Feb. 1st, 2010

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Blue tunnel crossing the mirror - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

The mirror in the lavender hour - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

A corner of sunlight on the bed - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

Words that die before meaning - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

Relentless shredded threads - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

Sky chained to torture - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"

A window can be a mirror - Sara Borjas "Lies I Tell"

Not all windows open - Sara Borjas "Lies I Tell"


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By dark in the caul of the devil - John Bosworth "A Boy Can Wear a Dress"

Bought with a tin-can full of cherries - John Bosworth "A Boy Can Wear a Dress"

The flame at the hotel bar - John Bosworth "A Boy Can Wear a Dress"

Its own unaddressed question - John Bosworth "A Boy Can Wear a Dress"

An x-ray for colors beneath your colors - John Bosworth "A Boy Can Wear a Dress"


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This last denial of my faith - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

I sold my early truth - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

How hollow rings that word - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

Still my spirit's inward sight beholds - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

The conquering steps of day - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

Till dawn upon the hills shall smile - Charlotte Bronte "Apostasy"

In secret kept, in silence sealed - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

Whose charms were broken if revealed - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

And nights in rosy riot fly - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

Lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

Memory of the Past may die - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

When the heart is freshly bleeding - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

Can dwell on moonlight glimmer - Charlotte Bronte "Evening Solace"

Will not sleep, for fear of dreams - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Rising, quits her restless bed - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Obedient to the goad of grief - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Seek relief from the Eumenides of woe - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Beneath this sable bower - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

The yoke of absolute despair - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

My sorrow touches none - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

When all troubled burns life's flame - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Which will not dawn on grief and tears - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Shed not the tear of acrid gall - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Threw Eden sunshine on life's way - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

A draught from Sodom's lake - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

My memory grasps a hollow dream - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"

Lives by noise unstirred - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert I: The Garden"

That moonlight falls on Memory - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert I: The Garden"

And shows her fading scroll - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert I: The Garden"

Some method to unloose a knot - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert I: The Garden"

Paint the tissue fancy weaves - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert II: The Parlour"

Was such sensation Jonah's doom - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert II: The Parlour"

A net was woven round my feet - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert II: The Parlour"

Twelve deep vibrations toll - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert III: The Welcome Home"

Wild as one whom demons seize - Charlotte Bronte "Gilbert III: The Welcome Home"

As he looks to the kindling sky - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

Conquering flesh and sense - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

Sets the impatient spirit free - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

Walked through the times of night - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

On his path a secret light - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

His sad disciples mourning - Charlotte Bronte "Lament Befitting These 'Times of Night'"

Piles of porcelain rare - Charlotte Bronte "The Letter"

This mass of ancient treasures - Charlotte Bronte "Mementos"

Outside all is ivy, clinging - Charlotte Bronte "Mementos"

Where the tall turret rises high - Charlotte Bronte "Mementos"

Whose hopes too soon depart - Charlotte Bronte "Mementos"

The pale blight of time and sorrow - Charlotte Bronte "Mementos"

By daring wilder sorrow - Charlotte Bronte "Passion"

How this withering heart would burn - Charlotte Bronte "Passion"

Omens will shake his soul - Charlotte Bronte "Pilate's Wife's Dream"

Even terror to their malice quail - Charlotte Bronte "Pilate's Wife's Dream"

Foretold a dreadful doom for Pilate - Charlotte Bronte "Pilate's Wife's Dream"

A solitude of trackless snows - Charlotte Bronte "Pilate's Wife's Dream"

Makes Olympian glory dim - Charlotte Bronte "Pilate's Wife's Dream"

Hiding secret fires from view - Charlotte Bronte "Preference"

Fury cannot change my mind - Charlotte Bronte "Preference"

Which so whirls in passion's wind - Charlotte Bronte "Preference"

Foe to falsehood, wrong, and treason - Charlotte Bronte "Preference"

Filled with haunting fears - Charlotte Bronte "Regret"

The last bird's belated flight - Charlotte Bronte "Stanzas"

A dream I treasure up so jealously - Charlotte Bronte "The Teacher's Monologue"

All the sweet thoughts I live on - Charlotte Bronte "The Teacher's Monologue"

Bitter partings at its gate - Charlotte Bronte "The Teacher's Monologue"

For fate admits my soul's decree - Charlotte Bronte "The Wife's Will"

To ford the floods of woe - Charlotte Bronte "The Wife's Will"

Thoughtful for Winter's future sorrow - Charlotte Bronte "Winter Stores"

With hoarded sweets replenished - Charlotte Bronte "Winter Stores"


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Drenched in medicine bottles and ice - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Duplex for the Sick & Tired"

Our aches sing beyond joints and stethoscopes - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Duplex for the Sick & Tired"

How do the symptoms stack your days? - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Duplex for the Sick & Tired"

Careful chemistry of fried egg - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Root Systems"

Training us for end of times - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Root Systems"

Our version of prayer - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Root Systems"

No matter the soil we stood on - Kay Ulanday Barrett "Root Systems"

The pouring has a pattern - Kay Ulanday Barrett "While looking at photo albums"

Namesake means release - Kay Ulanday Barrett "While looking at photo albums"

Ocean salt and tear salt - Kay Ulanday Barrett "While looking at photo albums"

Make myself a harbor - Kay Ulanday Barrett "While looking at photo albums"


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The Mayan night breathing deep - Joseph Bruchac "Neh Tsoi"

What will you dream this night? - Joseph Bruchac "Neh Tsoi"

Stone calendars sown by the seasons - Joseph Bruchac "Neh Tsoi"

Of ancestors a century past - Joseph Bruchac "Prints"

Looking at your own fingerprints - Joseph Bruchac "Prints"

Someone else with a stranger's eye - Joseph Bruchac "Prints"

Through the eyes of the land - Joseph Bruchac "Speaking"

Your only script is the indrawn breath - Joseph Bruchac "Speaking"

Where stones are the heartbeat of flame - Joseph Bruchac "Speaking"

Speaks with the wind - Joseph Bruchac "Speaking"

But the wind still sings the same song - Joseph Bruchac "Tutuwas"

The hilltop trees still bend like dancers - Joseph Bruchac "Tutuwas"

Dancers in ceremonies that never ended - Joseph Bruchac "Tutuwas"

Protected from the weight of the snow - Joseph Bruchac "Tutuwas"


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Mist snakes the mountains - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

Storms sometimes never come - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

Deepens into a well filled with roots - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

Tea brewed from last summer's flowers - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

Every step shifts the surface - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

All my reparations made in darkness - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

In the space of my chest - Kyce Bello "Far Country"

Before the candles are lit - Kyce Bello "Far Country"


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In foreign climes condemned to roam - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

On some neighbouring mountain's brow - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Lulled by the lapse of gliding floods - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Pride and avarice throng the day - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Where in silence all is drowned - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

With sounds uncouth and accents dry - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Of mystic, dark, discordant lore - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

That leads me to the thorny maze - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Fenced by bulwarks of the law - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

The wisdom of a thousand years - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"

Uncursed amid the harpy tribe - Sir William Blackstone "The Lawyer's Farewell to His Muse"


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Almost too tired for bliss - Marie Hedderwick Browne "And for the Weary, Rest"

Airy dreams of high ambition - Marie Hedderwick Browne "At Last"

Feeding the hungry beggar bees - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Bed-Time"

The blackbird's golden flute - Marie Hedderwick Browne "The Blackbird"

Where pearls of joy keep bubbling up - Marie Hedderwick Browne "The Blackbird"

The hazy horizon's mystic veil - Marie Hedderwick Browne "By the Sea"

With tinsel lace tarnished and tattered - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A Child's Favourite"

That have daisies for their links - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Dorothy"

Mighty organ of a thousand keys - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Down by the Sea"

The glint of a reaper's blue scythe - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Her First Season"

Silken mittens soft and quaint - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Her First Season"

In a ship of shining shell - Marie Hedderwick Browne "In a Dream-Ship"

The brown bees reel with rapture - Marie Hedderwick Browne "In an Old Garden"

Warms the cold heart of the moon - Marie Hedderwick Browne "In an Old Orchard"

With the old spell of its eyes - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A June Memory"

And life's June goes for ever - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A June Memory"

Not a grain of kindred dust - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A Mother's Grief"

A meaningless refrain to empty walls - Marie Hedderwick Browne "My House Is Left Unto Me Desolate"

A distance measureless as my despair - Marie Hedderwick Browne "My House Is Left Unto Me Desolate"

Makes tender twilight of her face - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A Portrait"

The words I hear in the curlew's cry - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Regret"

Upon the threshold of my lips - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Revealed--Not Spoken"

Each wild note of his glad refrain - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Shattered Hopes"

My idol that has turned to clay - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Shattered Hopes"

Half blinded with rapture - Marie Hedderwick Browne "A Summer Wooing"

Waiting the zephyr's first faint kiss - Marie Hedderwick Browne "Water Lilies"

The grape of Love's deathless vine - Marie Hedderwick Browne "When Love Is Young"

The last poor tatters the forests wear - Marie Hedderwick Browne "When Love Is Young"


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Such a parcel of rogues - Robert Burns "Fareweel to A' Our Scottish Fame"

For hireling traitors' wages - Robert Burns "Fareweel to A' Our Scottish Fame"

Secure in valour's station - Robert Burns "Fareweel to A' Our Scottish Fame"

That treason thus could sell us - Robert Burns "Fareweel to A' Our Scottish Fame"

How rich the hawthorn's blossoms - Robert Burns "Highland Mary"

Underneath their fragrant shade - Robert Burns "Highland Mary"

Golden hours on angel wings - Robert Burns "Highland Mary"

To greet the purpling east - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

In thy scanty mantle clad - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

The card of prudent lore - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

Driven to misery's brink - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

Wrenched of every stay but Heaven - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

Crushed beneath the furrow's weight - Robert Burns "To a Mountain Daisy"

And pass the heartless day - Robert Burns "Winter: A Dirge"

Their fate resembles mine - Robert Burns "Winter: A Dirge"

These woes of mine fulfil - Robert Burns "Winter: A Dirge"


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A toolbox to support purgatory - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"

Bed was the highway that suited me - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"

Elements that made up the inevitable present - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"

Some curated notion of now - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"

A magnified photograph of a distant quasar - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"

Wrists twined with a red thread of electricity - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"

Sudden summer of thunder - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"

Rational thought with an axe beating on the forest door - Mary Jo Bang "And As In Alice"

Receiving the silk drip of sleep - Mary Jo Bang "And No Signs Will Mark the Midpoint's Passing"

Hydrogen cooling in columns of ash - Mary Jo Bang "And No Signs Will Mark the Midpoint's Passing"

Hecate, a torch in each hand - Mary Jo Bang "& There He Kept Her, Very Well"

Thoughts washed against a reef - Mary Jo Bang "Anniversary"

An inner still life landscape - Mary Jo Bang "Anniversary"

Never stops knowing hunger - Mary Jo Bang "Apology for Want"

Survival lies in resistance - Mary Jo Bang "Apology for Want"

Grief and the mute universe - Mary Jo Bang "April Is Ending"

When distance is the fixed abyss - Mary Jo Bang "Ashes"

Tape snaking through a stealth machine - Mary Jo Bang "An Autopsy of an Era"

Shattered glass and a checkpoint - Mary Jo Bang "An Autopsy of an Era"

The broken sound of a puppet's voice - Mary Jo Bang "Awake, I Listened"

Under lock and key in the netherworld - Mary Jo Bang "Awake, I Listened"

The pinprick that resets the elements - Mary Jo Bang "A Ballet Based on the Number Three"

Dieted down to twelve hours of light - Mary Jo Bang "The Beauties of Nature"

Cushioned between two storms - Mary Jo Bang "The Beauties of Nature"

The potential for memory to err - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"

As the dashboard races to a waiting disaster - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"

The breeze hushing the birds - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"

An unbroken line dividing outside from in - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"

Small love effaced by a late disbelieving - Mary Jo Bang "Begin Here"

Small but audacious acts of theft - Mary Jo Bang "Behind this Passion"

Spiraled with lashes of laurel - Mary Jo Bang "Belle Vue"

Each petal a shower of instant truths - Mary Jo Bang "Belle Vue"

Incomplete labyrinth of finished thought - Mary Jo Bang "Beneath the Din"

This vault door's hollow closing crash - Mary Jo Bang "Beneath the Din"

Time burning back to liquid - Mary Jo Bang "The Blank of Reason Produces Blank: After Goya"

The winder of consequence - Mary Jo Bang "The Blank of Reason Produces Blank: After Goya"

No sepia set of nostalgic names - Mary Jo Bang "A Boy at Play Is an Actor in a Tragedy"

As if zero were already a viewpoint - Mary Jo Bang "The Bread, the Butter, the Orange Marmalade"

Grown from seeds of optimism - Mary Jo Bang "Cafe Edgar"

An iron claw and a new-made screw - Mary Jo Bang "A Calculation Based on Figures in a Scene"

Back and forth to a song of no mercy - Mary Jo Bang "A Calculation Based on Figures in a Scene"

Lambs joined with dolphins - Mary Jo Bang "Can the Individual Experience Tragic Consequences?"

Mice in the midst of things - Mary Jo Bang "Can the Individual Experience Tragic Consequences?"

The skeleton dreaming its body back - Mary Jo Bang "Captivity"

A mind that knows nothing of boundaries - Mary Jo Bang "Captivity"

The breathless life of a jar - Mary Jo Bang "Chicago"

A tractor skirting a green triangle - Mary Jo Bang "Children Were Erasing Their Faces"

An empire of trouble was sending sparks - Mary Jo Bang "Children Were Erasing Their Faces"

The jar in which I keep the day - Mary Jo Bang "The Circus Watcher"

To be seen by my pincushion eye - Mary Jo Bang "The Circus Watcher"

Fear pressed against stone - Mary Jo Bang "The Clairvoyant"

The other half of my divided self - Mary Jo Bang "Close Observation Especially of One Under Suspicion"

While a painting dries in a furnace fire - Mary Jo Bang "Complications of Morning"

Exchange glances with nothingness - Mary Jo Bang "Costumes Exchanging Glances"

A boulder is gravel to glaciers - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"

Wedding of wished and fulfillment - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"

A mouse hands back a wolf-totem - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"

Sweet those inscrutable untruths - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"

Another sip of nectar - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"

The outrageous dawning of opinion - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"

The neon highway to heaven - Mary Jo Bang "The Crowd Closes In"

The aluminum morning takes on more tension - Mary Jo Bang "The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice"

Razor thin minutes slot without stop - Mary Jo Bang "The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice"

Warm, sugar sweet, and wormwood bitter - Mary Jo Bang "Dark Smudged the Path Untrammeled"

Skylarks straining to locate a star - Mary Jo Bang "Dark Smudged the Path Untrammeled"

Song of a garden caught in a robin - Mary Jo Bang "Day Two of a New Bear"

Hunting snails in the irises - Mary Jo Bang "Day Two of a New Bear"

A demon has sewn your lips shut - Mary Jo Bang "The Dead of Winter"

Except as an empire of trouble - Mary Jo Bang "Death and Disappearance"

To the sinister side of din - Mary Jo Bang "Death and the Maiden"

Thrown on an empty mirror - Mary Jo Bang "The Diary of a Lost Girl"

A broken glass on the edge of boredom - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"

Living on the opposite side of non-existence - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"

She partnered with the harpies - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"

Doubled the tragedy of the irrevocable - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"

In a steel trap of tiny tomorrows - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"

From the spiral maze of outer space - Mary Jo Bang "The Doctor's Monster Is Drowning"

