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Take the I Out by Sharon Olds But I love the I, steel I-beam
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Taken Up by Charles Martin Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill
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Tales from Gizzard's Grill [excerpt] by Jeanne Steig My feet's a revelation,
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Talking to Patrizia by Kenneth Koch Patrizia doesn't want to
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Tar by C. K. Williams The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain,
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Te Deum by Charles Reznikoff Not because of victories
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Teaching the Ape to Write Poems by James Tate They didn't have much trouble
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Tear It Down by Jack Gilbert We find out the heart only by dismantling what
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Tears in Sleep by Louise Bogan All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
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Tears, Idle Tears by Lord Alfred Tennyson Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
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Teenage Caveman Or, A B-Class Movie Containing History by Jerome Sala The old law has served us well for a long time
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Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
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Telling the Bees by Deborah Digges It fell to me to tell the bees
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Tenantry by George Scarbrough Always in transit
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Tenderness by Erica Funkhouser Last night the animals
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Teodoro Luna's Two Kisses by Alberto Ríos Mr. Teodoro Luna in his later years had taken to kissing
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Terzanelle: Manzanar Riot by Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan This is a poem with missing details
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Thanksgiving Letter from Harry by Carl Dennis I guess I have to begin by admitting
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That Been to Me My Lives Light and Saviour by Susan Wheeler Purse be full again, or else must I die
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That Evening at Dinner by David Ferry By the last few times we saw her it was clear
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That Sure is My Little Dog by Eleanor Lerman Yes, indeed, that is my house that I am carrying around
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That the Soul May Wax Plump by May Swenson My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73) by William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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That Woman by Sarah Getty Look! A flash of orange along the river's edge--
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The Abduction by Stanley Kunitz Some things I do not profess
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The Alien by Greg Delanty I'm back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
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The Allure of Forms by Coral Bracho Blissful dance. Scream
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The Anactoria Poem by Sappho Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
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The Anactoria Poem by Sappho Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen
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The Anniversary by John Donne All kings, and all their favourites
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The Anti-Suffragists by Charlotte Perkins Gilman Fashionable women in luxurious homes
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The Argument of His Book by Robert Herrick I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
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The Ark Upon His Shoulders by Forrest Gander My husband did all this. We used to live
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The Armadillo by Elizabeth Bishop This is the time of year
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The Army of Truth by Henrik Wergeland Words? Those sounds the world despises.
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The Assignation by Ciaran Carson I think I must have told him my name was Juliette
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The Aura of the Blue Flower That is a Goddess by Ray A. Young Bear Immediately after the two brothers entered
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The Author to Her Book by Anne Bradstreet Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
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The Baby by Kate Northrop The shadows of the couple
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The Baite by John Donne Come live with mee, and bee my love,
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The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde He did not wear his scarlet coat
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The Bargain by Cyrus Cassells In the transatlantic fury
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The Barrier by Claude McKay I must not gaze at them although
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The Basic Con by Lew Welch Those who can't find anything to live for
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The Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
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The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
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The Bear by Galway Kinnell In late winter
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The Bear at the Dump by William Matthews Amidst the too much that we buy and throw
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The Beef Epitaph by Michael Benedikt This is what it was: Sometime in the recent but until now unrecorded
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The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe Hear the sledges with the bells--
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The Bistro Styx by Rita Dove She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness
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The Black Bass by David Dodd Lee My hand became my father's hand
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The Black Bite by Becky Gould Gibson Take your salves candles
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The Black Riviera by Mark Jarman There they are again. It's after dark.
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The Blade of Nostalgia by Chase Twichell When fed into the crude, imaginary
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The Blue Anchor by Jane Cooper The future weighs down on me
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The Blue Cup by Minnie Bruce Pratt Through binoculars the spiral nebula was
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The Blue Stairs by Barbara Guest There is no fear
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The Blue Terrance by Terrance Hayes If you subtract the minor losses
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The Bridge, Palm Sunday, 1973 by Alfred Corn The bridge was a huge sentence diagram
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The Broken Sandal by Denise Levertov Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke
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The Burial by Lynn Emanuel After I've goosed up the fire in the stove with Starter Logg
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The Buried Life by Matthew Arnold The Buried Life
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The Cabbage by Ruth Stone You have rented an apartment.
