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Robert Burns

Born in Alloway, Scotland, on January 25, 1759, Robert Burns was the...
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	FURTHER READING


		Poems About Difficult Love
		A Love Song by William Carlos Williams, read by Ron Silliman

		Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

		Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg

		Demon and The Dove by Miguel Murphy

		Designer Kisses by Major Jackson

		Dregs by César Vallejo

		Enemies by Dante Micheaux

		He would not stay for me, and who can wonder by A. E. Housman

		How Much? by Carl Sandburg

		I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

		I Do Not Love Thee by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

		I have lived in your face by Jean Valentine

		I'm A Fool To Love You by Cornelius Eady

		Last Words to Miriam by D. H. Lawrence

		Love by Katy Lederer

		Love's Secret by William Blake

		Loving and Beloved by Sir John Suckling

		Never give all the heart by W. B. Yeats

		One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

		Opal by Amy Lowell

		Our Bed Is Also Green by Joshua Bell

		Pericardium by Joanna Klink

		Poetry Anonymous by Prageeta Sharma

		Red and Blue Planets by Joni Wallace

		Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman

		Sonnet 102 [If no love is, O God, what fele I so?] by Petrarch

		Sonnet 12 [Alas, so all things now do hold their peace] by Petrarch

		Talking to Patrizia by Kenneth Koch

		The Barrier by Claude McKay

		The Heart Breaking by Abraham Cowley

		The More Loving One by W. H. Auden, read by Nick Laird

		The Peace That So Lovingly Descends by Noelle Kocot

		This Deepening Takes Place Again by Emily Kendal Frey

		To A Sea-Cliff by Thomas Hardy

		To His Coy Love by Michael Drayton

		Untitled [I know I am but summer to your heart] by Edna St. Vincent Millay

		What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale

		What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

		Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman

		Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay

		[I Failed Him and He Failed Me] by Katie Ford

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Anna, Thy Charms
by Robert Burns

Anna, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated to despair! Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, To hope may be forgiven; For sure 'twere impious to despair So much in sight of heaven.
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