Impartial lightning strikes the water - Mary Jo Bang "The Doctor's Monster Is Drowning"

The cabinet of fossilized delights - Mary Jo Bang "The Dog Bark"

When a well-lit bamboo lattice expands - Mary Jo Bang "The Doll Song"

Ariadne in charge of a labyrinth - Mary Jo Bang "The Doll Song"

Watching the night creep up on the noon - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"

Dreamland kept getting larger - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"

She would traverse an eon - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"

Placed that notion on the Mobeius strip - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"

Dogs from doomsday's third circle - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"

Breed a new brand of silence - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"

Attenuates the hour of late gray - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"

Measuring an immense span of glass - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"

Tasting the burnt sun, the black sea - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"

Knife to the narrative root - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"

The ink from an open orbit - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"

With a velvet curtain over your eyes - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"

This ruefully apocalyptic drama - Mary Jo Bang "E Is Everywhere"

Thrust into the Darwinian claw - Mary Jo Bang "E Is Everywhere"

Bound in advance by the story line - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake in this Case Was"

The longing for what can destroy us - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake in this Case Was"

Dripping onto a broken stone floor - Mary Jo Bang "The Echo"

Denting the sun's liquid disk - Mary Jo Bang "Eclipsed"

Took their shadows and went - Mary Jo Bang "Eclipsed"

That unbridled edge of anarchy - Mary Jo Bang "Electra Dreams"

After the facts are condensed - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"

Except to see sheep in the fog - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"

Day shutting its windows - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"

Death with a name on a bracelet - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"

In the netherworld of objects - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy"

Disappearing into knotgrass and bindweed - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy"

Night shuts the door of the train - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy for Two"

The single sad ribbon of later - Mary Jo Bang "The Elements of Style"

Walking a panther seaside - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"

Tigers hidden in treetops - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"

Leopards masking the faces of mountains - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"

Irresistible silence on the edge of a ruin - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"

The night obscures its losses - Mary Jo Bang "Everything that Was Is Now Owned"

Looking down at the nothing that's left - Mary Jo Bang "Everything that Was Is Now Owned"

The wilderness of evidence - Mary Jo Bang "Evidence"

Granting ceremony to the moment - Mary Jo Bang "Evidence"

The best gods of the boggled mind - Mary Jo Bang "The Experience of Being Outside"

Elements in common with cameras - Mary Jo Bang "Explain the Brain"

Darwin dreams of orchids - Mary Jo Bang "The Expression of Emotions"

Mice bred for insomnia - Mary Jo Bang "The Fable of a Fabric Woven with Resistance"

A treasure trove of purple lilacs - Mary Jo Bang "The Fable of a Fabric Woven with Resistance"

Slender shards of aloe escaping - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"

The gun on the wall never fired - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"

Bright night of distance - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"

A torn-bread awkwardness - Mary Jo Bang "February Elegy"

A litter of mimics about to make a killing - Mary Jo Bang "Filming the Doomsday Clock"

Anything to fill the vacuum of time - Mary Jo Bang "Filming the Doomsday Clock"

Revisions to the Napoleon machine - Mary Jo Bang "For the Final Report"

Thinking a mirror appears to do - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

Both sides of Apollo will look down on us - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

The concrete sky insists on rain - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

Staring straight at the thinking reeds - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

Sleeping in a state of detachment - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

Snowplow pushes time across the prairie - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

A map of forrows and folds - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"

Looking into a box of scattered catastrophes - Mary Jo Bang "Fragment of a Bride"

Distorting all rightful sense of space - Mary Jo Bang "From a New Place"

When you let go of a debt - Mary Jo Bang "From the Edge"

Your own tragic edge of a rug - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

Awareness of thought as desire - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

A surgeon to my own demise - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

A beige wool loathing of prudence - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

A window onto aphasia - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

The crosshairs of a hidden life - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

A transfiguration of the idea of time - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

Rats in the ashes - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"

The offspring of reality and illusion - Mary Jo Bang "The Game of Roles"

Your mind is a twice shattered lightbulb - Mary Jo Bang "The Game of Roles"

Something for the mercurial stomach - Mary Jo Bang "Ghost and Grays"

Playing cards with machine guns - Mary Jo Bang "Ghost and Grays"

The flutter of the taut rope about to break - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"

Sweet Finesse and her cold friend, Necessity - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"

Two stops apart on a tightwired continuum - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"

The sharp bite of the bad apple - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"

A mirror with a feather motif - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"

Under the dying grass moon - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"

Tied with twine of invisible hue - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"

Under satellite and sinew of wire - Mary Jo Bang "A Goddess Shakes Spring Awake"

Realization is a real formula for reluctance - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"

A lemon rim around a rectangle - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"

A bonfire of burnt-orange - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"

The bonfire of exquisite trees - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"

Lying on the edge of nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"

The splintered ends of what went before - Mary Jo Bang "Green Earth"

Bare in a mist-mad forest - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"

Blowing raw sky and storm scream - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"

Silence itself is strategy - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"

To grasp with wet hands - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"

The highest ideal of unwelcome - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"

Air ripe with arrested intention - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"

Unforgiven for the lapse - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"

To hide the zoo of my petty vices - Mary Jo Bang "Hanging the Curtain"

A watch that kept adding up the hours - Mary Jo Bang "Hanging the Curtain"

The vapor fringe where three theorems meet - Mary Jo Bang "The Harbor"

Stay suspended in ether's abiding - Mary Jo Bang "The Harbor"

Windows all masquerading as insect eyes - Mary Jo Bang "Having Both the Present and Future in Mind"

To a man in the midst of dissolving - Mary Jo Bang "Having Both the Present and Future in Mind"

Outraced the latest hour of midnight - Mary Jo Bang "The Head of a Dancer"

Minor quibbles a clock will iron smooth - Mary Jo Bang "Head-Heavy on its Snakestalk, the Tulip"

The lot with an abyss at the edge - Mary Jo Bang "Heartbreaking"

Imagination caught in the door latch - Mary Jo Bang "Heartbreaking"

A train that stops for nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Hell"

A murder of craven angels - Mary Jo Bang "Hell"

Recedes into the art of adoration - Mary Jo Bang "Her in the Eye of a Hurricane"

Aligned and fixed like the stars overhead - Mary Jo Bang "Here We All Are With Daphne"

The laughter of a cosmic joke - Mary Jo Bang "Here We All Are With Daphne"

Of time at the edge of a landscape - Mary Jo Bang "Here's What the Mapmaker Knows"

An empire of uncommon horror - Mary Jo Bang "Here's What the Mapmaker Knows"

Mica embedded in a mattress of slate - Mary Jo Bang "Hotel Incognito"

A song for all reasons - Mary Jo Bang "A Hurricranium, He Said"

Me breathing in the translation - Mary Jo Bang "I Am Already This Far"

Light at the end of a harrowed day - Mary Jo Bang "I as in Justice"

An immense power in uncertainty - Mary Jo Bang "I as in Justice"

Deep in the silt of a mythic mountain - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"

Some elusive bog-buried Lucy - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"

Where Sisyphus opened his red leather diary - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"

Across the sand dune of history - Mary Jo Bang "I in a War"

A single dream trope for doubling - Mary Jo Bang "I Was Dreaming"

As an ongoing address to emptiness - Mary Jo Bang "The Icon in the Hands of the Enemy"

Of ships crossing at right angles - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"

The chrome skin of a girl behind glass - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"

Cousin to simple persistence - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"

The clatter of knives and twice broken glass - Mary Jo Bang "In November We Inched Closer"

Cabins on either side of an hour - Mary Jo Bang "In November We Inched Closer"

Music of forest storm and sea spray - Mary Jo Bang "In Order Not to Be Eten nor All to Torne"

To begin again at zero - Mary Jo Bang "In St. John's Hospital"

One hundred and eighteen miniatures - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"

With five fish in a fountain - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"

A forest of fruit taking root - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"

Repetition with a twist of sediment - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"

Stars marvel in a heaven of now - Mary Jo Bang "In the Garden Behind the Master's House"

Cormorants on pitched roofs - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"

Against the brilliance of the last act - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"

The moon as an outburst of lyric - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"

Cat's whiskers to the east - Mary Jo Bang "In the Quieter Aftermath"

The mice play their games of croquet - Mary Jo Bang "In the Quieter Aftermath"

On top of the utopian arc - Mary Jo Bang "In the Street"

A sum of rigid limits - Mary Jo Bang "In this Business of Touch and Be Touched"

A banner the wind holds up - Mary Jo Bang "In This One World"

After the hurricane came through - Mary Jo Bang "In This One World"

Vines intertwined between minutes - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"

Onyx dreams of ships in fog - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"

An undaunted love of lightning and live wire - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"

A handful of murmur and stir - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"

A rhythmic geometry troubles the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"

To accommodate departure in segments - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"

Irises edging a back wall - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"

Day collapsing into equal night - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"

A tabletop scattered with ruins - Mary Jo Bang "Interrupted Briefly by a Borrowed Phrase, the Scene Proceeds"

Seeds of spent summer - Mary Jo Bang "Interrupted Briefly by a Borrowed Phrase, the Scene Proceeds"

Where weather was the only change - Mary Jo Bang "Intractable, and Irreversible"

I talk but always to a mirror - Mary Jo Bang "Intractable, and Irreversible"

The barren beige of dirt reduced to dust - Mary Jo Bang "It Says, I Did So"

Running up a further lifetime of debt - Mary Jo Bang "The Key"

A false wall that holds nothing back - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"

A rusted absence extending back in time - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"

Where a line turned into a mountain - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"

Light furrowed the future - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"

A convincing conspiracy of one - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"

Teaching time to the clock - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Go Back"

The chill hand of January - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Go Back"

Alive but robbed of suspense - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 1. Scene After Scene"

Midnight boundaries lost - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 1. Scene After Scene"

A veil on red music - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 3. The Nerve Fibers"

In the glow of dogs barking - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 5. Opened and Shut"

Looking at the map of her hands - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 5. Opened and Shut"

The edge of that insane remembering - Mary Jo Bang "Like Someone Asleep in a Cinema"

To the door of new depths - Mary Jo Bang "Louise"

In the moment that ended an eon ago - Mary Jo Bang "Louise"

Finally a gown of ambiguity - Mary Jo Bang "Louise Sighs, Such a Long Winter, This"

How deeply drugged on daily sorrows - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Myself at the Age of When - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Dusted the anteroom with alibi gray - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Sobbing knife turn in the neck of grief - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

The dim reaches of a watchdog's yawn - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Perplexing breezes bleeding through - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Passion a snare to hope - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

The Moon embalmed in Egypt - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Gloating above the sphinx - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Slashed through but not canceled - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"

Driving out of a nine-circle hell - Mary Jo Bang "Magic Makes Everything Right"

Through the cosmos and the axe in the back - Mary Jo Bang "Magic Makes Everything Right"

An unbroken overlay of dust motes - Mary Jo Bang "A Man Mentioned in an Essay"

Until the latch at the end of the day - Mary Jo Bang "A Man Mentioned in an Essay"

Waiting fate takes the form of Ariadne - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"

Whispers at the mouth of the maze - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"

Suspended like a lifelong doubt - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"

And live the waiting life - Mary Jo Bang "Masquerade: After Beckmann"

Looking at a watch that says now - Mary Jo Bang "Masquerade: After Beckmann"

My mother's zigzag pattern of static - Mary Jo Bang "Me, a Chronicle"

Their own secret inflection of want - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"

The broidered hue of illusion - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"

Idea drunk in the elegant gloom - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"

Becoming infinite abyss extended to wish - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"

A turned cup over barbed wire and heart break - Mary Jo Bang "Metaphor as Symptom of Reason's Despair"

In that diminished instance - Mary Jo Bang "A Miniature"

Married to the risk of fossilization - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"

Granite with blood in its veins - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"

Looking back at an avalanche of glass - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"

The diamond-point engraving done by air - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"

A porcelain nun behind a wrought iron gate - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"

The job of resisting the sweep of time - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"

The economy of a compass - Mary Jo Bang "A Model of a Machine"

Blended into an incendiary whole - Mary Jo Bang "N as in Nevermore"

In shell-game catastrophe - Mary Jo Bang "N as in Nevermore"

An electric rabbit hidden inside - Mary Jo Bang "News of the Day"

The street with its zebra crossing - Mary Jo Bang "Night After Night"

Fixed to the list of her eye - Mary Jo Bang "Night Falling Fast"

The springless January of his beginning to be gone - Mary Jo Bang "No Exit"

Passing through a furious fire called time - Mary Jo Bang "No More"

Across a lacerating lapse in time - Mary Jo Bang "No More"

Blunted tapestry of black and blacker - Mary Jo Bang "No Talking"

All other routes are sown with burdock - Mary Jo Bang "Nonesuch"

The quick lens shifts to a fragmenting figure - Mary Jo Bang "Nothing Compares to Daphne in Green"

A knife draws a line between heaven and earth - Mary Jo Bang "Nothing Compares to Daphne in Green"

Romance only takes us so far - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

Turning the leaves into teas - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

On the lake at the back of my mind - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

As the crab does the cuttlefish - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

Quibbled each morning with gravity's persuasion - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

Respected the pause between lightning and skybreak - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

A door with its solid assertion - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"

The needle-broom of all her mindless errors - Mary Jo Bang "Now"

Making a strudel of bluebirds - Mary Jo Bang "The Numbers"

A solution to the seven deadly sins - Mary Jo Bang "The Numbers"

Begins with the sound of a cat - Mary Jo Bang "O Means the Mouth"

Build a backdrop of the faceless - Mary Jo Bang "O Means the Mouth"

The meek hand on a banister - Mary Jo Bang "Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be"

But today was a turncoat - Mary Jo Bang "Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be"

With night as a needle - Mary Jo Bang "On the Balcony of the Building"

All the boats on the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"

Engaged in the task of humming along - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"

The signals sent on the cellular level - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"

Knew my altered perception must be accurate - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"

Found a way to go to the bottom of the world - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"

Asking is an act of harmony - Mary Jo Bang "On the Subject of Conjuring"

The girl with the ruby tattoo - Mary Jo Bang "On to the Onslaught: A Little Millennial Dirge"

Defining what yes meant - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"

The jigsaw-interlock of sand grains - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"

The deaths past and present in ashes - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"

The lulling sentiment of forward motion - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"

With the economy of an index card - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"

A perfect edge and a battling edge are battling - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"

To imagine my upcoming absence - Mary Jo Bang "One Glass Negative"

A building's collection of angles - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"

Radio signals run through rain - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"

With a silent heart's potential - Mary Jo Bang "One Thing"

Getting into a bed of flowers - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"

A moment's orphan in the afterdark - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"

The funnel cloud on the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"

Merely by listening to echoes - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"

An obsessive attention to dreams - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"

Repair the mountain again - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"

War on the hinge of a second - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Attached to an observer - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

The relationship of experience to sight - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Each axis dead-ending - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Skinned the surface of cinders - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Beauty protecting against summer scorch - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

The velvet howl of a holding leech - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

A vial half-full of harsh perfume - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Early fall wrapped in a shawl - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

No linearity in a flood - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

The geometric outline a pentimento - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Accepted by the empty hour - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Bread fills a cup - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

The hunger to be held in a box - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Time holding its own drape - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Now disavowed of illusions - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Prophet of the keeping quiet - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"

Watch the chiaroscuro movie of my mind - Mary Jo Bang "Our Evening Is Over Us"

Living with the ruin we were given - Mary Jo Bang "Our Evening Is Over Us"

An anchor tattoo in amber - Mary Jo Bang "Outnumbered at O"