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the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls by E. E. Cummings the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
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The Case for Memory by Jerome Rothenberg I was amok & fearless
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The Castaway by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky
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The Caterpillar by Robert Graves Under this loop of honeysuckle
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The Celestial Surgeon by Robert Louis Stevenson If I have faltered more or less
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The Center of Attention by Daniel Hoffman As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads.
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The Chair She Sits In by Alberto Ríos I've heard this thing where, when someone dies
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The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
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The Changeling by Cynthia Hogue Loftur. His name means air,
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The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco
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The Charge of the Light Brigade by Lord Alfred Tennyson Half a league, half a league
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The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight,
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The Chimney-Sweeper by William Blake When my mother died I was very young,
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The Cities Inside Us by Alberto Ríos We live in secret cities
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The City by C. P. Cavafy
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The City Limits by A. R. Ammons When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
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The City's Love by Claude McKay For one brief golden moment rare like wine
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The Clearing of the Land: An Epitaph by Larry Levis The trees went up the hill
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The Cleaving by Li-Young Lee He gossips like my grandmother, this man
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The Clerk's Tale by Spencer Reece I am thirty-three and working in an expensive clothier,
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The Collar by George Herbert I struck the board, and cry'd, No more,
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The Coming of Light by Mark Strand Even this late it happens:
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The Concrete River by Luis J. Rodríguez We sink into the dust,
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The Congressional Library [excerpt] by Amy Lowell Where else in all America are we so symbolized
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The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser This has nothing
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The Conundrum of the Workshops by Rudyard Kipling When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold
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The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy In a solitude of the sea
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The Coronary Garden, section 6 by Ann Townsend Despair needles you with its whisper
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The Correction by Frannie Lindsay When I got it wrong at school—missed
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The Cossacks by Linda Pastan For Jews, the Cossacks are always coming.
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The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo by Edward Lear On the Coast of Coromandel
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The Cows At Night by Hayden Carruth The moon was like a full cup tonight
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The Creation by James Weldon Johnson And God stepped out on space,
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The Creation of the Moon by Anonymous The man cut his throat and left his head there.
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The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun
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The Crocodile by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile
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The Cross of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow In the long, sleepless watches of the night
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The Culture of Glass by Thylias Moss Thanksgiving 2004: I’m thankful for
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The Czar's Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals by Norman Dubie You were never told, Mother, how old Illya was drunk
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The Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud
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The Dancing by Gerald Stern In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
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The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate
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The Day Duke Raised: May 24th, 1974 by Quincy Troupe that day began with a shower
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The Day Is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness
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The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
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The Daze by Mary Ruefle It was one of those mornings the earth seemed
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The Dead by Joan Aleshire In poems I read, "the dead" always appear
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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
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The Death of the Hired Man by Robert Frost Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
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The Definition of Love by Andrew Marvell My Love is of a birth as rare
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The Difference Between Pepsi and Coke by David Lehman Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat
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The Dirt Eaters by Virgil Suárez Whenever we grew tired and bored of curb ball
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The Discipline of Craft, Easter Morning by Judith Harris No use going hunting for angels
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The Distant Moon by Rafael Campo Admitted to the hospital again.
