Potential Titles: Camille T. Dungy
Apr. 1st, 2010 12:29 amMust not waste her breath to sing - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: After the Dam"
The near edge of the purple horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"
At the near edge of the belligerent horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"
Out of the choir of air - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"
Her voice will blend with wind - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"
Until her cup is too heavy - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
The architecture of the poet's hands - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
Fruit had no recourse but rot - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
I walked in a circle in my mind - Camille T. Dungy "The Average Mother"
Underneathness and the welcome of mosses - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
The impossible hope of the firefly - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
Only one chair at your table - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
That pull back and wait for a moment - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
Purple carnations dark as my heart - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Any distraction I can carry - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Wake to bouquets of fire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
The black iris with their sabered blooms - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Announce in a celebration of shrapnel - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
A stalk of green panic and desire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
These sprigs of blossoming heartbreak - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Dreams will erupt in chaotic buds of flame - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Only seven trees left in the world - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #3"
Sweet potatoes root for their own harvest - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
Every pearl in the world releases its oyster - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
All my dreams rising for her - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
Hardtack and dried lime - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"
Landing on its bitter brilliance - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"
Resuscitate their small portion of the light - Camille T. Dungy "How Great the Gardens When They Arrive"
Builds her nest of moss and spider webs - Camille T. Dungy "Natural History"
And grief came along for the cake - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Joy and a kind of cold beauty - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Grief will ride in on the smallest of bodies - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Highlighted lessons and dog-eared parables - Camille T. Dungy "One to Watch, and One to Pray"
Touching those lost spaces inside his name - Camille T. Dungy "soldier's girl"
I hang in the undrenched intervals - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"
Necessary and imperceptible as air - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"
Whose scornings are flint on dry rock - Camille T. Dungy "Where bushes periodically burn, children fear other children: girls"
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The near edge of the purple horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"
At the near edge of the belligerent horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"
Out of the choir of air - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"
Her voice will blend with wind - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"
Until her cup is too heavy - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
The architecture of the poet's hands - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
Fruit had no recourse but rot - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"
I walked in a circle in my mind - Camille T. Dungy "The Average Mother"
Underneathness and the welcome of mosses - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
The impossible hope of the firefly - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
Only one chair at your table - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
That pull back and wait for a moment - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"
Purple carnations dark as my heart - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Any distraction I can carry - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Wake to bouquets of fire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
The black iris with their sabered blooms - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Announce in a celebration of shrapnel - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
A stalk of green panic and desire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
These sprigs of blossoming heartbreak - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Dreams will erupt in chaotic buds of flame - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"
Only seven trees left in the world - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #3"
Sweet potatoes root for their own harvest - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
Every pearl in the world releases its oyster - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
All my dreams rising for her - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"
Hardtack and dried lime - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"
Landing on its bitter brilliance - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"
Resuscitate their small portion of the light - Camille T. Dungy "How Great the Gardens When They Arrive"
Builds her nest of moss and spider webs - Camille T. Dungy "Natural History"
And grief came along for the cake - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Joy and a kind of cold beauty - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Grief will ride in on the smallest of bodies - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"
Highlighted lessons and dog-eared parables - Camille T. Dungy "One to Watch, and One to Pray"
Touching those lost spaces inside his name - Camille T. Dungy "soldier's girl"
I hang in the undrenched intervals - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"
Necessary and imperceptible as air - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"
Whose scornings are flint on dry rock - Camille T. Dungy "Where bushes periodically burn, children fear other children: girls"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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