Inside of a cardboard horse - Mary Jo Bang "Outnumbered at O"

Negotiate the question of the space between - Mary Jo Bang "P Equals Pie"

On his way to a donkey-headed nowhere - Mary Jo Bang "P Equals Pie"

Backbite of bicker and rant - Mary Jo Bang "Packing the Heart"

Lashed by an onslaught of echoes - Mary Jo Bang "Part of a Larger Picture"

The acetate tears of a flickering film - Mary Jo Bang "Part of a Larger Picture"

Time will weight her equal to gravel - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

Speak with tasseled exactitude - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

In the maze of two million moments - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

Radical in the dark room - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

Metal filings filled the hour - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

The manhandled grammar of nature - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

With the draught of an icy decline - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

A litany of limited metaphors - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

Snow birds and sooty herons caught - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"

Somewhere past the point of fading - Mary Jo Bang "The Perpetual Night She Went Into"

Monday's tower of wooden blocks - Mary Jo Bang "The Perpetual Night She Went Into"

Heretics believe there is a forest - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"

Embrace a witch who smells of ginger - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"

Who smells of ginger and cinders - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"

Trailing a burst of fireworks - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"

The castle and the riverward rat - Mary Jo Bang "A Place"

This little bit of Lethe water - Mary Jo Bang "A Place"

Facing a sea full of glowworms - Mary Jo Bang "Poem"

The sparse marginalia of a scroll - Mary Jo Bang "Poem"

The inexact value of an empire of ether - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"

As if evolution is embodied in absence - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"

In the idea of atmosphere - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"

Rooting in a nexus of needles - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"

Pinched face mirrored in a latent puddle - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"

What does Narcissus see in that little disk? - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"

Looking for a fake mirror - Mary Jo Bang "Practice for Being Empty"

A record of a permanent closed door - Mary Jo Bang "Provisional Doubt as an Architectural Space"

Disappearing like some relentless nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Provisional Doubt as an Architectural Space"

Of danger that came from caution - Mary Jo Bang "Q Is for the Quick"

Action in the form of a rabbit - Mary Jo Bang "R Equals the Royal Road to Reality"

Walked on the edge of an apology - Mary Jo Bang "Raptured"

Ascension into a patient brilliance - Mary Jo Bang "Raptured"

Time stops in a tea shop - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"

The labyrinth door swings two ways - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"

Every peril paired with its opposite - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"

Ocean's teapot of eroding waves - Mary Jo Bang "Real Time"

The cleansing that closes winter - Mary Jo Bang "Reign of Unreason"

Stranding me between heaven and earth - Mary Jo Bang "Reign of Unreason"

The frayed edge of the dance floor - Mary Jo Bang "Reminds Me Ramona"

Where 'zero' stands for the treason of warmth - Mary Jo Bang "Renunciation of Dream and Such"

One for comfort and twice for fear - Mary Jo Bang "Ritual Gestures"

Voltaire knocks at his daughter's window - Mary Jo Bang "Ritual Gestures"

The case for asymmetry - Mary Jo Bang "River Up, Rising"

The carpet of repeating elements - Mary Jo Bang "River Up, Rising"

To put a death-mask on tragedy - Mary Jo Bang "The Role of Elegy"

The cabinet of genuine particulars - Mary Jo Bang "The Role of Elegy"

This or that arch of the empire - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"

Palm trees pinned against a wall - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"

Unseen but assumed - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"

A room that tilts inward - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"

The unsaid becoming a picture - Mary Jo Bang "Rude Mechanicals"

Otherwise covered with tin men - Mary Jo Bang "Rude Mechanicals"

Nod our collective and singular head - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"

Of protest on the grounds of the quarrel - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"

How quickly oil moves to aluminum - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"

Include the art of accusation - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"

Honor the percentage of failure - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"

Boredom leaves crumbs on the table - Mary Jo Bang "The School of Knowledge"

Locked between two rows of metal teeth - Mary Jo Bang "The School of Knowledge"

Railroad tracks and hobo jungle - Mary Jo Bang "A Screen Door Slams"

An indifferent lighthouse that sweeps the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror"

A steel maze inside - Mary Jo Bang "Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror"

The demon of the art of living - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"

Hide in the architecture of the event - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"

The spectral and eternal aspect of the moment - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"

To vivisect the ear's dear pleasure - Mary Jo Bang "She Couldn't Sing At All, At All"

Spinning in the hope current - Mary Jo Bang "She Couldn't Sing At All, At All"

Into love's sweet looking glass - Mary Jo Bang "She Loved Falling"

No language unique to time - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"

The syntax of inaction - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"

The syntax of deliberate action - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"

In the theater of the skull - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"

Tuesday, the oracle of stone - Mary Jo Bang "Slow Dancer"

Learned echoes from emptiness - Mary Jo Bang "Slow Dancer"

Forever inside the revelving universe - Mary Jo Bang "Sometimes I Come To and Wonder"

With its blight of glass bulbs - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands"

Until the doom door opens - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands"

A member of the fiasco survivor's club - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands, II"

A drawing of an all-night sky - Mary Jo Bang "Speaking of the Future, Hamlet"

Let the string be knotted on its linear axis - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

The machinery hum of a pheasant flutter - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Galled by the gift of a clock - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Using only a cup of water - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Frequent division, occasional subtraction - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

One fragment kissed another - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

That omission can be cruel - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Used to connote a blank space - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

No abominable chalkboard emanation - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Let fragments hold a space - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"

Breathless in the remnant of a fire - Mary Jo Bang "The Star's Whole Secret"

Silence kept sounding its silver bell - Mary Jo Bang "Staying Is a Form of Haunting"

A tree trunk formed from a handful of ashes - Mary Jo Bang "Still as in a Still After Still"

Time was a brushfire burning - Mary Jo Bang "The Still Knife Still Suspended"

The tailor's eye which knows by sight - Mary Jo Bang "Still Life with Glasses"

Over a long-night chrysanthemum sun - Mary Jo Bang "Still Life with Glasses"

Lock the box with the key inside - Mary Jo Bang "The Storm We Call Progress"

A brother grown bigger by another name - Mary Jo Bang "The Storm We Call Progress"

Out onto the end of looking - Mary Jo Bang "The Story of Small Cars"

A system of seeing through slats - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"

Raising a ruckus of dust - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"

The symphony of scalpels silenced - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"

Exiting a cracked glass - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"

Made from the hinge of day - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"

Through the shield of the window - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"

A tin man walking a dog - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"

The artichoke watches the train - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"

Unlike the logic of the lamp - Mary Jo Bang "They Were That and Then"

How the sea keeps beating up the boardwalk - Mary Jo Bang "Think of Jane and the Regency Era"

An ocean of grief pressed into ovals - Mary Jo Bang "This Morning"

The deepest charcoal residue of a forest burned - Mary Jo Bang "This Morning"

In the trunk of a hollowed year - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"

Veil after unlifted veil - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"

Foot drag and dream - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"

Appeasement turned bitter - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"

A birthright eschewed - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"

While a bent hook holds back the last - Mary Jo Bang "Three Trees"

Caprice and a cocktail shaker - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"

Sewn tighter than truth - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"

A fork in the shadow of a cup - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"

A toy dog left on a rowboat adrift - Mary Jo Bang "Today You're the Still Photographer"

And grind that shell into glass dust - Mary Jo Bang "Tomb in Three Parts"

The infinite duplicity of a suffocating blanket - Mary Jo Bang "Tomb in Three Parts"

In response to an imploding code - Mary Jo Bang "Too Late, Louise Said, Means"

Light unhinges air from rock - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"

A comet bobs in blue blankness - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"

Misaligned marbles worthy of Elgin - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"

What tragedy was always trying to teach - Mary Jo Bang "Tragedy"

Tunnel under an avalanche - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"

The stairs inside the tripling device - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"

A cloud on its way to becoming amnesia - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"

On the fluttering edge of oblivion - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"

As thinking reaches its dwindling end - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"

Will later make the illusion seem cruel - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"

Stark against the light box of servitude - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"

My x-ray heart - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
A mouthful of nail heads - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"

Our thoughts imprisoned by the image - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"

A short-term loan of agate - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"

To build a house against thunder and thirst - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"

When Tragedy has agency - Mary Jo Bang "Unknown and Unknowable"

Who waits for never to happen - Mary Jo Bang "Untitled"

Every outline is a cage - Mary Jo Bang "Untitled"

The tormented arithmetic of one minus one - Mary Jo Bang "Utopian Longing Becomes More Absurd"

A domino sequence of nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Utopian Longing Becomes More Absurd"

The low lit ceiling of night - Mary Jo Bang "Visiting"

A dream of walking shoeless - Mary Jo Bang "Visiting"

The snake wrapped around a rusted tree - Mary Jo Bang "W Is for Whatever"

A camera turned on a mirror - Mary Jo Bang "The Wake Was a Line and We Watched"

The jagged glass reforming into a narrative - Mary Jo Bang "The Wake Was a Line and We Watched"

The atmospheric furnace of despair - Mary Jo Bang "The Wallpaper behind the Day"

A ball that rolls down a timeless hill - Mary Jo Bang "The Wallpaper behind the Day"

References to the serpentine after - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"

Undermining the roots of To Be - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"

Staring at the open-mouthed stars - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"

An arrow in the heart of forever - Mary Jo Bang "What If"

The axe wrapped in tree roots - Mary Jo Bang "What Is a Mouth?"

In the dawn of a reasonable doubt - Mary Jo Bang "What Is a Mouth?"

Heir to arson's fuel and rag - Mary Jo Bang "What Is Red"

Burnished by expandable light - Mary Jo Bang "What Is so Frightening"

Fireflies mocking the false alchemy of ever and elsewhere - Mary Jo Bang "What Was Seen"

Leather cobbled by thread and nails - Mary Jo Bang "The What Within"

Marching to an easy puppet beat - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"

Pin pricks in a watery bed sheet - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"

Who had fallen in love with amnesia - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"

Waiting for winter to leave me alone - Mary Jo Bang "When I Was an Inanimate Object"

The even sweep of a filtered breeze - Mary Jo Bang "When I Was an Inanimate Object"

Everywhere the eye discovers fortune - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"

The skull with its spare coat of reason - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"

As a forewarning of weather - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"

Forward toward the missing beginning - Mary Jo Bang "Where"

Reduced to ideas and empty rooms - Mary Jo Bang "Where Once"

Leaving today on the floor - Mary Jo Bang "Y Is for Year's Mind"

When it's April in the eye - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"

Between notions of gravity - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"

A city dressed for evening or earthquake - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"

Inheritor of vain insistence - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"

Molecules in motion and memory - Mary Jo Bang "A Year Ends"

Topiary cleaved along a zigzag divide - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"

A tin voice giving the overview - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"

Swing lights in the closet of night - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"

Laid out like a beach ball gone airless - Mary Jo Bang "You Know"

As if history were a sound - Mary Jo Bang "You Know"

The most beautiful seldom I ever saw - Mary Jo Bang "You Were You Are Elegy"

Ophelia in her small lake - Mary Jo Bang "Z Is for Zed at the End"

The evening's hair all laced with lily - Mary Jo Bang "Z Is for Zed at the End"


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The thick red sorrow of sunsets - Paul Bernstein "After Hours"

The electric communion of guitars - Paul Bernstein "After Hours"

Unravels us into our separate threads - Paul Bernstein "After Hours"

Into heaven's cold uncertain light - Paul Bernstein "The Commuters"

All the faith they can afford - Paul Bernstein "A Day at the Races"

Chicken little in a broken shell - Paul Bernstein "Day One of the Deluge"

The moon's black horses - Paul Bernstein "Dusk: a Cinquain"

The souls of trees are silent - Paul Bernstein "Footfall"

A posse of ghosts chasing down life - Paul Bernstein "Night Mares: a Cinquain"

Atop hope's wild horses - Paul Bernstein "Night Mares: a Cinquain"

Where forgotten gods lie thirsting - Paul Bernstein "A Prayer for the Departed"

Left with a heartbreak of roses - Paul Bernstein "Prodigal"

The promised land's hard comfort - Paul Bernstein "Sideshow"

Just enough to tempt the snake - Paul Bernstein "Skin Deep"

A coat too confining to keep - Paul Bernstein "Skin Deep"

The timetables of their brief commute - Paul Bernstein "Sparrows"

Hear Pandora fumbling with the lock - Paul Bernstein "Treasure Chest"

Awakes the wasting artfulness of elms - Paul Bernstein "The Withering Elms and I"

Tinting heaven to an emerald dream - Paul Bernstein "The Withering Elms and I"

My roots still sip the honeyed earth - Paul Bernstein "The Withering Elms and I"

A little stone without a star - Paul Bernstein "Worlds Apart"

Drowning in a teardrop - Paul Bernstein "Worlds Apart"


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Songs happened in time - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "poetry is a temporal art"

Nestled at the center of the shaking - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "poetry is a temporal art"

Across the pulse of time - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "poetry is a temporal art"

Pounded out a few choice clouds - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "sky hammer"

The sparrows washing in the dusty gravel - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "sky hammer"

Beyond the spider of a doubt - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "sky hammer"

Or elsewise, sugared in stars - Julian Talamantez Brolaski "sky hammer"


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Meter of organ and sense - CM Burroughs "Body as a Juncture of Almost"

Parabola and experience - CM Burroughs "Body as a Juncture of Almost"

Escape periphery's clutch - CM Burroughs "Dream, After Her Burial"

All varieties of traveler disembark - CM Burroughs "Dream, After Her Burial"

Discards those weevils on tarred roads - CM Burroughs "Elegy for a Server"

Formless, all energy and myth - CM Burroughs "God Letter"

Einstein permitting himself multitudes - CM Burroughs "God Letter"

With throngs of worthy acolytes - CM Burroughs "God Letter"

I am the noise with deathly thoughts - CM Burroughs "God Letter"

And Leathe's wick tide takes that, too - CM Burroughs "I am Warm, I Know Nothing"

Undress my courteous bones - CM Burroughs "Questions During Protest"

Accomplished patterns of leaving - CM Burroughs "Some Young Woman"

A litany of graceful names - CM Burroughs "Some Young Woman"

Risk misfortune's unrelenting map - CM Burroughs "Supposition"

The late prism of the metamorphic world - CM Burroughs "The Vital System"

The duvet built in honey - CM Burroughs "The Wait"


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A line of hibiscus drawn in shade - Taneum Bambrick "After Picasso's 'The Rape'"

How many times have I fought persistence - Taneum Bambrick "After Picasso's 'The Rape'"

A gather of knuckles and thread - Taneum Bambrick "After Picasso's 'The Rape'"

Polished rocks littered with bread crusts - Taneum Bambrick "Date"

Beyond the knives of a tractor - Taneum Bambrick "Driving to Cadiz"

Five paper airplanes poking at turned dirt - Taneum Bambrick "Driving to Cadiz"

Collected on the heads of chamomile plants - Taneum Bambrick "Intimacies Received 5"

Falling in love with the sun - Taneum Bambrick "Legend"

Twelve towers tall enough to pierce and hold - Taneum Bambrick "Legend"

A swallow coiled with gold leaves - Taneum Bambrick "Lovers' Mural"

With three lines of gold in its ceiling - Taneum Bambrick "Oven Street"

In the moment before we decide - Taneum Bambrick "Saying I Am a Survivor in Another Language"

The most important ingredient is the silence - Taneum Bambrick "Saying I Am a Survivor in Another Language"

A village made of thick paper - Taneum Bambrick "Saying I Am a Survivor in Another Language"


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Learned touch from air - Jan Beatty "Drag"

Fashioned love from strangers - Jan Beatty "Drag"