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The Divine Image by William Blake To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
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The Dover Bitch by Anthony Hecht So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
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The Dream of the Just by Dana Gelinas Next to the fourteen excellent reasons
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The Driver of the Car Is Unconscious by Timothy Donnelly Driver, please. Let's slow things down. I can't endure
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The Drowned Girl by Eve Alexandra This is a quiet grave
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The Drunken Fisherman by Robert Lowell Wallowing in this bloody sty,
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The Dry Spell by Kevin Young Waking early
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The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson When the grass was closely mown,
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The Dusk of Horses by James Dickey Right under their noses, the green
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The Eagle by Lord Alfred Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands
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The Earth Opens and Welcomes You by Abdellatif Laâbi The earth opens
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The Edge of the World [excerpt] by Adonis I release the earth and I imprison the skies
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The Elephant is Slow to Mate by D.H. Lawrence The elephant, the huge old beast,
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The Embrace by Mark Doty You weren't well or really ill yet either;
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The Emergence of Memory, 1 by Laynie Browne His unset eyes — containing water
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens Call the roller of big cigars,
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The Empty Quarter by John Canaday In early spring, here in the Rub 'al Khali,
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The Escape by Mark Halperin Amused when she asks, is your wife Jewish? and,
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The Eternal City by Jim Simmerman Sometimes I picture your face on money
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The European Shoe by Michael Benedikt The European Shoe is covered with grass and reed, bound up and wound
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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame (Sonnet 129) by William Shakespeare The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
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The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity by Mary Jo Bang
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The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden The piers are pummelled by the waves;
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The Family Group by Madeline DeFrees That Sunday at the zoo I understood the child I
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The Family Photograph by Vona Groarke In the window of the drawing-room
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The Father of the Predicaments by Heather McHugh He came at night to each of us asleep
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The Feast of Lights by Emma Lazarus Kindle the taper like the steadfast star
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The Fifth Dream: Bullets and Deserts and Borders by Benjamin Alire Saenz A man is walking toward me
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The Fire Stays in Red by Ronny Someck End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue
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The First Marriage by Peter Meinke imagine the very first marriage a girl
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The First Night by Billy Collins Before I opened you, Jiménez
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The First Place (somewhere outside Eden) by Kurt S. Olsson Listen. It was wrong from the beginning.
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The First Snowfall by James Russell Lowell The snow had begun in the gloaming,
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The First Winter Snow by Richard Brautigan Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped
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The Fish by Linda Bierds Month after dry month, then suddenly
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The Fish by Lisa Williams How they appear: tunneled vision
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The Fishermen at Guasti Park by Maurya Simon In the first days of summer
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The Fist by Derek Walcott The fist clenched round my heart...
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The Floating Bridge by David Shumate Beyond the floating bridge another world awaits. There the master
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The Fly by William Blake Little fly
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
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The Forest by Susan Stewart You should lie down now and remember the forest,
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The Forest of My Hair by James Tolan I'm 28 years old in the flesh
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The Fountain of Blood by Charles Baudelaire A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood
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The Garden by Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze
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The Garden Year by Sara Coleridge January brings the snow
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The Ghost Has No Home by Jeff Clark This morning in an alleyway I was startled by a face
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The Gift by Sara Teasdale What can I give you, my lord, my lover
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The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant Is this a time to be cloudy and sad
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The Goat by Aaron Fogel If you are a goat, do you believe
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The God Abandons Antony by C. P. Cavafy At midnight, when suddenly you hear
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The God of Draperies by Alan Michael Parker When revelation comes, the God of Draperies
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The Gods Who Come Among Us in the Guise of Strangers by Paul Mariani Late nights, with summer moths clinging
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The Going by Thomas Hardy Why did you give no hint that night
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The going. The letters. The staying. by Joshua Beckman The going. The letters. The staying.
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The Golden Years by Billy Collins All I do these drawn-out days
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The Good Gray Wolf by Martha Collins Wanted that red, wanted everything tucked inside
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The Good Provider by Sarah Gambito The best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact
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The Good-Morrow by John Donne I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
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The Goops by Gelett Burgess The meanest trick I ever knew
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the great american yellow poem by Frances Chung she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
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The Great Black Heron by Denise Levertov Since I stroll in the woods more often
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The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams Among the rain
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The Great Lover by Rupert Brooke I have been so great a lover: filled my days
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The Great Migration by Minnie Bruce Pratt The third question in Spanish class is: De donde eres tu?
