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Summer X-Rays by Nina Cassian
Fabulous days
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Summer [excerpt] by James Thomson
Increasing still the terrors of these storms
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Sun by Michael Palmer
Write this. We have burned all their villages
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Sun-Up by Lola Ridge
(Shadows over a cradle
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Sunday by Angela Shannon
It could have been the way the Southern man
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Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
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Sundown by Jorie Graham
Sometimes the day
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Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton
We stand on the edge, the fall
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Super Samson Simpson by Jack Prelutsky
I am Super Samson Simpson,
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Superstition by Amy Lowell
I have painted a picture of a ghost
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Surf Buddha by Matthew Lippman
There is a sandalwood Buddha on the desk that has my stomach
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Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
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Surreptitious Kissing by Denis Johnson
I want to say that
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Surrounded by Sheep and Low Ground by Linda Gregg
When death comes, we take off our clothes
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Survivor by Vijay Seshadri
We hold it against you that you survived.
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Survivors--Found by Joan Murray
We thought that they were gone--
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Suspend, Singer Swan by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
Suspend, singer swan, the sweet strain
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Sustain Petal by Lee Ann Brown
Come on, you who remembers your dreams
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Sutra by Marilyn Krysl
Looking back now, I see
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Swarm by Nick Flynn
When you see us swarm — rustle of
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Sweat by Sandra Alcosser
Friday night I entered a dark corridor
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Swell by Hoa Nguyen
Swell you can dream
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Swimming in the Presence of Lurid Opposition by Sawako Nakayasu
Summer camp, swim class, Tokyo, a group of no more than twenty ants
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Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
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Syntax by Reginald Shepherd
Occasionally a god speaks to you
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syntax by Maureen N. McLane
and if
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Syringa by John Ashbery
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality
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Syrinx by Amy Clampitt
Like the foghorn that's all lung,
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Sysiphusina by Shira Dentz
place where i gulp
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