From the shredded tires of predators - Jan Beatty "Drag"

Throw the red flag down - Jan Beatty "Drag"

The sky is full of stumbling ghosts - Jan Beatty "I'll Write the Girl"

Tastes the day's first plasma of leaf - Jan Beatty "I'll Write the Girl"

Biting open one thing to leave another - Jan Beatty "I'll Write the Girl"

Blood with the same taste as mine - Jan Beatty "Report from the Skinhouse"

I am replica of nothing - Jan Beatty "Report from the Skinhouse"

Below the fuselage of my heart - Jan Beatty "Sitting Nude"


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The slow wheels of the mind - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"

Astride the sound barrier - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"

Bones breaking like time in a song - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"

The slow, dark cattle call of cause and effect - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"

Trains heading to all galactic points - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"

Singing the torch song of the amnesiac - Herman Beavers "On Seventh Avenue at Stop-Time"


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The names those noteless burial-stones display - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Their wounded hearts afresh would bleed - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Whose relics moulder here - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Yielded on the field their breath - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Breakless chain, and iron thrall - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Path of pain of prayer - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan

Thy spirit intermix with earthly hope - Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), c.1608 "A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel" transl. by James Clarence Mangan


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From The Poem-Book of the Gael on Project Gutenberg. Selected and edited by Eleanor Hull. The preface say poems are translated by Hull if not otherwise credited, but it's not clear if all poems were translated (I'm treating them as having been, but... I might be wrong). I'm separating out the poems that list clear authors (as opposed to attributions), and those will be indexed as normal.
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What poets sang in Atlantis? - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

Sounds not the secrets of its silences beneath - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

When the last bubbles of Atlantis broke - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

Put lengthier bondage on them all - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

All the isles that fleck this turning star - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

Lonely purgatories of the mind - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

Is founded on the hearts of men - Gordon Bottomley "Atlantis"

Primeval props of the new threatening sky - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Rhythms of change within the heart begun - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Pylons and monoliths went on by ages - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

A thing foredoomed to limits - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Postulants for the stars' previous wisdom - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Upon a mountain stirring a surmise of floods - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Beneath their circles of low packed smoke - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

As one who condescends unto to the sea - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

In the crypt among our earth's foundations - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

That men forget them or were lost in them - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Where dawn and midnight mingled - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

Building past his knowledge - Gordon Bottomley "Babel: The Gate of the God"

That cherish dim waters - Gordon Bottomley "The Crier by Night"

The sky was come upon the earth at last - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

Within the system of blind planets - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

And shadowless trees rootlessly paused - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

Crossed that dry falling dust - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

Kept the sequence of the days - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

As a sound deepens into silences - Gordon Bottomley "The End of the World"

Lures us all half way to death - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

To relish the watchers' tears - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

When night makes life unwary - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

The torn marrow of an adder's spine - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

Saw a pack of stretching weasels hunt - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

To worship on that height - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

The wind bares you for a god's descent - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

And speak from the top of life - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

And ride to the heron-marsh - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

And hang the longest feathers in my hair - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

Knitted up within my mind - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

My lonely joy in your words - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

More closely press upon that midnight air - Gordon Bottomley "New Year's Eve, 1913"

Used and spent, and then abandoned and passed by - Gordon Bottomley "New Year's Eve, 1913"

Measures out the earth in lines of life - Gordon Bottomley "The Ploughman"

His acre brought forth roots last year - Gordon Bottomley "The Ploughman"

May find the secret of the skies - Gordon Bottomley "The Quest"

When you destroy a blade of grass - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Remember no man's foot can pass - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Your vision is machines for making more machines - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Buried in the night, preparing destinies of rust - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Iron misused must turn to blight - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Plants that spring in ruins and shards - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

Attend until your dream is done - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"

When the old hollowed earth is cracked - Gordon Bottomley "To Iron-Founders and Others"


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Raspberries of the glowing amber kind - Louise Morey Bowman "Amber Raspberries"

Eerie fingers of the rain - Louise Morey Bowman "The Birth-Night"

Weird, tiny knives of nerves and wits - Louise Morey Bowman "The Birth-Night"

A kite of hope in life or hope in death - Louise Morey Bowman "The Birth-Night"

Painted upon that fluttering kite - Louise Morey Bowman "The Birth-Night"

Grieves for its waning power - Louise Morey Bowman "The Dead Violin"

Pour vanished song on a mystic shore - Louise Morey Bowman "The Dead Violin"

Icicle tears from the ice-bound years - Louise Morey Bowman "The Dead Violin"

Powder of diamond upon a silver birch - Louise Morey Bowman "Deep Snow"

Becomes a herald swift beyond belief - Louise Morey Bowman "Grapes"

Set the rose-shrouded sundial in shadow - Louise Morey Bowman "Green Apples"

Drenching the perilous garden - Louise Morey Bowman "Green Apples"

To-day is written in curling smoke - Louise Morey Bowman "The Mountain that Watched"

That hold the fury of the night - Louise Morey Bowman "The Mountain that Watched"

From darkness into glimmering ecstasies - Louise Morey Bowman "The Mountain that Watched"

Against my hand a little crumbling dust - Louise Morey Bowman "The Mountain that Watched"

In my ears a great triumphant song - Louise Morey Bowman "The Mountain that Watched"

All the vibrant sunshine in the world - Louise Morey Bowman "Moment Musical"

All past and vanquished in this sullen cold - Louise Morey Bowman "Oranges"

Solemn majesty of menace and woe - Louise Morey Bowman "Oranges"

Heaps of rare drifted salvage - Louise Morey Bowman "Oranges"

Savour of ethics proved and tried - Louise Morey Bowman "Oranges"

Has conquered dragons of old pain - Louise Morey Bowman "A Portrait"

A sign and seal of dominating law - Louise Morey Bowman "The Post Box"

Delicate lanterns, star-kindled - Louise Morey Bowman "Song [Dew... Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew]"

Kept her tally of the years - Louise Morey Bowman "The Witch"

Written on the smooth gray stone - Louise Morey Bowman "The Witch"


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In the hope of striking oil - John Breslin "The Cruise of the Catalpa"

Copper-fastened and well found - John Breslin "The Cruise of the Catalpa"

Bloodhounds straining at the slip - John Breslin "The Cruise of the Catalpa"

All threats and danger scorning - John Breslin "The Cruise of the Catalpa"

Fear and chains behind us cast - John Breslin "Rolling Home"

And the dark surge roll below - John Breslin "Rolling Home"

Whose golden glory flashed and blazed - John Breslin "The Sunburst and the Tricolor"


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In history a living page - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

The juggernaut chariot time - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

As ever shown by time - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

That heavenward flashed its ray - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

Revealing the shining mark - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

From high pedastels toppled - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"

Gazed into the future's deep - David J. Brown "Sequoyah"


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In drunken pride of youth - Sterling A. Brown "Challenge"

Mischief-making Time would never dare - Sterling A. Brown "Challenge"

Strange and defiant lovers - Sterling A. Brown "Challenge"

Clay for any clumsy sculptor - Sterling A. Brown "Effie"

A rusty vane with rickety ways - Sterling A. Brown "Effie"

Bury her and bury her deep - Sterling A. Brown. "Maumee Ruth"

Preach her the lies about Jordan - Sterling A. Brown. "Maumee Ruth"

Found an alien and unknown content - Sterling A. Brown "Return"

Watched the antic frogs - Sterling A. Brown "Return"

That fleck the unkempt meadows - Sterling A. Brown "Return"

From out the thickleaved oaken shade - Sterling A. Brown "Return"

While hours sauntered past - Sterling A. Brown "Return"

The bitterness of days like these - Sterling A. Brown "Salutamus"

Beacons to blaze out the way - Sterling A. Brown "Salutamus"

Shall learn the quietness of Arden - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Close engirdled by your vines - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

No other grace to ask - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

No better cloister from the bickering hours - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Unmindful of the futile din - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Who can boast of other seizure - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Flaunt the winnings of your thieveries - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Purpled evenings spent in pleasing toil - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Capricious largesse of the miser soil - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Colorful living in a world grown dull - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"

Life's puzzle solved - Sterling A. Brown "To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden"


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In distant lands and evil times - Lucius Beebe "Autumn Lament"

Singer and shepherd of the lonely past - Lucius Beebe "Autumn Lament"

Only the bitterness of harvest wind - Lucius Beebe "Autumn Lament"

Unimagined lyrics of despair - Lucius Beebe "Autumn Lament"

In deficit of countless springs - Lucius Beebe "Autumn Lament"

In solemn silence sleeping - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

Under a sunset of perpetual fire - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

The disconsolate petals on the grass - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

All the fragrance of divine Apollo - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

Forsake philosopher and sage - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

Out of nocturnal anguish into dawn - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

And paint with poppied words - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

The rapture of ambrosial springs - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

The dusty passion of the streets - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

Ageless things in awakened woods - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

The wan summons of a grieving fate - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

Lingering by Lethe's tideless void - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"


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In tinted splendor sank - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Drifting"

The soft chiming of the vesper bell - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Drifting"

Drift along the Bay of Time - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Drifting"

Till my last sun shall set - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Drifting"

Cast anchor where no shadows fall - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Drifting"

Surrender to their charm and mystery - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Filled with You"

No word of hope you've spoken - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Filled with You"

What depth of bitterness is ours - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Heart-Throbs"

Patient toil does not suffice to win - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Heart-Throbs"

Surveys with aching heart - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Heart-Throbs"

That only nature could explain - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Morning on Shinnecock"

Merging into sorrow's day - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Morning on Shinnecock"

On these shores they find no home - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "On the Long Island Indian"

Sinks beneath Oblivion's wave - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "On the Long Island Indian"

Unhindered by the rocks - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "A Picture"

My longings ripen into worth - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "The Plains of Peace"

No language could my grief define - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Regret"

Shorn of sacred meaning - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Symbols"

Descent from lofty faith and purpose - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Symbols"

Unholy planes of selfishness - Olivia Ward Bush-Banks "Symbols"


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Where my Sunflower wishes to go - William Blake "Ah, Sunflower"

The fibrous roots of every heart - William Blake "The Book of Thel"

Infixes deep its restless twists - William Blake "The Book of Thel"

Builds a heaven in hell's despair - William Blake "The Clod and the Pebble"

Then the dreadful light shall break - William Blake "A Cradle Song"

Mercy has a human heart - William Blake "The Divine Image"

Drive an angel from your door - William Blake "The Divine Image"

A dream did weave a shade - William Blake "A Dream"

Over many a tangled spray - William Blake "A Dream"

But I saw a glowworm near - William Blake "A Dream"

Calls the watchman of the night - William Blake "A Dream"

While the beetle goes his round - William Blake "A Dream"

Her locks covered with grey despair - William Blake "Earth's Answer"

And binding with briars my joys - William Blake "The Garden of Love"

Cruelty knits a snare - William Blake "The Human Abstract"

Spreads the dismal shade of Mystery - William Blake "The Human Abstract"

Bears the fruit of Deceit - William Blake "The Human Abstract"

Like a fiend hid in a cloud - William Blake "Infant Sorrow"

Making all the vales rejoice - William Blake "The Lamb"

Removed the curtains of the night - William Blake "A Little Girl Lost"

The mind-forged manacles I hear - William Blake "London"

Runs in blood down palace walls - William Blake "London"

Her thorns were my only delight - William Blake "My Pretty Rose Tree"

When wolves and tigers howl - William Blake "Night"

Shall flow with tears of gold - William Blake "Night"

Washed in life's river - William Blake "Night"

The wren with sorrows small - William Blake "On Another's Sorrow"

Feel my sorrow's share - William Blake "On Another's Sorrow"

In seed time learn - William Blake "Proverbs of Hell"

Leads to the palace of wisdom - William Blake "Proverbs of Hell"

The fox condemns the trap - William Blake "Proverbs of Hell"

If the lion was advised by the fox - William Blake "Proverbs of Hell"

The crooked roads without improvement - William Blake "Proverbs of Hell"

Who countest the steps of the sun - William Blake "The Sunflower"

Puts all Heaven in a rage - William Blake "Three Things to Remember"

What the hand dare seize the fire? - William Blake "The Tiger"

In what distant deeps or skies - William Blake "The Tiger"

Dare its deadly terrors clasp - William Blake "The Tiger"

When the stars threw down their spears - William Blake "The Tiger"

Folly is an endless maze - William Blake "The Voice of the Ancient Bard"

Tangled roots perplex her ways - William Blake "The Voice of the Ancient Bard"


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A few centuries of honest work - Wendell Berry "Anglo-Saxon Protestant Heterosexual Men"

Into the dust of birthright - Wendell Berry "My Great-Grandfather's Slaves"

Their shadows having risen and consumed them - Wendell Berry "My Great-Grandfather's Slaves"

When despair for the world grows in me - Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things"

Where the wood drake rests in his beauty - Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things"

Who do not tax their lives with forethought - Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things"

Come into the presence of still water - Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things"

Above me the day-blind stars waiting - Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things"

All that I serve will die - Wendell Berry "The Wish to be Generous"

Into the seed of the beginning and the end - Wendell Berry "The Wish to be Generous"

A patient willing descent into the grass - Wendell Berry "The Wish to be Generous"


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Wicked & away - John Berryman "Dream Song 1"

Pried open for all the world to see - John Berryman "Dream Song 1"

Empty grows every bed - John Berryman "Dream Song 1"

Deprived of his enemy - John Berryman "Dream Song 9"

Surviving to this feast - John Berryman "Minnesota Thanksgiving"

We stand again in debt - John Berryman "Minnesota Thanksgiving"


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Not born knowing how to walk across - Julie Babcock "Amen to Artillery"

All the white space remains - Julie Babcock "American Flyers"

Inside an ocean that never spills - Julie Babcock "Being Right"

Bass tremors of a memory - Julie Babcock "Bright Light"

So still at the moment of liberty - Julie Babcock "Capture and Release"

Hijack the next spaceship and travel to Mars - Julie Babcock "Dick and Jane Burn Down the House"

An open door full of light - Julie Babcock "Driving at Midnight"

Shrouds itself and whispers exits in the dark - Julie Babcock "Driving at Midnight"

Centuries in layers of abandoned love - Julie Babcock "The Grey Goose"

Lined my splinters with blindfolds - Julie Babcock "The Grey Goose"

Daisies rooted in water reeds - Julie Babcock "The Grey Goose"

Abandoned love kept whispering hope - Julie Babcock "The Grey Goose"

Which explains the long line of wolves - Julie Babcock "Jonah's Trick"

Backstage ducks preening in the wings - Julie Babcock "Jonah's Trick"

Extra girls swinging in the rafters - Julie Babcock "Jonah's Trick"

Wrapped in all that seaweed and salt - Julie Babcock "Jonah's Trick"

Take these remains and plant them - Julie Babcock "Johnny Appleseed Proposes"

This land is made for resurrection - Julie Babcock "Johnny Appleseed Proposes"

Engineered to calculate the cycle of the moon - Julie Babcock "The Moundbuilders Country Club"

Full of diamonds and cold triangles - Julie Babcock "The Moundbuilders Country Club"

Crossed the rivers with my bag of stealth - Julie Babcock "Ohio Apologia"

They sit high in unreachable trees - Julie Babcock "Philomel"

The birds are busy choosing trees - Julie Babcock "Preparedness"

200 years underline with waving ribbons - Julie Babcock "The Remainder of Barns"

Jewelry box for lone earrings - Julie Babcock "Singles"

The memory of a code already solved - Julie Babcock "Solving for X"

Broken nails against the underworld - Julie Babcock "The Witnesses"

