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somethingdarkerVainly struggles to escape its fangs - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
Feels the cursed venom through his life-blood flow - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
On through his veins the burning poison spreads - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
In hideous dissolution melts away - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
With water brimming our throats - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"
Our monuments rooting bones in all shores - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"
in some arrangement of my atoms - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
don't ask me when freedom is coming - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
absence is the arena of death - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
and flight is an act of fleeing - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
To climb its ramparts but to fall - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
The western flame in floods of fire was borne - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
The golden sunflowers ranged their faces to the west - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
Passed from out the close-barred room of time - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
Like thunder announces the arrival of lightning - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
That illuminates the celestial sphere - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
Holding my path in its rigid embrace - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
Beneath the mint and coral galaxy - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
This breath of fire - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
Their dead weight sinks our histories - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
To dream of repair - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
That pour through metal - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
As Lethe coils around a dream - Charles Edwin Jakeway "An Unfinished Prophecy"
Kindled with vermillion dew - Jami "Salaman and Absal: Absal Tempts Salaman" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Through the wave of Fire into Annihilation - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
His eyelashes wept blood - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Distorted image in the stream of fleeting Matter - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Trust not to her silent tongue - Alexander Jamieson "The Maid Who Wove"
Every thought was delusion - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"
The wound from a sigh - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"
The turnstiles of my life - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
But what do they know of endlessness? - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
When we want to feel our shadows - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
Looking at the agave outside my window - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
Six fat trout in my creel - David Jauss "Never"
Song of here becoming there - David Jauss "Never"
A vast clearing on the cosmos - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"
A new bird better than a phoenix - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"
a pendulum from knowing eye to mystery - Stephanie Jean "Recommendation"
Farewell to the cottage and vine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
I go to the land of the Stranger - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
Where pleasures alone will be mine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
And strangers could give no relief - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
Steadfast in passing the ketchup - Louis Jenkins "Diner"
Stands watching day return - Elizabeth Jennings "Old Woman"
Red with the death of Achilles - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
The season in which they flew - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
Anchored me into the mouth of never - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Isadora Duncan's Scarf"
Light your pipe on a fasting heart - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Grudge the earth its due - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Pay your premium of vulgarity - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Under the rain's gaping sluices - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Judging not the maze of anger - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"
The fury at the wasted years - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"
Where Dante dwells with Beatrice - Sophie Jewett "The Translator to the Author" (preface to Jewett's translation of "The Pearl"
That coaxes the sleepless into dream - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"
A potion to protect your lover's skin from fire - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"
Any breath works as thread - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
Bare their crooked hymns - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
But who owns any certainty - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
Collective practices of the personal - Bree Jo'ann "#Mood"
With nightmare tread approaching - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"
Horrors thicken as daylight fails - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"
All the vehicles for imbibing - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"
A catalyst for pathfinding and strength - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"
Where many echoes dwell - Dorothy Vena Johnson "Palace"
A sad goat in my kitchen - Julia Johnson "Failure"
Grasshoppers learn to sing as they go - Marie L. Johnson "The Grasshopper" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Boys with holly trimmed his hat - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Laughed until it made the teardrops start - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Tired of staying at home in the clouds - Marie L. Johnson "The Wind's Frolic" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
this earth can bear almonds - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
the limelight not meant for you - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
when the taste of salt sticks for days - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
Typing in a room full of monkeys - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
The bananas flow like wine - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
A stew full of murder - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
An eyebrow in the ocean - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
My rock in the glade - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
How I waited a whole year for September - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
An excuse on a small scrap of paper - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
In Misery's darkest cavern known - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
No cold gradations of decay - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
Broke at once the vital chain - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
Have mounted every step of ice - G.H. Johnstone "Ipse Ego..."