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The Great Wheel by Paul Mariani In the Tuileries we came upon the Great Wheel
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The Guarded Wound by Adelaide Crapsey If it
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The Guitar by Federico García Lorca The weeping of the guitar
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The Hag by Robert Herrick The Hag is astride
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The Hand by Mary Ruefle The teacher asks a question
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The Hand of Glory: The Nurse's Story by Richard Harris Barham On the lone bleak moor
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The Happiness by Jack Hirschman There's a happiness, a joy
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The Happy Place by Rawdon Tomlinson With sand-wind flapping
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The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys
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The Haunting by Alan Shapiro It may not be the ghostly ballet
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The Healing Improvisation of Hair by Jay Wright If you undo your do you wóuld
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The Heart of a Woman by Georgia Douglas Johnson The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn
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The Helmet by A. F. Moritz The greatest twentieth-century work of art is not a poem or
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The Hermit Goes Up Attic by Maxine Kumin Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest
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The Heron by Linda Hogan I am always watching
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The High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
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The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
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The Hills of Little Cornwall by Mark Van Doren The hills of little Cornwall
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The History of Silk by Gary Fincke In seventh grade, when we were alone for
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The Hour and What Is Dead by Li-Young Lee Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
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The House on Moscow Street by Marilyn Nelson It's the ragged source of memory,
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The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson They are all gone away
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The Hula Hooper’s Taunt by Cathy Park Hong I’mma a two-ton spiker hips fast rondeau
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The Human Seasons by John Keats He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
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The Huron by Ruth Herschberger I swam the Huron of love, and am not ashamed,
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The Idea of Ancestry by Etheridge Knight Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black
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The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
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The Idiot by Charles Reznikoff With green stagnant eyes
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The Illiterate by William Meredith Touching your goodness, I am like a man
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The Initiate by Charles Simic St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses
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The Inn by Emmanuel Moses A little wine
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The Intruder by David R. Slavitt He broke in, picking the lock, or having stolen
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The Invention of Streetlights by Cole Swensen noctes illustratas / (the night has houses)
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The Jumblies by Edward Lear They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
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The Junior High School Band Concert by David Wagoner When our semi-conductor
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The Kiss by Stephen Dunn How many years I must have yearned
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The Kiss by Sara Teasdale Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
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The Kite and The Hawk by Lorenzo Thomas Man is no longer alone in
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The Kitten and The Falling Leaves by William Wordsworth See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall
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The Kraken by Lord Alfred Tennyson Below the thunders of the upper deep
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The Kudzu Chronicles - Oxford, Mississippi [excerpt] by Beth Ann Fennelly Kudzu sallies into the gully
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The Lady of Shalott by Lord Alfred Tennyson On either side the river lie
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
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The Lamb by William Blake Little lamb, who made thee?
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The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson When I was sick and lay a-bed
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The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson From Breakfast on through all the day
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The Land of Story-books by Robert Louis Stevenson At evening when the lamp is lit
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The Language of Love by Rodney Jones It has taken thirty-five years to be this confident
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The Last Evening by Steven Kronen And night and the large wheels turning
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The Layers by Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives
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The Leaves by Deborah Digges I can bless a death this human, this leaf
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The Leaving by Brigit Pegeen Kelly My father said I could not do it,
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The Legend by Garrett Hongo In Chicago, it is snowing softly
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The Lemon Trees by Eugenio Montale Hear me a moment. Laureate poets
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The Letter by Mary Ruefle Beloved, men in thick green coats came crunching
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The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
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The light of a candle by Yosa Buson The light of a candle
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The List of Famous Hats by James Tate Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
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The Little Mute Boy by Federico García Lorca The little boy was looking for his voice
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The Little Sisters of the Sacred Heart by David Kirby I'm bouncing across the Scottish heath in a rented Morris Minor
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The Look by Sara Teasdale Strephon kissed me in the spring
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The Lost Pilot by James Tate Your face did not rot
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I
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The Lover by Reetika Vazirani I took the train from Patiala,
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The Lovers of the Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment
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The Lower East Side of Manhattan by Victor Hernández Cruz
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The Lullaby of History by Kevin Boyle I put the bookmark in the page after Lincoln’s
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The Mad Potter by John Hollander Now at the turn of the year this coil of clay
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The Mahogany Tree by William Makepeace Thackeray Christmas is here
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The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy "Had he and I but met
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The Man Who Never Heard of Frank Sinatra by Aaron Fogel The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
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The Man with Night Sweats by Thom Gunn I wake up cold, I who
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The map room by Joshua Clover We moved into a house with 6 rooms: the Bedroom,
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The Marshes of Glynn by Sidney Lanier GLOOMS of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
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The Match by Chad Davidson The burner and the blackout crave you
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The Meaning of Zero: A Love Poem by Amy Uyematsu A mere eyelid’s distance between you and me
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The Mediterranean by Allen Tate Where we went in the boat was a long bay
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The Menders and the Breakers by Lesle Lewis The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place.