Stand in the net of light together - Julie Babcock "Wolfwoman"

Filled with dripping water and locked doors - Julie Babcock "Wolfwoman"


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Since woods were only acorns - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

Glass slicing open the soles of my feet - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

Since eternity's first grumpy yawns - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

Wearing the very heavens - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

All those spiky bits of stars - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

Fewer options than you grant a clever cat - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

And shape the world to suit myself - Devan Barlow "Dear Charles Perrault"

I approach my moon's apiary - Devan Barlow "A Moon Witch at the Party"

Hive magic plays along my skin - Devan Barlow "A Moon Witch at the Party"

Bees sheltered in the trees - Devan Barlow "A Moon Witch at the Party"

Asking for honey to crystallize - Devan Barlow "A Moon Witch at the Party"

The citrus peels our witch-work requires - Devan Barlow "A Moon Witch at the Party"

Should a dragon linger at your hummingbird feeder - Devan Barlow "Your Visiting Dragon"

Trust your dragon knows its business best - Devan Barlow "Your Visiting Dragon"


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braille on silken canvas - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

painting wings onto a dryad - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

repenting the body's shadow - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

the shadow unstitched from its body - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

the shadow turned crow - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

and finally i have seized myself - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

grape-green and wounded - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

that the tides too might be flattened - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"

that the oceans have known better universes - Tahnia Barrie "I Am Scabs, One and Legion"


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Amid the beaming of love's stars - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "Dirge"

If there were dreams to sell - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "Dream-Pedlary"

Sails in the bubbles ghostily - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "A Song on the Water"

And rattles down the pebbly shore - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "To Sea"

Unseen Mermaids' pearly song - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "To Sea"

Break the caved Tritons' azure day - Thomas Lovell Beddoes "To Sea"


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The spirit of a heron lifting from the river - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"

Ink stretches under midnight - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"

Finding birds in the building with no roof - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"

The birds that sing themselves the moon - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"

Not to bleed into ruins but to embrace them - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"

Loved the moon more than the cold sun - Tristan Beiter "The Birds Singing in the Rocks"


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That mirrors well my life of yesterday - John Philip Bourke "At Parting"

Life's circles spread their limits wider - John Philip Bourke "At Parting"

No charm in the miser's gold - John Philip Bourke "Dreaming the Dream of Life"

Fate points out our different ways - John Philip Bourke "The End of the Episode"

Where glamour clothed the days - John Philip Bourke "The End of the Episode"

But those alone may know the cost - John Philip Bourke "The End of the Episode"

Kindred children of the Spring - John Philip Bourke "The Golden Age"

Throw fantastic shadows on the grass - John Philip Bourke "The Golden Age"

While Discord plays on life's guitar - John Philip Bourke "The Golden Age"

Answer the crack of the whip - John Philip Bourke "The Gospel of Shirk"

Singers standing on the outer rim - John Philip Bourke "John Philip Bourke"

Greeting the sunrise with its matin song - John Philip Bourke "John Philip Bourke"

Barriers across the mental plain - John Philip Bourke "John Philip Bourke"

A blackened fire grown emberless - John Philip Bourke "The Leaden Hoof"

With tangled warp and broken woof - John Philip Bourke "The Leaden Hoof"

A magpie singing on the roof - John Philip Bourke "The Leaden Hoof"

That crumbles in these hands - John Philip Bourke "The Leaden Hoof"

In a valley draped with gold - John Philip Bourke "The Pilgrimage"

Where no fatal adder hisses - John Philip Bourke "The Pilgrimage"

Ropes of sand that bound us - John Philip Bourke "The Pilgrimage"

Dull threads mingle life's woof between - John Philip Bourke "Till Day Is Done"

Velvet fingers at midnight's hush - John Philip Bourke "Till Day Is Done"

Paint your tresses with silvered brush - John Philip Bourke "Till Day Is Done"

Tangled still was the skein she spun - John Philip Bourke "Under the Heel of Fate"

Break the reign of monotone - John Philip Bourke "The Versemakers"


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The giant swirled with grey and shadow - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

A ribbon of gas twist away in the dark - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

Strings flowing like music in your eyes - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

One side boils and the other blows away - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

A gift through curves lit only by aurorae - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

And all the inertia you could carry - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

Stay young in a bubble of speed - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

Built a cathedral of principles - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

To mine a deep mountain of truth - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

Read you the writing of his soul - Richard Ford Burley "Birds in Flight"

Across oceans' roads past rows of ghosts - Richard Ford Burley "I Fight Monsters"

A name I made by trading lives - Richard Ford Burley "I Fight Monsters"


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Only the old grey walls remain - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Abbey Walls"

Like a prophet filled with fears - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Autumn"

Sat grieving on her ancient throne - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Coming of Summer"

Caught the echoes of the herald's song - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Coming of Summer"

Birds soft singing through the shade - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Coming of Summer"

Across the threshold of Time's palace - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Coming of Summer"

As the long-toiling light fades - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Death of the Laureate"

And memory brings her sweetest stores - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Death of the Laureate"

Early spring's dissolving powers - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Hawthorn Spray"

Dark winding from the bright abodes - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

With Charon's coin in palm - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

Bent with duty's measured pull - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

Lamentations from lost souls - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

Past the range of starry travel - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

With Cerberus to guard its portals - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

And talons of the lion fierce - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

Usurps the functions of the mind - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

With all his blood turned lead - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Orpheus"

Weaves the glory of the golden corn - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Poet"

Translates the wonders of the sky - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Poet"

The brow of art by fancy crowned - Edward Burrough Brownlow "The Sonnet"

Dismal spirits doomed to wander - Edward Burrough Brownlow "Winter"


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A world rippled by the years we've left behind - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Across the blackened fields are only smothered stars - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Smothered stars casting their phantom reflections - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

This single sliver of history - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Weightless as a dandelion clock - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

In the chorus of the wind - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

True music, just a threshold away - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

A mere distraction from the sun's leap - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Till the body rusts away from the light - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Sprouting on acres of aching centuries - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

Bubbling into someone else's twilight - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"

At every shut door in the stirring city - Samuel A. Betiku "Psalm with Displaced Body Rattled in its State of Rest"


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Midnight visits and a wing's caress - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

Passing by clouds and dreams long lost - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

While soaring high on heaven's breath - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

Bound by trials of silence - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

While treading upon barren shores - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

Not high enough to palm the moon - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

Working in sweat and skin and bone - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"

Binding spells of silence and hope - Carina Bissett "Seven Swans"


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In a barnacle built for two - Calef Brown "Barnacle Built for Two"

With a powerful barnacle glue - Calef Brown "Barnacle Built for Two"

Lightbulbs on a birthday cake - Calef Brown "Birthday Light"

First made famous yesterday - Calef Brown "Biscuits in the Wind"

Like biscuits in the wind - Calef Brown "Biscuits in the Wind"

Never climb a rubber ladder - Calef Brown "Bossy Casey"

Never punch a kettle - Calef Brown "Bossy Casey"

Never kiss a nettle - Calef Brown "Bossy Casey"

Tossing crumbs of hornet nests - Calef Brown "Coven Tots"

He never loses twice - Calef Brown "The Gambling Ghost"

Using haunted dice - Calef Brown "The Gambling Ghost"

Happen to glance at Medusa - Calef Brown "Sally"

Inviting other sphinxes out - Calef Brown "Tiny Baby Sphinx"

With a bottle of rain - Calef Brown "Weatherbee's Diner"


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As they sung your brothers into the sea - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"

Their tales dulled by moonless night - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"

Dance on seaweed-strings for clapping hands - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"

To lay tourmalines and tinted glass - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"

Red claws to clutch and gills to gasp - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"

Between the pizza and the death ray - Leah Bobet "Her Hero"

Through the sear of smoky coal and burnt hair - Leah Bobet "Hold Fast"

Hell in the smallest places - Leah Bobet "Hold Fast"

Paced their dollhouse walls - Leah Bobet "Hold Fast"

Through the upward roads of Hell - Leah Bobet "Hold Fast"

Generations mingle and whisper in tongues - Leah Bobet "Leonid's Family Reunion"

magicians knew spectacle was struggle reframed - Leah Bobet "Notable Escapes"

spilled past the footlights - Leah Bobet "Notable Escapes"

use your struggle as disguise - Leah Bobet "Notable Escapes"

never let them know your true size - Leah Bobet "Notable Escapes"

A tumult, a tempest, a true tribulation - Leah Bobet "Psyche and Eros"

Learned accounting to sort lentils - Leah Bobet "Psyche and Eros"

Husbandry to pluck golden fleece - Leah Bobet "Psyche and Eros"

Physics to contain beauty in a box - Leah Bobet "Psyche and Eros"

After the ambrosia had burned through her veins - Leah Bobet "Psyche and Eros"


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No false image in the sand - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

This dream tucked into the pocket of a year - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

Pawning our milky eyes for any clues - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

With cunning magic called your ghost - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

Stands of trees bearing false oranges - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

We'll fold you into sparrows - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

Swap you last-minute with a dream - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

We all need places to disappear to - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

In our combined lifetimes of wandering - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"

And disappearing into bright wet mirror - Katy Bond "Sestina for a Friend Misplaced and Recovered"


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Brachiosauruses by the bleachers - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"

Gymnosperms by the punch bowl - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"

Bring just a flashlight and an alibi - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"

And enter the lungs of the school - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"

Kingdoms froth forth and fall - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"

The buzzing of the blackboard pontificating - Haley Bossé "When the Time Comes to Split the Gym"


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Nobody needs your damn armada - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Neither selkie nor siren am I - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Spindrift and ozone solidified - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

This armature of shipwreck splinters - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Insidious as rats in steerage - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Dark alleys between night-crested waves - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Whispered queries marlin-sharp - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Smashed your puny sextants - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Ready your wrists for my lightning - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Her bastard consort Gravity - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Siphoned sacrifices meant for our goddess - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Squandered blood on beaches - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Slaked the whirlpool mouths of our queen - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Sends assassins not ambassadors - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

The ichor spilling from this illusion - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

A shell soon to be discarded - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Bring this plague ship to port - Lisa M. Bradley "Nuestra Señora de las Maravillas Lost at Sea, 1527"

Clamping down on each homesick wish - Lisa M. Bradley "The Skin Walker's Wife"

Heart furling tight around new hurts - Lisa M. Bradley "The Skin Walker's Wife"

Great, echoing chambers of herself - Lisa M. Bradley "The Skin Walker's Wife"

These cactus spines smeared with blood - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

A cup of sugar she hasn't asked for - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

A key on a kite string - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

With iron bars over her windows and doors - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

The house struck by lightning - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

The cactus stubborn as iron - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Nopales as second line of home defense - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Brigands and bootleggers and burglars - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

To hide our white-lightning past - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

When our omens came to pass - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Stopped holding each other hostage - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

But now lie under oleander - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Wasps and scorpions and tarantulas - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Through the afterburn on my retinas - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Burned a Jacob's Ladder into my eyes - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Lived in that box of lightning forever - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

The last things we all agreed on - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Water dancing with onion, garlic and salt - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

Completed unexpected circuits - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"

A door just cracked open - Lisa M. Bradley "Una Cancion de Keys"


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As threatening to withdraw from us - John Bunyan "Of the Going Down of the Sun"

Our horizon with darkness will be spread - John Bunyan "Of the Going Down of the Sun"

Do but themselves confound - John Bunyan "True Valour"

Not room enough in all the Field - John Bunyan "Upon the Lark and the Fowler"

A Glass placed betwixt Nets - John Bunyan "Upon the Lark and the Fowler"

Where Birds from Fowlers nets are free - John Bunyan "Upon the Lark and the Fowler"


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Writes her scattered dream - Robert Bridges "Angel Spirits of Sleep"

Lightens on the comb of leaden waves - Robert Bridges "The Clouds Have Left the Sky"

And the proud swans stray - Robert Bridges "Elegy"

The empty words of a dream - Robert Bridges "I Love All Beauteous Things"

And sheeted in a desolate plain - Robert Bridges "I Never Shall Love the Snow Again"

The hidden moon shed thievish light - Robert Bridges "I Never Shall Love the Snow Again"

Gathered up the crystal manna - Robert Bridges "London Snow"

For the charm they have broken - Robert Bridges "London Snow"

Silver-speaking mirrors of desire - Robert Bridges "Ode to Music"

Some perishing mute shadow - Robert Bridges "There Is a Hill"


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Sleeps in pools of gold - Laurence Binyon "The Belfry"

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres - Laurence Binyon "For the Fallen"

Music in the midst of desolation - Laurence Binyon "For the Fallen"

Through an airy maze of motion - Laurence Binyon "The Little Dancers"

Lightly threaded with nimble feet - Laurence Binyon "The Little Dancers"

Jonquils and pansies round her head - Laurence Binyon "Psyche"

Losing that forgetful sphere - Laurence Binyon "Psyche"

And linger at the gate of Sleep - Laurence Binyon "Psyche"

Pass home with stealthy feet - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

The lofty chimes awaken - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

Deep thrills of ordered sound - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

The weight of many thousand dreams - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

Unbuilt all walls of thought - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

And quiver in repeated change - Laurence Binyon "The Road Menders"

Awakes to those more ample skies - Laurence Binyon "Youth"

Drink in the enchanted prospect - Laurence Binyon "Youth"

So eagerly across that unknown span - Laurence Binyon "Youth"

As swell'd the breasts of Bacchus' throng - Laurence Binyon "Youth"

And unavailing wishes - Laurence Binyon "Youth"


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An owl's soft, pulsing calls - Terry Blackhawk "Along Waite Road"

Floating in light from windows - Terry Blackhawk "At the National Gallery of Art: Memorial View"

Trilobites and shells embedded underfoot - Terry Blackhawk "At the National Gallery of Art: Memorial View"

This forest of drowned roller coasters - Terry Blackhawk "At the National Gallery of Art: Memorial View"

Succulent pillows of salt and sea - Terry Blackhawk "A Blessing of Scallops: Eastern Market, Detroit"

How waves know when to stop cresting - Terry Blackhawk "A Blessing of Scallops: Eastern Market, Detroit"

Walk alone through a midnight graveyard - Terry Blackhawk "A Blessing of Scallops: Eastern Market, Detroit"

A thin wind across a wire - Terry Blackhawk "Chambered Nautilus, with Tinnitus and Linden"

Through the wild watershed of history - Terry Blackhawk "Diptych i. Drawing You In"

The calendar established by the bees - Terry Blackhawk "Diptych ii. Singing You Up"

Planets in their astonishing alignment - Terry Blackhawk "Diptych ii. Singing You Up"

Emptied of all but your art - Terry Blackhawk "Diptych ii. Singing You Up"

Speculating about the breeze or the sky - Terry Blackhawk "Early Elegy"

The rhythm of hammers and nails - Terry Blackhawk "From the Roof"

Their ease of angles and altitude - Terry Blackhawk "From the Roof"

Filling my dreams with broken windows - Terry Blackhawk "From the Roof"

Believed in the sweetness of salt - Terry Blackhawk "Lot's Wife"

Through the piled up years of his art - Terry Blackhawk "I know it's bad form"

Put those shadows in your painting - Terry Blackhawk "In Duple Time"

Smooth with its swoop of swallows - Terry Blackhawk "Maumee, Maumee"

Oriole hopping from branch to branch - Terry Blackhawk "Maumee, Maumee"

House finch weaving its song - Terry Blackhawk "Maumee, Maumee"

Climbed each available twig - Terry Blackhawk "Maumee, Maumee"

Set my mind babbling with visions - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Gave poppies to the dragon - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

The nodding assent of flowers - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

