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Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober
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Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
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Unappreciated Butterfly by Michael Burkard
No soon, no hard loan, no geometric woodwork
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Unbehold by Bruce Beasley
Lord Nelson's hand, blasted
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Unbidden by Rae Armantrout
The ghosts swarm
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Uncertain Grace by Rebecca Wee
How can she be beautiful? Eyes, ribs, the slope
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Unday by Fanny Howe
From no nowhere not near the sea
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Under a Certain Little Star by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
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Unfinished Poem by Shirley Kaufman
We live on a holy mountain
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Unfolded Out of the Folds by Walt Whitman
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded
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Units by Albert Goldbarth
This is the pain you could fit in a tea ball
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Unity by Pablo Neruda
There is something dense, united, settled in the depths
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Unmarked Grave by Gary Lilley
Old man, if it’ll help you rest, the shotgun
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Unnatural Selections: A Meditation upon Witnessing a Bullfrog Fucking a Rock by Jim Dodge
Amalgam of electric jelly,
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Untitled Poem [Unslide the door] by Joshua Beckman
Unslide the door
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Untitled [Back they sputter] by Eamon Grennan
Back they sputter like the fires of love, the bees to their broken home
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Untitled [Drunken boaters who land] by W.B. Keckler
Drunken boaters who land there all summer with candles
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Untitled [Each time I go outside] by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
Each time I go outside
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Untitled [I talk to my inner lover] by Kabir
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
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Untitled [Into the land of youth] by Killarney Clary
Into the land of youth, westward, to the place of starting again,
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Untitled [Mother and Dad are up] by Nancy Lagomarsino
Mother and Dad are up with the light
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Untitled [Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese] by Frances Chung
Sitting across from me on the bus a Chinese
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Untitled [There, by the crescent moon, the shark] by Shido
There, by the crescent moon, the shark
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Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us] by Gregory Orr
This is what was bequeathed us
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Untitled [Tis now since I sate down before] by Sir John Suckling
Tis now since I sate down before
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Untitled [To see this evil from its core] by Philip Lamantia
To see this evil from its core
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Untitled [Toward night] by Kevin Goodan
Toward night, frail flurries of snow
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Untitled [Whence cometh such tender rapture?] by Marina Tsvetaeva
Whence cometh such tender rapture?
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Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more] by Marilyn Hacker
You did say, need me less and I'll want you more
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Untitled [You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old] by Rudyard Kipling
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old
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Untranslatable Song by Claudia Reder
On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
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Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
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Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word 'Save' by Dobby Gibson
If you have seen the snow
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Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
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Upon Shark by Robert Herrick
Shark, when he goes to any publick feast
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Upper World by Rae Armantrout
If sadness
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Urgent Telegram to Jean-Michel Basquiat by Kevin Young
HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR
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User's Guide to Physical Debilitation by Paul Guest
Should the painful condition of irreversible paralysis
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