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The Métier of Blossoming by Denise Levertov Fully occupied with growing--that's
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The Miner's Family by Yosl Grinshpan Once she was a beauty
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The Moose by Elizabeth Bishop From narrow provinces
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The More Loving One by W. H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
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The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks Abortions will not let you forget.
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The Mountain Cemetery by Edgar Bowers With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill
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The Movement of a Caravan over the Landscape by Sarah Manguso That we rode harder into the wind
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The Mower at the VA Hospital by John Surowiecki Our mower is young and broad-shouldered:
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The Mower's Song by Andrew Marvell My mind was once the true survey
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The Mutes by Denise Levertov Those groans men use
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The Mystery of Meteors by Eleanor Lerman I am out before dawn, marching a small dog through a meager park
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The Mystic's Christmas by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The Myth of Innocence by Louise Glück One summer she goes into the field as usual
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The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes I've known rivers:
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The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
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The New Hieroglyphics by Les Murray In the World language, sometimes called
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The New Higher by John Ashbery You meant more than life to me. I lived through
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The Niagara River by Kay Ryan As though
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The Night Ship by Timothy Donnelly Roll back the stone from the sepulchre's mouth!
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The Not-Yet Child by Joshua Weiner Why won't you make me now who wants a life
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The Nursing Home by E. M. Schorb There are more women than / men in the nursing home and
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The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh If all the world and love were young,
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The Old Lizard by Federico García Lorca In the parched path
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The Old Year by John Clare The Old Year's gone away
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The One God Is Mysterious by Frank X. Gaspar The king and his queen are feasting.
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The One Secret That Has Carried by Jason Shinder Irene loves a man / who is afraid of sex--
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The Only Work by Glyn Maxwell When a poet leaves to see to all that matters
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The Orange Bears by Kenneth Patchen The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes
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The Orchid Flower by Sam Hamill Just as I wonder
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The Origin by Jane Mead of what happened is not in language
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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
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The Oxen by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
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The Painted Bed by Donald Hall Even when I danced erect
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The Painting by John Balaban The stream runs clear to its stones;
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The Paper Nautilus by Marianne Moore For authorities whose hopes
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The Parable of the Old Man and the Young by Wilfred Owen So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went
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The Parakeets by Alberto Blanco They talk all day
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The Part of the Bee's Body Embedded in the Flesh by Carol Frost The bee-boy, merops apiaster, on sultry thundery days
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The Passing of the Year by Robert W. Service My glass is filled, my pipe is lit
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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love,
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The Past by Barbara Guest The form of the poem subsided, it enters another poem
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The Past by Michael Ryan It shows up one summer in a greatcoat
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The Path by Emily Fragos There is so little to go on: a pale
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The Pear by Chad Davidson It’s the consistency of flesh that drives us
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The Philosopher in Florida by C. Dale Young Midsummer lies on this town
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The Philosophy of Pitchforks by Sue Owen In the dark pit of hell
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The Phoenix by Hafiz My phoenix long ago secured
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The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers by Andrew Marvell See with what simplicity
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
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The Plaid Dress by Edna St. Vincent Millay Strong sun, that bleach
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The Pleasures of Fear by Judith Ortiz Cofer We played a hiding game
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The Poem by Daniel Hoffman Arriving at last
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The Poem as Mask by Muriel Rukeyser When I wrote of the women in their dances and
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The Poems I Have Not Written by John Brehm I’m so wildly unprolific, the poems
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The Poet of Bray by John Heath-Stubbs Back in the dear old thirties' days
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The Politics of Narrative: Why I Am A Poet by Lynn Emanuel Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's
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The Pomegranate by Eavan Boland The only legend I have ever loved is
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The Portrait by Stanley Kunitz My mother never forgave my father
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The Potato by Joseph Stroud Three days into the journey
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The Present Crisis by James Russell Lowell Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide
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The Present Writer by Coner O'Callaghan answers questions vaguely, as if from distance
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The Pressure by Tory Dent Too many times have I with the sun on my back, flamboyant, heinously direct,
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The Primer by Christina Davis She said, I love you
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The Prisoner of Zenda by Richard Wilbur At the end a