As your frost ruled my mind - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Logicians of city and state - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Form a garland of revenge - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

A gift of pain disguised - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Put on a shawl of smoke and haze - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Like ashes concealing fire - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

Distract me from understanding green - Terry Blackhawk "Meditation in Green"

Whole childhoods of green - Terry Blackhawk "Meditation in Green"

Planting their flags on the wind - Terry Blackhawk "Not Wafting, but Dofting"

Deep ochre and cobalt shadows - Terry Blackhawk "Of Course"

On the verge of taking your last breath - Terry Blackhawk "Of Course"

Lose to the sawdust floor - Terry Blackhawk "Out of the Labyrinth"

The whirlwind has no name - Terry Blackhawk "Out of the Labyrinth"

To worship the bull from the sea - Terry Blackhawk "Out of the Labyrinth"

This dream is too dry - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

Beneath a sun-bitten sky - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

Chisels into the marrow of your sleep - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

Bearing her peace like a cup of blessed wine - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

If a door exists in every story - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

A window in every dream - Terry Blackhawk "A Peaceable Kingdom"

Every time the moon rises full - Terry Blackhawk "Query"

Nothing to lose by touching down - Terry Blackhawk "Query"

Your breath the only constant - Terry Blackhawk "Sonny Rollins and the redemptive handrail"

Sends ripples into the universe - Terry Blackhawk "Sonny Rollins and the redemptive handrail"

Landscapes turned inside out - Terry Blackhawk "Sonny Rollins and the redemptive handrail"

Wading love's amber arpeggios - Terry Blackhawk "Sonny Rollins and the redemptive handrail"

Strangers just in from the rain - Terry Blackhawk "Sun Hat: Cape Cod Photo #1"

Conjuring a swarm of angels - Terry Blackhawk "Torque Dancer"

Read storm warnings in retrospect - Terry Blackhawk "Wild Bird Rescue in Key West"


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Take the pencil in its turn - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Who has slept four thousand years - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

May dally with imaginings - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Ascend in tempest to this height - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Like the camel's shadow on the sands - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Remorseless as the hurricane - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

As the sad curfew sounds - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Let the majestic dahlia glitter - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

An empress, in her blazonry of beauty - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Views her shadow in the stream - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Gentle and delicate as Ariel - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Smiles in cold seclusion - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Amid the wilderness of waves - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

All memory of their fortunes - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

The whispered secret of a deed of blood - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Nor other orison at morn - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Like a giant in his strength - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Snatched by the circling surge - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

And every star seemed listening - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part First"

Light beyond the storms of Time - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

Pursued the colts among the sand-hills - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

And each his own apostle - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

Each a steam-engine of crime - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

In equal scorn dogmas and dreams - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

Amid his red and reeling priests - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

Lord of the whirling wheels - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

And the monuments of darkest ages - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"

Softest on sorrow's wound - William Lisle Bowles "Time"


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Each act and thought decreed - Benjamin West Ball "Agimur Fatis"

The dark billows of the sea of fate - Benjamin West Ball "Agimur Fatis"

Before the zephyrs sail - Benjamin West Ball "Agimur Fatis"

Salutes the pilgrim's eye - Benjamin West Ball "Anastasius"

Sole solace of my dark career - Benjamin West Ball "Anastasius"

Like Asrael's venomed dart - Benjamin West Ball "Anastasius"

Apostate to my father's creed - Benjamin West Ball "Anastasius"

Below its gossamer arches frail - Benjamin West Ball "Anastasius"

I'll quarry the sapphire sunset - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

My ivory floors shall glitter - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

With slumber's dews oppressed - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Follow Apollo's sinking wain - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Whom the fiery horse drew - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Past the sceptre of Uriel - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

And the planet-chorded Lyre - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Thy winged yoke in triumph - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Gone the ivory house of pleasure - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Where the Syrian cedars grew - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Could a monarch's heart subdue - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

In the yard the lindens moan - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

Through the dusky-woven veil of time - Benjamin West Ball "Athens"

From the golden quivers drawn - Benjamin West Ball "Athens"

Like silver through the olive's green - Benjamin West Ball "Athens"

Arachne plies her gossamer loom - Benjamin West Ball "The Authoress of The Mysteries of Udolpho"

With devious feet, and void of fixed intent - Benjamin West Ball "Autumn"

Amid the calm and liberal air - Benjamin West Ball "Autumn"

Their faded state in such pure haunts - Benjamin West Ball "Autumn"

The silent tenants of the sea - Benjamin West Ball "Autumn"

Has hidden long from weeping eyes - Benjamin West Ball "Autumn"

Like fiery coals of martyrdom - Benjamin West Ball "The Autumnal Ride"

Through veils of ether opaline - Benjamin West Ball "The Autumnal Ride"

Sucked the air with Ariel's greed - Benjamin West Ball "The Autumnal Ride"

Forever marked with white - Benjamin West Ball "The Autumnal Ride"

Sceptred Gorgon of the Isles - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

Fiercest of the kingly brood - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

Promethean will uncrushed and calm - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

His blighted sinews nerved and strung - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

Thoughts like hydras lurked and coiled - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

His heart of iron did not quail - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

From beneath Gehenna stirred - Benjamin West Ball "Booth's Richard"

The din of life from yonder towers - Benjamin West Ball "The Cemetery in Summer"

Where you on kisses fed - Benjamin West Ball "The Cemetery in Summer"

Forget in sleep my weariness - Benjamin West Ball "The Cemetery in Summer"

A thousand leagues into the western sky - Benjamin West Ball "The Cemetery in Summer"

Weaves it with less gaudy dyes - Benjamin West Ball "The Cemetery in Summer"

Ammon's solar fount congeals - Benjamin West Ball "Concetto"

In the smiles of fortune cold - Benjamin West Ball "Concetto"

Upon the forehead of the firmament - Benjamin West Ball "Cymindis"

The silver chain of that wild song - Benjamin West Ball "Cymindis"

Within the beak of a relentless vulture - Benjamin West Ball "Cymindis"

Glides the shadow round the dial - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

In its shadow dreams are brooding - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

On each tenth returning sunrise - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

The meadows of the Sirens starred with blossoms - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

To lampless glooms descend - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

Through the umbered spaces wend - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

The tribes of birds collected - Benjamin West Ball "Disenchantment"

Enter through the gates of sleep - Benjamin West Ball "Dreams"

That float upon the Elfin breeze - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Removed beyond the Sabbath chime - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

La Mancha's cavalier reposes - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

On the banks of Elfin streams - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Beneath a cobweb canopy - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Ambrosial flowers of heavenly song - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Wove a rich asbestic web - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Where desert monsters prowl - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Spreads wide a saffron glow - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Swim in zones of windless air - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

That shines with treasures manifold - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Forever fixed on Brahma's airy throne - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

To melt his troubled soul away - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Beyond the reach of mortal footstep - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Outstrip the falling star - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Where ancient kings enchanted lie - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

The golden manacles of verse - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

From her griffin steed alights - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Ascends the lunar sphere - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Released from dungeon grates - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Could run upon the breeze - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Swans and nightingales rehearse - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

With ruddy towers of pillared flame - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

The ebbless flow of time's unwearied tide - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Wandered through the forests of the south - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

That haunt King Oberon's domains - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

Like the drowned Ophelia fair - Benjamin West Ball "L'Envoi"

Sadly bends the stricken Year - Benjamin West Ball "L'Envoi"

While the squirrel gathers fast - Benjamin West Ball "L'Envoi"

Wild birds chant their dirges - Benjamin West Ball "The Forgotten"

For their fenceless acres shed - Benjamin West Ball "The Forgotten"

With Odin's might did cope - Benjamin West Ball "A Hermitage"

The chief of blue Valhalla's deities - Benjamin West Ball "A Hermitage"

A demon beagle dark as night - Benjamin West Ball "A Hermitage"

Bound with Stygian asphodel - Benjamin West Ball "A Hermitage"

Visionary fabrics dim and vast - Benjamin West Ball "A Hermitage"

From thy stellar fountains flow - Benjamin West Ball "Hymn to Phosphor"

Than thy brother stars can show - Benjamin West Ball "Hymn to Phosphor"

Waiting in her saffron porches - Benjamin West Ball "Hymn to Phosphor"

Whom undying beams adorn - Benjamin West Ball "Hymn to Phosphor"

Sheds the glory of its spell - Benjamin West Ball "The Indian Summer"

Softer breathe the gentle zephyrs - Benjamin West Ball "The Indian Summer"

Quenched beneath the angry sea - Benjamin West Ball "Inscription"

Of power to tame a tiger's heart - Benjamin West Ball "Inscription"

Flagons full of cool Lethean spray - Benjamin West Ball "Invocation"

Sleep, thy mild dejected twin - Benjamin West Ball "Invocation"

In her lonely retrospective flight - Benjamin West Ball "Ionia"

The plastic hand of art - Benjamin West Ball "Ionia"

Unequalled prospects to enchant the eye - Benjamin West Ball "Ionia"

In a garment of enduring verse - Benjamin West Ball "Ionia"

From passion's lures exiled - Benjamin West Ball "Love's Labor Lost"

Ancient stars in clusters bright - Benjamin West Ball "Love's Labor Lost"

O'er the scrolls of starry Plato bow - Benjamin West Ball "Love's Labor Lost"

The high-browed kings of thought - Benjamin West Ball "Love's Labor Lost"

The demon's crown of woe - Benjamin West Ball "Lucifer Redux"

And Eden's flag unrolled - Benjamin West Ball "Lucifer Redux"

Months with ruin fraught - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

Pain through all her zones - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

Charms of taintless air - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

The ghastly hunters unevaded strike - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

Light the mazes of the wind - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

The red shafts quench their rage - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"

That carved these love knots - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

The many mansions of the angel land - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

And its pale tenement of clay - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

And hunt him to the gulfs of woe - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

To the gulfs of woe profound - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

Withered leaves and sighing winds - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

A haughty heart and guilty brain - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

Full many a martyred spirit dwells - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

Attain those far celestial citadels - Benjamin West Ball "Monody of the Countess of Nettlestede"

Dim his red nocturnal torch - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"

My spirit keep from deeds of darkness - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"

Summons from the soul's abyss - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"

Fronting the portals of the Sun - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"

Grown tired of shepherd's fare - Benjamin West Ball "Pan and Lais"

Wreaths of incense light - Benjamin West Ball "Pan and Lais"

Dazzled by the eternal gleam - Benjamin West Ball "Pan and Lais"

The guerdon of a burning kiss - Benjamin West Ball "Pan and Lais"

Vapors round the sinking sun - Benjamin West Ball "Pan and Lais"

A retrospect of sin behind me - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

All spent at Belial's shrine - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

All Archimedean subtleties are vain - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Anchors under islands haunted - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

And the wizard chant between - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Toward the throne of Saturn sailed - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Where the summer never failed - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Heroes born in better days - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Fanned by winds eternal - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Sees the sunken city glimmer - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Waver with the motions of the tide - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

Poseidon's burnished axle drifts - Benjamin West Ball "The Penitent"

A gleaner in the fields of song - Benjamin West Ball "Proem"

Lift my spirit to the spheres - Benjamin West Ball "Proem"

The nightshade's dew in venomed drops - Benjamin West Ball "Proem"

Throng the blue abysses of eternity - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

The starry satrapies of the Universe - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

With joyful hearts receive permission - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

The rosy veils of pure celestial air - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

From Paradise through spaces infinite - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

The solar Seraphs hold their sway - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

A long array of chariots superb - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

Harnessed to sun-engendered steeds - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

Whose veins are filled with fluid fire - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

Fettered with links of gold - Benjamin West Ball "The Seraphs' Holiday"

Steer through dreamy hollows - Benjamin West Ball "The Teutonic Minstrel's Tomb"

The dark Plutonian tide - Benjamin West Ball "Threnody"

In the cypress-shaded valleys - Benjamin West Ball "Threnody"

In draughts from Lethe's chalice - Benjamin West Ball "Threnody"

Like falcons from their jesses - Benjamin West Ball "Threnody"

In this cup of nectar holy - Benjamin West Ball "Threnody"

Rich in rhetoric's winning wiles - Benjamin West Ball "To --"

Their most persuasive dead - Benjamin West Ball "To --"

Nor serpent's eye, nor siren's lute - Benjamin West Ball "To --"

A morning dream revealed - Benjamin West Ball "To D.S.H."

The cestus with enchantment fraught - Benjamin West Ball "To D.S.H."

The magnet of my heart - Benjamin West Ball "To D.S.H."

Whose freshness Time leaves blooming - Benjamin West Ball "To D.S.H."

Which folded Faust in joy elysian - Benjamin West Ball "To D.S.H."

Flourishes in song immortal - Benjamin West Ball "To the Cricket"

The Cicada famed of old - Benjamin West Ball "To the Cricket"

With clasps of ivory strengthened - Benjamin West Ball "To the Cricket"

In the midnight weird and holy - Benjamin West Ball "To the Cricket"

Arrow drawn from Phoebus' quiver - Benjamin West Ball "To W.P.R."

Girdled by the swelling stream - Benjamin West Ball "Twilight in Egypt"

Gilded by the lunar disc - Benjamin West Ball "Twilight in Egypt"


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Whispers the tale of waning years - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

Slow mists gather in shrouding tears - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

The bells are slow in steeple and tower - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

Still as a spirit's breath - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

Burn bright in the realm of Death - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

Gaze on the dawning mysteries - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"

Have bidden those waiting spirits speed - Margaret Fairless Barber "All Souls' Day in a German Town"


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All the weapons of Hell's armoury - Maurice Baring "August, 1918"

For the blood that is their bread - Maurice Baring "August, 1918"

The legions gathering to their goal - Maurice Baring "Beethoven"

Tramping millions drifting from one pole - Maurice Baring "Beethoven"

Far away the solemn belfries toll - Maurice Baring "Beethoven"

Brown bees about the peach trees boom - Maurice Baring "Diffugere Nives, 1917"

Every flower brings bitter meed - Maurice Baring "Diffugere Nives, 1917"

Found on our consenting sacrifice - Maurice Baring "Diffugere Nives, 1917"

Hopes that fall like leaves before the wind - Maurice Baring "Diffugere Nives, 1917"

Flung to us a spark, a thread of fire - Maurice Baring "Diffugere Nives, 1917"

Wandered in the uttermost abyss - Maurice Baring "Dostoyevsky"

Mock the bonds of the celestial slave - Maurice Baring "Dostoyevsky"

Found the prints of steps divine - Maurice Baring "Dostoyevsky"

Read the riddle of the smiling stars - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Utter a propitiating note - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Sad with old knowledge - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Perchance in the pale halls of Hecate - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

In the poplars of Elysium - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Behold a silver planet rise - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Drop with sprigs of rosemary and rue - Maurice Baring "Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl"

Latest monarch of a star-crossed line - Maurice Baring "Epitaph

Pink as dawn in the silver dust - Maurice Baring "Greece"

The phantom ship that brought Ulysses home - Maurice Baring "Greece"

The burden of their peaceful song - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

Women with the attributes of toil - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

Backward, through the drifting mist of years - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

Festal rites that blessed the soil - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

As old as the first drop of mortal tears - Maurice Baring "Harvest in Russia"

Here fell the daring Icarus in his prime - Maurice Baring "Icarus"

Brave enough to scale the skies - Maurice Baring "Icarus"

Leaving the valiant envious - Maurice Baring "Icarus"

That bids the vanquished triumph over time - Maurice Baring "Icarus"

The glorious sun for funeral fire - Maurice Baring "Icarus"

In their tumultuous concourse met - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