Snapped the chain of tranquil youth - G.H. Johnstone "Oxford in May"
For poised and halting thought - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"
Her stony eyes revealed - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"
Roses dropping from his hair - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"
Trample out his torch's flame - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"
Unkept by the present tense - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
The flowing virtue of verdant surfaces - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
The endless plot of daily benedictions - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
Witness the fury of poppies - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
The irises and their harsh tongues - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
Knit her a verb of silk and dew - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
When stars kneeled from the heavens - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
Leaving a streak of fluorescence in your hair - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"
No different than large amounts of chocolate - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"
Through all the silence on our tongues - Tish Jones "There Was No Sun in the Room"
With spires and turrets crowned - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
Starred and spangled courts - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
Wafts perfume to pride - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
You with your body of ferns - Ingrid Jonker "Journey Round the World" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer
On the open page of my desolation - Ingrid Jonker "When You Write Again" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer
Grown over with brier and thorn - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 1" transl. by Burton Watson
Wander weeping through empty halls - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 5" transl. by Burton Watson
Heiress of red embers - Bettina Judd "Not My Ancestors"
Each barefoot trip through your bloodbath house - Bettina Judd "on empathy"
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Feels the cursed venom through his life-blood flow - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
On through his veins the burning poison spreads - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
In hideous dissolution melts away - M.J. "The Sting of a Serpent" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXVIII, v.LIV, Dec. 1843]
With water brimming our throats - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"
Our monuments rooting bones in all shores - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"
in some arrangement of my atoms - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
don't ask me when freedom is coming - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
absence is the arena of death - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
and flight is an act of fleeing - Kara Jackson "fleeing"
To climb its ramparts but to fall - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
The western flame in floods of fire was borne - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
The golden sunflowers ranged their faces to the west - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
Passed from out the close-barred room of time - Violet Jacob "The Little Dragon"
Like thunder announces the arrival of lightning - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
That illuminates the celestial sphere - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
Holding my path in its rigid embrace - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
Beneath the mint and coral galaxy - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"
This breath of fire - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
Their dead weight sinks our histories - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
To dream of repair - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
That pour through metal - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
As Lethe coils around a dream - Charles Edwin Jakeway "An Unfinished Prophecy"
Kindled with vermillion dew - Jami "Salaman and Absal: Absal Tempts Salaman" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Through the wave of Fire into Annihilation - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
His eyelashes wept blood - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Distorted image in the stream of fleeting Matter - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald
Trust not to her silent tongue - Alexander Jamieson "The Maid Who Wove"
Every thought was delusion - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"
The wound from a sigh - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"
The turnstiles of my life - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
But what do they know of endlessness? - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
When we want to feel our shadows - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
Looking at the agave outside my window - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"
Six fat trout in my creel - David Jauss "Never"
Song of here becoming there - David Jauss "Never"
A vast clearing on the cosmos - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"
A new bird better than a phoenix - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"
a pendulum from knowing eye to mystery - Stephanie Jean "Recommendation"
Farewell to the cottage and vine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
I go to the land of the Stranger - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
Where pleasures alone will be mine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
And strangers could give no relief - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"
Steadfast in passing the ketchup - Louis Jenkins "Diner"
Stands watching day return - Elizabeth Jennings "Old Woman"
Red with the death of Achilles - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
The season in which they flew - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
Anchored me into the mouth of never - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Isadora Duncan's Scarf"
Light your pipe on a fasting heart - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Grudge the earth its due - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Pay your premium of vulgarity - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Under the rain's gaping sluices - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon
Judging not the maze of anger - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"
The fury at the wasted years - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"
Where Dante dwells with Beatrice - Sophie Jewett "The Translator to the Author" (preface to Jewett's translation of "The Pearl"
That coaxes the sleepless into dream - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"
A potion to protect your lover's skin from fire - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"
Any breath works as thread - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
Bare their crooked hymns - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
But who owns any certainty - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"
Collective practices of the personal - Bree Jo'ann "#Mood"
With nightmare tread approaching - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"
Horrors thicken as daylight fails - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"
All the vehicles for imbibing - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"
A catalyst for pathfinding and strength - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"
Where many echoes dwell - Dorothy Vena Johnson "Palace"
A sad goat in my kitchen - Julia Johnson "Failure"
Grasshoppers learn to sing as they go - Marie L. Johnson "The Grasshopper" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Boys with holly trimmed his hat - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Laughed until it made the teardrops start - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
Tired of staying at home in the clouds - Marie L. Johnson "The Wind's Frolic" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]
this earth can bear almonds - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
the limelight not meant for you - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
when the taste of salt sticks for days - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"
Typing in a room full of monkeys - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
The bananas flow like wine - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
A stew full of murder - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"
An eyebrow in the ocean - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
My rock in the glade - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
How I waited a whole year for September - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
An excuse on a small scrap of paper - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"
In Misery's darkest cavern known - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
No cold gradations of decay - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
Broke at once the vital chain - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"
Have mounted every step of ice - G.H. Johnstone "Ipse Ego..."
Snapped the chain of tranquil youth - G.H. Johnstone "Oxford in May"
For poised and halting thought - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"
Her stony eyes revealed - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"
Roses dropping from his hair - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"
Trample out his torch's flame - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"
Unkept by the present tense - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
The flowing virtue of verdant surfaces - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
The endless plot of daily benedictions - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"
Witness the fury of poppies - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
The irises and their harsh tongues - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
Knit her a verb of silk and dew - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
When stars kneeled from the heavens - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"
Leaving a streak of fluorescence in your hair - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"
No different than large amounts of chocolate - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"
Through all the silence on our tongues - Tish Jones "There Was No Sun in the Room"
With spires and turrets crowned - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
Starred and spangled courts - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
Wafts perfume to pride - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"
You with your body of ferns - Ingrid Jonker "Journey Round the World" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer
On the open page of my desolation - Ingrid Jonker "When You Write Again" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer
Grown over with brier and thorn - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 1" transl. by Burton Watson
Wander weeping through empty halls - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 5" transl. by Burton Watson
Heiress of red embers - Bettina Judd "Not My Ancestors"
Each barefoot trip through your bloodbath house - Bettina Judd "on empathy"
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