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The Problem by Ralph Waldo Emerson I like a church; I like a cowl;
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The Prophet's Song by Daniel Nester Chunky on the shag rug, I'm looking for my anthem, I'm looking for my head-
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The Prose Poem by Campbell McGrath On the map it is precise and rectilinear as a chessboard, though driving past you would
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The Pulley by George Herbert When God at first made man,
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The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun
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The Purple Cow by Gelett Burgess I never saw a Purple Cow,
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The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket--
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The Question answerd by William Blake What is it men in women do require
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The Question of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Barbara Hurd A teacher at the chalkboard turns
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The Rain Poured Down by Dan Gerber My mother weeping
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The Rape of Proserpina by Ovid Vigorous Sicily sprawled across the gigantic body
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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
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The Reading Club by Patricia Goedicke Is dead serious about this one, having rehearsed it for two weeks
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The Real Enough World by Karen Brennan After a while I dreamt about
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The Red Poppy by Louise Glück The great thing
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The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends
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The Refinery by Robert Pinsky Thirsty and languorous after their long black sleep
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The Remarkable Objectivity of Your Old Friends by Liam Rector
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The Republic by Paul Mariani Midnight. For the past three hours
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The Reservation by Adrian C. Louis How do you
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The Reservoir by Marc Woodworth The smell of the reservoir--
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The Responsibility of Love by G. E. Patterson Where you are now, the only lights are stars
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The Retreat by Henry Vaughan Happy those early days, when I
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The Return by Frances Richey What do you say when you've forgotten
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The Riddle of Flat Circles [excerpt] by Aaron Fogel The Romans got their circling powers
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge It is an ancient mariner
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The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
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The Road into Cuyabeno by Michael Dowdy Texas oilmen named this laceration
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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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The Role of Elegy by Mary Jo Bang The role of elegy is
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The Rosetta Stone for Birdcalls by Peter O'Leary is the Rosetta Stone for Human Suffering
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The Routine Things Around the House by Stephen Dunn When Mother died
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The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
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The Saddest by Eugen Jebeleanu The saddest poem
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The Sandman by Margaret Thomson Janvier The rosy clouds float overhead
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The Satyr's Heart by Brigit Pegeen Kelly Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest,
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The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) by Emily Dickinson The Savior must have been
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The Sciences Sing a Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
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The Script by Mónica de la Torre You thought this would be
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The Sea is History by Derek Walcott Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
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The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre
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The Secret by Denise Levertov Two girls discover
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The Seekers of Lice by Arthur Rimbaud When the boy's head, full of raw torment
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The Separate Rose: I by Pablo Neruda Today is that day, the day that carried
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The Shadows of Words by Edgar Gabriel Silex I can't imagine a mother
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The Shapes of Leaves by Arthur Sze Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree:
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The Shield of Achilles by W. H. Auden She looked over his shoulder
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The Ship by William Logan The sunlight burned like wire on the water,
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The Shivering Beggar by Robert Graves Near Clapham village, where fields began
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The Shooting of John Dillinger Outside the Biograph Theater, July 22, 1934 by David Wagoner Chicago ran a fever of a hundred and one that groggy Sunday.
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The Shout by Simon Armitage We went out
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The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!
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The Silence by Philip Schultz You always called late and drunk,
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The Silent Singer by Len Roberts The girls sang better than the boys,
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The sisters of the broken candle by Eric Baus covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye
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The Slave Mother by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Heard you that shriek? It rose
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The Slave's Complaint by George Moses Horton Am I sadly cast aside,
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The Sleep by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Of all the thoughts of God that are
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The Snow and the Plum — II by Lu Mei-P'o The plum without the snow isn't very special
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The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter
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The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
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The Snowfall Is So Silent by Miguel de Unamuno The snowfall is so silent,
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The Soldier by David Ferry Saturday afternoon. The barracks is almost empty.