A hidden sanctuary of fire and light - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Turn to speak and find a vacant chair - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Bruised and irremediably bereft - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

The vagrant spirit fretted in your feet - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Such night of ravage and rain - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Such fighting as blind Homer never sung - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Where Lancelot and Tristram vigil keep - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

In the portals of the sacred hall - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

The sunrise on the city of the Grail - Maurice Baring "In Memoriam, A.H. (Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916)"

Narcissus and the tulip growing wild - Maurice Baring "Italy"

A shell transfigured with the rainbow's hue - Maurice Baring "Italy"

And in a silver rift, eternal Rome - Maurice Baring "Italy"

Hail the advent of each dangerous day - Maurice Baring "Julian Grenfell"

Gallop through the unfooted asphodel - Maurice Baring "Julian Grenfell"

Back from the margin of the dim abyss - Maurice Baring "Julian Grenfell"

Had sealed you with a warning kiss - Maurice Baring "Julian Grenfell"

Frogs are croaking near the mill - Maurice Baring "A June Night in Russia"

The watchman's rattle beats the time - Maurice Baring "A June Night in Russia"

Water bubbling in a magic jar - Maurice Baring "A June Night in Russia"

In skies not dark but only dim - Maurice Baring "A June Night in Russia"

All that bears the signature of ease - Maurice Baring "Mozart"

Across the twilight of the crane - Maurice Baring "Mozart"

Speak them in the passage of an air - Maurice Baring "Mozart"

Has robbed the spoil of Hybla's bees - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

The frozen music of a frieze - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

Gives voice to sobbing melodies - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

Sultry clouds her blazing eyes bedim - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

Caught in her own fatal snare - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

More queenly than all empresses - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

The stricken lily puts the rose to shame - Maurice Baring "Phedre"

The Prince of unremembered towers - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

Destroyed before the birth of Babylon - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

While pale Medea culled her deadly flowers - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

Heard the iron weeping of the King - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

Orpheus sang to life his buried joy - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

The horn that shook the mountain tall - Maurice Baring "Le Prince Errant"

Your song's unresting ebb and flow - Maurice Baring "Russia"

The burden of your mystery - Maurice Baring "Russia"

The murmur of your brown immensity - Maurice Baring "Russia"

Your soldiers singing in the street - Maurice Baring "Russia"

Cloud and star and rushing stream - Maurice Baring "Shelley"

Scaled the silver ladder of thy dream - Maurice Baring "Shelley"

Dizzy with the wonder of that wine - Maurice Baring "Shelley"

Hunted quarry of remorseless hounds - Maurice Baring "Shelley"

Smiling over broken flowers - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

From a fairyland of twinkling towers - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

Divide me from my sleep - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

Beckons me to an enchanted stair - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

The silence of my deepest dream - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

Wanders like a whispering stream - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 I"

Drift round my bed like thistledown - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

Building sweet music high above - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

Happy in my fading dream - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

The nimble words have fled - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

Fled into the air like frightened birds - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

Answer my soft whistle with a scream - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"

An exile in the noise of busy markets - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 III"

Alien to the toys that dazzle - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 III"

Waiting for the thunder's birth - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 IV"

Cloud was piled on sullen cloud - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 IV"

Cornflower in the rustling rye - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 V"

Purple iris in the woodland sedge - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 V"

The quaver of the dragon-fly - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 V"

These perished petals that I send - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 V"

Silver radiance of the twilight hour - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"

The mystery of bluebell-haunted ways - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"

My heart had found a tune to sing - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"

Put to shame the white rose and the red - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"

Awakening to a world of gloom - Maurice Baring "Wagner"

Baffled moonbeams and delirious stars - Maurice Baring "Wagner"

Waving forests swept by wings of doom - Maurice Baring "Wagner"

Winged messengers from eyries dim - Maurice Baring "Wagner"

The woodland starts to the echoing horn - Maurice Baring "Wagner"

Shakes the whirling planets with a kiss - Maurice Baring "Wagner"


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Impatient under affliction - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Dysphoria"

Little split hearts beckoned - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Dysphoria"

How you bear this flourish - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Dysphoria"

Buckling to blossoms now - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Dysphoria"

Lit with secrets - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Evergreen"

In front of an unbreakable mirror - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Evergreen"

What still grows in winter - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Evergreen"

Near the river but not the railroad - Oliver Baez Bendorf "Evergreen"

When the wind sang like a scream - Oliver Baez Bendorf "New Moon Newton"

Move from our faraway states - Oliver Baez Bendorf "New Moon Newton"

Haunt me in the quiet places - Oliver Baez Bendorf "New Moon Newton"


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Get closer to forgiving - Sheila Black "The Earth"

Hold our secret shames so close - Sheila Black "The Earth"

Each carrying our lonely fear - Sheila Black "The Earth"

Poised between love and grief - Sheila Black "The Earth"

The blue space we call wonder - Sheila Black "The Earth"

A minor star-burst of cranes - Sheila Black "Radium Dream"

To glitter the air with strangeness - Sheila Black "Radium Dream"

But I have radium dreams - Sheila Black "Radium Dream"


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The divine essence of my survival - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (1)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Or else discard his dreams - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (1)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

And unite with your bitter love - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (2)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

And free your wounded soul - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (3)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

This shattered soul is healing - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (3)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Despite the trauma of expulsion - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (3)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Neglected my sorrowful soul - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (4)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Enjoy the fruition of our desires - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (4)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Flowers and thorns exist together - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (4)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

If drops of blood are made from pearls - Zahir-Ud-Din Muhammad Babur "Poems of Babur (4)" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun


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In my matchless graces wrapt - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

One heart the devil could wound - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

My form in all its glory stands - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

The same faithful colours paint the mind - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

Conscious of wit I never yet possess'd - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

My heart an easy prey - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

But never owns their sway - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

In pity to my joyless years - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"

The fears inspire'd by frogs or mice - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"


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Nothing to do with survival or instinct - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Incident on the Road to the Capital"

To kill for some other purpose - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Incident on the Road to the Capital"

His perfect record of stealth and elusion - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Incident on the Road to the Capital"

Consult the oracle of escalated suffering - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Incident on the Road to the Capital"

A table in the shade of a parasol tree - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Incident on the Road to the Capital"

The pressure of the moment - Dara Barrois/Dixon "The Pressure of the Moment"

The leniency of consideration - Dara Barrois/Dixon "The Pressure of the Moment"

Conscripted to say what I shouldn't - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Too soon, too suddenly, too many times - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Quick and painlessly employed - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Otherwise and likewise and counterclockwise - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Blood can have the last word - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Everything has to spin away - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

A lost ghost on a mission - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

We write on stony water - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

To pretend to find ten thousands things - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Nearby I take your words to water - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

My ghosts are growing restless - Dara Barrois/Dixon "We're All Ghosts Now"

Because of a forgotten pencil - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"

See frightened ghosts on the streets - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"

Off to where a dog wants to go - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"

Needed some help from old friends - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"

Maligned Pandora remains a curious person - Dara Barrois/Dixon "Who Is God? So Asked Our Dog"


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Isis deep in the seasons - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

As yet no prescience of their doom - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

Seas in tears, seas in flame - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

In a house with one wall - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

Before they became wayweeds - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

The rotten ladders of old hierarchies - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"

Perhaps after a chastening apocalypse - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"


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Woman in the nest of the phoenix - Margo Berdeshevsky "Dusk"

Pigeons in an empty flower trough - Margo Berdeshevsky "Dusk"

Breaking their shells one by one - Margo Berdeshevsky "Dusk"

Each poison growing in a forest - Margo Berdeshevsky "Dusk"

Egrets at the edge of rain - Margo Berdeshevsky "Dusk"

Their hundred twined and dancing arms - Margo Berdeshevsky "Somewhere Everywhere"

Who crossed waters to follow midnights - Margo Berdeshevsky "Somewhere Everywhere"

Of wild seas birthing oceans - Margo Berdeshevsky "Somewhere Everywhere"

Grow from cinder and stinking ash - Margo Berdeshevsky "Somewhere Everywhere"


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To overlook what he had arranged to surpass - Brian Blanchfield "According to Herodotus"

Good at trenches, bad at bridges - Brian Blanchfield "According to Herodotus"

Phoenicians destroying Greece for Persia - Brian Blanchfield "According to Herodotus"

To the extent of his vantage - Brian Blanchfield "Eclogue Onto an Idea"

A long parenthesis of lens - Brian Blanchfield "Eclogue Onto an Idea"

Someone underway and expressing it - Brian Blanchfield "Eclogue Onto an Idea"

Drawing from ceremony sensation - Brian Blanchfield "Eclogue Onto an Idea"

Standalone heron borrowing a pylon - Brian Blanchfield "Edge of Water, Portage Bay, Washington"

The tedium of midges lifted - Brian Blanchfield "Edge of Water, Portage Bay, Washington"

And relief is that vibrant - Brian Blanchfield "Funny Loss of Face"

What cannot be known of shade - Brian Blanchfield "In Their Motions"

Had expected a fennel frond - Brian Blanchfield "In Their Motions"

To unsheathe whatever torches they would - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Upward tips of their muted spray - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Perfect sunny fives haphazard in the air - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Map pins on a dream-warm itinerary - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Every outpost a starry capital - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Where the odyssey yet is a closed calendar - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

Who is the smith or athena of this? - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"

A night set on edge - Brian Blanchfield "One First Try and then Another"

The raw desire to articulate - Brian Blanchfield "One First Try and then Another"

Uncertainty in tandem - Brian Blanchfield "One First Try and then Another"


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Those forty days in the wilderness - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 1: Temptation"

As the devil's flowers do not give birth to seeds - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 1: Temptation"

In the forest of devil's yarn - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 1: Temptation"

Stretched and curled like a meandering river - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 2: How not to drown in desire"

When the days became deceptive - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 2: How not to drown in desire"

Undertow dragged him weary to the surface - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 2: How not to drown in desire"

Whose undertow ripped his skin - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 3: Sufferation"

Ripped his skin right to the soul - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 3: Sufferation"

Stood firm in dry dust - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 3: Sufferation"

Where wild goats stroll - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 3: Sufferation"

The fleas congregating to party - Malika Booker "Jesus in the Wilderness 3: Sufferation"


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Less wise than true - Anne Bradstreet "The Author to Her Book"

Where errors were not lessened - Anne Bradstreet "The Author to Her Book"

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw - Anne Bradstreet "The Author to Her Book"

In critic's hands beware - Anne Bradstreet "The Author to Her Book"

All things within this fading world - Anne Bradstreet "Before the Birth of One of Her Children"

Interred in my oblivious grave - Anne Bradstreet "Before the Birth of One of Her Children"

If any worth or virtue were in me - Anne Bradstreet "Before the Birth of One of Her Children"

That rivers cannot quench - Anne Bradstreet "To My Dear and Loving Husband"

In silent night when rest I took - Anne Bradstreet "Verses upon the Burning of our House"

That laid my goods now in the dust - Anne Bradstreet "Verses upon the Burning of our House"

A price so vast as is unknown - Anne Bradstreet "Verses upon the Burning of our House"

Bound up with frosts - Anne Bradstreet "Winter"


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Amid this noisy Babel mingle - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Those boundless breadths of forest unrestrained - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Where the lofty pine mounts upward - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The ashes of heroes enshrouded in glory - J.O.B. "Greece" [Mirror of Literature issue 385 Aug. 1829]

Curling around the perimeter of my reflection - Latif Askia Ba "Douglass Pool"

The betrayal of unworthy secrets - Ingeborg Bachmann "Every Day" transl. by Michael Hamburger

The great freight of the summer - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman

The unmasked smile of the lemurs - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman

Drown with open eyes in light - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman

And gentlest ray of stars glide down - Rev. Rufus Henry Bacon "Woman's Heart:--A Sonnet. For Julia" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Paladins from Jordan's shore - Charles Badham "Lines Written at Warwick Castle"

With the flowers in their flight - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"

Gone with the roses and dew - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"

The hollow they carve in the chest - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"

Rising, luminous, from its own bones - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"

From the ashes of its first life - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"

Dread calcifying into prophecy - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"

My desperate belief in other realities - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"

Stripped of my first voice - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"

Half a staircase leading up - David Baker "Gravel"

Over the century of beams - David Baker "Gravel"

Only a thin veil hangs between - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"

Will lead through parching sands - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"

Though our paths be separate - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"

Coming to the mercy seat - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"

The dark dagger of the ocean - Quenton Baker "[we are]"

Across this dirtless moment - Quenton Baker "[we are]"

Textured and untrained - Quenton Baker "[we are]"

In the chasm of our black palms - Quenton Baker "[we are]"

Attains his desire by inquiry - Yusuf Has Hajib Balasaghuni "Wisdom of Royal Glory (1) [excerpts from Kutadgu Bilig]" transl. by Ajinur Setiwaldi

Pouring over a private abundance - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"

The tangled top sheet of dreams - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"

Not tears by a hard-bought mirth - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"

But heart and soul shall be wanting - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"

Nothing can your sinews brace - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"

Will chase all murky vapors off - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"

Emerald hummingbirds at the window - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"

Snapping their beaks against the fairyglass - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"

Gave him half her dripping heart - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"

Deadly bacteria hides in the sickly yellow - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"

Reserved for a duration - Susan Barba "Exhibit 1"

A hummingbird in leafy bowers - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"

Pure quatrain in a poet's heart - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"

The post-script at the end of her letter - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"

Beneath a sky of cryptic stars - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."

The lute that was his laughter - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."

Broken sword that vanquished all but Night - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."

Who roves where dreamers seek - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."