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The Soldier by Rupert Brooke If I should die, think only this of me:
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The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field
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The Something by Charles Simic Here come my night thoughts
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The Song in the Dream by Saskia Hamilton The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible
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The Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda The memory of you emerges from the night around me
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The Song of Hiawatha [excerpt] by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All day long roved Hiawatha
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The Song Of The Chattahoochee by Sidney Lanier Out of the hills of Habersham
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The Song of Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats I went out to the hazel wood
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the sonnet-ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
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The Sorrow of Love by W. B. Yeats The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves
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The Soul selects her own Society (303) by Emily Dickinson The Soul selects her own Society—
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The Soul unto itself (683) by Emily Dickinson The Soul unto itself
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The Sound of One Immigrant Clapping by Adrian Castro Let’s say he actually
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The Spacious Firmament on high by Joseph Addison The Spacious Firmament on high
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The Sphinx by Ralph Waldo Emerson The Sphinx is drowsy,
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The Spirit of the Staircase by Lavinia Greenlaw In our game of flight, half-way down
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The Splendor Falls by Lord Alfred Tennyson The splendor falls on castle walls
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The Stalin Epigram by Osip Mandelstam Our lives no longer feel ground under them
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The Star by Jane Taylor Twinkle, twinkle, little star
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The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
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The Starlings by Jesper Svenbro Late one afternoon in October
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The Steam Engine by Elizabeth Willis I came back to the meadow an unsuspecting hart
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The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats Where dips the rocky highland
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The Storm by Theodore Roethke Against the stone breakwater,
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The Strange Hours Travelers Keep by August Kleinzahler The markets never rest
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The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
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The Subway Entrance by Minnie Bruce Pratt He was her guide. He lived in hell. Every day he thought
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The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree
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The Suicide by Edna St. Vincent Millay "Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
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the suicide kid by Charles Bukowski I went to the worst of bars
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The Suitor by Jane Kenyon We lie back to back. Curtains
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The Summer House by Tony Connor The Danube glitters and toils
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The Sun Rising by John Donne Busy old fool, unruly Sun
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The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews by Amy Clampitt An ingenuity too astonishing
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The Supremes by Mark Jarman In Ball's Market after surfing till noon,
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The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
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The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one by June Jordan well I wanted to braid my hair
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The Tapeworm Foundry [excerpt] by Darren Wershler-Henry insinuate that much can be learned from the fact that jackson pollock is know to
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The Taxi by Amy Lowell When I go away from you
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The Teacher by Hilarie Jones I was twenty-six the first time I held
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The Telephonist by Susan Yuzna I had my order. Not of the choirs
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The Testing-Tree by Stanley Kunitz On my way home from school
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The Thanksgivings by Harriet Maxwell Converse
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the theory and practice of postmodernism — a manifesto [excerpt] by David Antin about two years ago elly and i decided we needed a new mattress
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The Thread by Don Paterson Jamie made his landing in the world
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The Thread of Life by Christina Rossetti The irresponsive silence of the land
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The Threat by Denise Duhamel my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty
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The Three Times by Alfred Corn The first will no doubt begin with morning's
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The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The tide rises, the tide falls
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The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less by Gerard Manley Hopkins The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less
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The Transparent Man by Anthony Hecht I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
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The Tropics of New York by Claude McKay Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root
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The Truth About Northern Lights by Christine Hume I'm not right. I'm interfered with
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The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton Gone, I say and walk from church,
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The Two by Philip Levine When he gets off work at Packard, they meet
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The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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The Unknown Citizen by W. H. Auden He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
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The Untold Want by Walt Whitman The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted
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The Uses of Poetry by William Carlos Williams I've fond anticipation of a day
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The Valley of Unrest by Edgar Allan Poe Once it smiled a silent dell
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The Valve by David R. Slavitt The one-way flow of time we take for granted,
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The Violet by Jane Taylor Down in a green and shady bed
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The Visionary by Emily Brontë Silent is the house: all are laid asleep
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The Visit by Jason Shinder
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The Visitation by Brigit Pegeen Kelly God sends his tasks
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The Visitor by Jack Prelutsky it came today to visit
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The Voice by Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
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The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos So like a flower and a current of air
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