Get used to trash along the road - Elizabeth Barnett "You remember the feeling but not what made you feel that way"

Abundant with bees - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"

On that first hill of passion - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"

And greet a stranger with a kiss - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"

A warm chat with friends gone sour - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"

Fell gently on my heart like falling dews - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Unto my dreams came stealing - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

In waves of light upon the far, dim shades of night - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

A wanderer from the sense of sight - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Of water that only swallows - Gabrielle Bates "Dear Birmingham"

Fantastic tendons to the sky - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"

In the void and dismal yard - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"

Challenging night's trespassers - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"

The solemn legions of the stars - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"

Grew only strangers - Eric Baus "Burning Zither"

My soul stands at the door - Richard Baxter "The Valediction"

A font for all my first thoughts - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"

Old anger waiting to become newer - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"

The equation that solves everything - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"

For the sound of the daffodil - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"

A protoplasm for next of kin - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"

Scenting the shadows at set of sun - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"

Allowing the syntax of one life to persist - Michael Bazzett "The Revisionist"

Fishing for each other, with unbaited hooks - Bruce Beasley "Fishers"

Reached only by oaths and curses - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"

As we are all gods - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"

To be rich of earth - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"

Any pickaxe disguised as love - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"

From their pulpits sealed with dust - Francis Beaumont "On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey"

Bathed in broken light - Zeina Hashem Beck "There, There, Grieving"

My rose of heart's delight - Charlotte Becker "Song"

Hours away from starvation - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"

To survive overnight - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"

Resurrection of fallen warriors - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"

A bird of bones and air - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"

Light spilling around your edges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"

Scours you from the inside - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"

Heaving gasps that rattle your hinges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"

Who created me nimble - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"

In three elements free - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"

larvae ravening the bitter vine - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"

blood red & brimmed with acid - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"

all your proteins disassemble - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"

with codes & poisons all intact - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"

On the chokesome cherry bent - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"

The briar was in his thumb - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"

Dyes with an Excess of Joy - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"

With Sighs to warm my Soul - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"

A lake which fell in love with a swan - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A garden in the absence of a cuckoo - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A spring which desires a fountain - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Don't learn from stones - E.C. Belli "Vows"

Folded my sorrows like fitted sheets - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"

Smoothed out for the moon - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"

The weather of the darkest corner - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"

Fretful and full of fire - Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"

Answered by a thousand shouts- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"

Through sheets of flame- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"

The pushing of our growth - Gwendolyn Bennett "To Usward"

Broke the chains of earth - Gwendolyn Bennett "Wind"

That his step broke calm - Gwendolyn Bennett "Wind"

The breeze from the bluebottle's blustering - John Bennett "To Marie"

Eurydice walks on tiptoes - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"

There's only two fates for muses, death or tree - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"

Left on the shelf with worn ballet slippers - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"

And Eurydice has played the role of both - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"

Made fields of cattails kneel - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"

Heavier than these chains - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"

Filtering into the eye of the sun - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"

The doors in your house of clay - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"

Sinless in sand - Chase Berggrun "Eccles. 9:7"

Lying hymn-barren on the dirt - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"

Dreamt a grove grown for coffinwood - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"

An obsession with devouring - James Berry "Lion"

Cowers in its white fog bed - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier

The sound of a timid harp - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier

Blossoms a wreath of meadows - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier

Manifestations of self-discipline - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"

A limited number of patterns - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"

Played in one breath - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"

Pale Queen of the silent night - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"

The sea calls home his crystal waves - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"

All my joys attending - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"

Ebb and flow within my tender heart - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"

Because something else must belong to him - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"

Where men go mad with craving - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"

Those buried hours - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"

Beyond the land of day - Clare Bevan "Sleepy Song"

Through sleep's first quarter - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)

Our dream is at dawn - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)

Spending a week in Forever - Mark Bibbins "At the End of the Endless Decade"

Recognizes vast motions elsewhere - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"

In the vast ballroom of the universe - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"

Potentials in the wet clockwork of the brain - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"

Stray thoughts from the gentle ticking of action - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"

A magical closure of particles - Linda Bierds "The Ghost Trio: 3. Wedgwood: 1790 --Josiah Wedgwood, 1730-1795"

That grew in its flat habit - Linda Bierds "Memento of the Hours"

Unfolds its breathless fan - Linda Bierds "The Stillness, The Dancing"

Under water for a full, astonishing second - George Bilgere "Swim Lessons"

Teeth, tendrils, smiles, and silence - Sharang Biswas "What Is a Monster?"

Against this motion clear in steel - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"

Breaks time's lesser flow - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"

Days that drown our lives - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"

Dense with the spent breath - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"

To the hollows of clasped hands - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"

A gathering of shades - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"

Holding its silence like a bell - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"

The seed of future empire - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"

War's trumpet sleeps unblown - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"

Our stars like chess pieces - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"

Streetlights on clear nights - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"

Time's flood sweeps on with endless flow - Isaac Gray Blanchard "Time and Change" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

The long vista of departed years - Laman Blanchard "Ode to the Human Heart"

With only the sunflowers looking on - Jean Blewett "In Sunflower Time"

The eyes of Mary Magdalene - Jean Blewett "The Two Marys"

My fear inside like a piece of yeast - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"

Long past the edge of anything calendrical - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"

The song of the ripples and thrushes - P. Bloomfield "Second-Best"

The silvery smell of chlorine in his clothes - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"

Echoed off the undulating walls - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"

Understood why the waves were quiet - Laurel Blossom "By the Sea, By the Sea"

Her unknown face, her untold name - Laurel Blossom "In the Guesthouse"

And down in one hole they did dwell - G. Boare "What Became of Them?"

Sow the first seed of your fury - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen

Play a game of dead dolls - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen

Within my jealous sight - Otto Leland Bohanan "Go Give the World"

How dreary the winds - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"

The mad wine of passion - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"

Lightning limned into a hellish door - C. Edgar Bolen "Lycanthropus"

Yet keeps unfaltering trust - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"

Gives zest to every toiler - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"

With a smile and words of hope - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"

Who by a life heroic conquers - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"

Blossoming in the shadow of the mind - Tanella Boni "There where it's so bright in me" transl. by Todd Fredson

Silence by the extinguished hearth - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"

With sentinel trees on either side - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"

On its dark November dream - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"

rains dialects rippled on hills - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"

halted by broken sidewalks - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"

Ready to greet the scorching days - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"

Old furnitures, obsolete machineries and funny gadgets - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"

Our wardrobes mostly empty - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"

The peacock feather in the open thesaurus - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"

A deep breath from the eucalyptus breeze - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"

Silver angels etching great cursive blessings - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"

Spun sugar in branches & twigs - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"

That a moment chooses you to remember it - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"

Invade the country of my reveries - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar

Tear our sleep to tatters - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar

A snow-white butterfly dancing before the fitful gale - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Away it danced with shimmering glee - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Settled awhile upon the mast - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

I live under the wallpaper of the house that no longer belongs to me - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"

I need all the nutrients I can get - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"

Till I heard the nightmare brewing - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"

Hiding among the gypsum flakes - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"

Prisoned in gnawing restraint - Karin Boye "A Dedication" transl. by Nadia Christensen

Things beautiful and slow - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"

To capture Beauty's hands - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"

Have wanted clean rain - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"

Tired winds from the south - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"

My slow burdens - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"

Their shining garments fade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"

From my eyes of trust - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"

That radiant cavalcade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"

To quench the dead - James Brasfield "Late Summer"

Dream-fish to beguile - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"

Splendid strength for every test - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"

Who can live in heart so glad - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"

See the hare go stealing by - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"

Angling with a baited hook - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"

Through the hedge and down the furrow - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"

Spark of dry grass - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"

A long divining for water - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"

A cotton silence - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"

After the one that kills us - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"

Prophecy is no light work - Antoinette Brim-Bell "Duplex: Black Mamas Praying"

From each pole a dream-wreath drops - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "Hop Picking"

When earth is grieving for the vanished - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"

Trod dead leaves in chill and wintry ways - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"

The firelit glow of a great hearth's gleam and glare - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Where do we fly, under deep dark sky?]"

Wandered over all earth's lands - J. Crosby Brown, Jr. "Sonnet"

Weaving each burden into words - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"

With words so sweet and dense - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"

And I should be afraid to be so unprepared - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"

Without instinct for the West - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"

The switchgrass pale and starved for groundwater - Molly McCully Brown "Virginia, Autumn"

The war of winds and clouds - T.E. Brown "The Childhood of Kitty of the Sherragh Vane"

The fish swam like brilliant magicians toward the window - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"

Their strange beauty my secret - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"

As fair as ever saw the North - William Browne "The Rose"

In a little garden all alone - William Browne "The Rose"

If heaven sent no supplies - William Browne "The Rose"

The fairest blossom of the garden dies - William Browne "The Rose"

Midnight in the silence - Robert Browning "Epilogue"

Worked on the bone of a lie - R. Browning "Master Hughes of Saxe-Gotha"

The snail's on the thorn - Robert Browning "Pippa's Song"

Alight on the altar of making - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"

Butter and the sauce of a hundred ripe tomatoes - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"

To see the flaming fury of your hate - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"

Flee the eye of Truth - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"

The lying prophets speak - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"

Among bones white and sweet - Rebecca Buchanan "The First Morning in May"

Whose feet are coming behind - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"

Each sound is a Soul - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"

The fearful deer of death stood not - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"

The partridge dreamed not of the falcon's foot - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"

The Pop-Tart lottery - John F. Buckley "Left Behind"

Time delights in dealing wounds which he alone can heal - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

On the barriers that dismay us - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Carve the charter of your birth - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Chasing a mirage that glitters to bewilder and betray - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

A certain rhythm to the essentials - Charles Bukowski "too sweet"

Let my heart forget - C. Burchardt "Complaint"

Remember there are things apart - C. Burchardt "Complaint"

Sow seeds of misery between - C. Burchardt "Complaint"

In the silken light - Elizabeth-Jane Burnett and Tony Lopez "Sea Holly"

Spent their rich inheritance of years - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"

Chartered by the foeman's tent - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"

All the achieving of their tournament - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"

The flashing squadrons of the dawn - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"

Steeped in memories most fair - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"

The forests blaze with visions - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"

More treasure than Croesus ever saw - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

When cloudy weather obscures our skies - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

The alchemy that transmutes the dregs to elixir - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

With wonder at common things - James Alpheus Butler, Jr. "Common Things"

Seeking ports of rest - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"

Homeward in the years - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"

Of another language in his sleep - Denver Butson "My Brother"

The domino that starts the chain - Taylor Byas "Love Poem Attempt 3/?"

Did not abide by rules of fantasy - Taylor Byas "Love Poem Attempt 3/?"

Praise to the obsidian sole - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"

Which kisses the glass coated asphalt - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"

Prophecy of manual dexterity - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"

The democratization of dark energy - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"

Daily I find that my plans are upset - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"

Watch every minute lest danger arise - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"


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My eyes are tired of weeping - Anne Bronte "Appeal"

Rest me in this sheltered bower - Anne Bronte "The Arbour"

Reviewing lone departed years - Anne Bronte "The Arbour"

Confined by such a chain as this - Anne Bronte "The Arbour"

And flap those useless wings - Anne Bronte "The Captive Dove"

While gazing on her full bright eye - Anne Bronte "The Captive Dove"

Opposed by many a mighty foe - Anne Bronte "Confidence"

Youthful joys too soon decay - Anne Bronte "Consolation"

Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue - Anne Bronte "Consolation"

My heart shall never know despair - Anne Bronte "Consolation"

How can I rouse my sinking soul - Anne Bronte "Despondency"

And raised my suppliant hands on high - Anne Bronte "Despondency"

From our hearts is gone - Anne Bronte "Domestic Peace"

To our sorrowing hearth, return - Anne Bronte "Domestic Peace"

And none can hear my secret call - Anne Bronte "The Doubter's Prayer"

A spring of comfort in my heart - Anne Bronte "The Doubter's Prayer"

Though the Sun has left my sky - Anne Bronte "Fluctuations"

Through the dim horizon's haze - Anne Bronte "Fluctuations"

That cheered me through the day - Anne Bronte "Fluctuations"

Of light and hope bereft - Anne Bronte "Fluctuations"

And bid these clouds depart - Anne Bronte "Fluctuations"

Give me back my barren hills - Anne Bronte "Home"

With gray walls compassed round - Anne Bronte "Home"

Where knotted grass neglected lies - Anne Bronte "Home"

And weeds usurp the ground - Anne Bronte "Home"

And turned to wormwood there - Anne Bronte "If This Be All"

A hope of bright prosperity - Anne Bronte "In Memory of a Happy Day in February"

On the wings of the breeze - Anne Bronte "Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day"

Will cheer me for my wanderings past - Anne Bronte "Lines Written from Home"

Where heart and soul may rest - Anne Bronte "Lines Written from Home"

The ice that gathers round my heart - Anne Bronte "Lines Written from Home"

One sweet breath of memory - Anne Bronte "Memory"

Still make the golden crocus shine - Anne Bronte "Memory"

In the wallflower's fragrance dwell - Anne Bronte "Memory"

The buttercup's bright goblet fill - Anne Bronte "Memory"

And whisper when the wild winds blow - Anne Bronte "Memory"

Could kindle raptures so divine - Anne Bronte "Music on Christmas Morning"

And rouse this pensive heart - Anne Bronte "Music on Christmas Morning"

Should never crave the rose - Anne Bronte "The Narrow Way"

Faint before the truth - Anne Bronte "The Narrow Way"

All his powers employ - Anne Bronte "The Narrow Way"

When mirth was not an empty name - Anne Bronte "Past Days"

Constant and strong its silent course - Anne Bronte "Past Days"

And silence must resume her power - Anne Bronte "Past Days"

With angel choirs I join my voice - Anne Bronte "The Penitent"

Nor deem it strange - Anne Bronte "The Penitent"

Gladdened once our humble sphere - Anne Bronte "Reminiscence"

Face the storms that threaten me - Anne Bronte "Stanzas [Oh, weep not, love!]"

Sorrow and strife to greet - Anne Bronte "Stanzas [Oh, weep not, love!]"

My soul can drink no peace - Anne Bronte "The Student's Serenade"

That bliss be shared with me - Anne Bronte "The Student's Serenade"

Presses down my shrinking heart - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

I will not walk with thee - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

Before me truth can stand alone - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

A path through every tangled wood - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

And burst through brier and thorn - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

By casting pebbles in its tide - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

Inhaling Nature's purest breath - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

Her riches round them spread - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

Defied the mightiest tempest's roar - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

While their footsteps press the clay - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

Pole-star of my darkest hours - Anne Bronte "The Three Guides"

With floods of silent tears - Anne Bronte "To Cowper"

The language of my inmost heart - Anne Bronte "To Cowper"

To Satan's fury left - Anne Bronte "To Cowper"

But still the ocean craves for more - Anne Bronte "Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas"

Sound cannot satisfy the ear - Anne Bronte "Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas"

Light cannot fill the craving eye - Anne Bronte "Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas"

To snatch the untasted cup away - Anne Bronte "Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas"

The rending of the earth-bound heart - Anne Bronte "Views of Life"

And scatter glories round - Anne Bronte "Views of Life"

While birds refused to sing - Anne Bronte "Views of Life"

Though hope may promise joys - Anne Bronte "Views of Life"

Grateful for the gift divine - Anne Bronte "A Word to the 'Elect'"

Which made your black hearts pure - Anne Bronte "A Word to the 'Elect'"

When the cup of wrath is drained - Anne Bronte "A Word to the 'Elect'"


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May grief never spoil its hue - J.G. Brooks "To the 'Blue-eyed Lassie'"

When time rolls a few more years - J.G. Brooks "To the 'Blue-eyed Lassie'"

Where wild are the waves of strife - J.G. Brooks "To the 'Blue-eyed Lassie'"

On a calm and gentle tide - J.G. Brooks "To the 'Blue-eyed Lassie'"

Meet with the smile of joy - J.G. Brooks "To the 'Blue-eyed Lassie'"


Poem appeared in Graham's Magazine v. XVIII, no.5, May 1841. Unable to locate poet beyond that.


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The egret's descent on the pond - Stephanie Burt "At the Providence Zoo"

Takes the reeds and visitors by storm - Stephanie Burt "At the Providence Zoo"

Footbridges love the past - Stephanie Burt "At the Providence Zoo"

Flamingos are pleased to ignore us - Stephanie Burt "At the Providence Zoo"

Who shared almost everything but my skin - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

My lost diamond, who only needed a setting - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

Who could possess an enterprise or an empire - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

No vacation from running this place - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

That any mind on earth could fashion - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

No finishing school's velvet etiquette - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

Take possession of such a grief-blasted heart - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

Stop my sleeping and sour my mind - Stephanie Burt "Hank McCoy's Complaint Against the Danger Room"

Force me to flee their fists and their fights - Stephanie Burt "Hank McCoy's Complaint Against the Danger Room"

Between the disputed boundaries - Stephanie Burt "Indian Stream Republic"

The legerdemain of the noon sun - Stephanie Burt "Indian Stream Republic"

Keep their high and rigorous distinction - Stephanie Burt "Silt"

That is itself a revenge - Stephanie Burt "Silt"

And gossip with the petunias - Stephanie Burt "White Lobelias"

We know we will not touch ground - Stephanie Burt "White Lobelias"

If you listen with sufficient generosity - Stephanie Burt "White Lobelias"


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A fig leaf against a smashed wall - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

Lizards snaked around the calendar - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

The dead are with me in my kitchen - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

They play a trombone in my heart - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

They tambourine the light on the wall - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

Curled up like scared cats in the reeds - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

What's ghostlier than gray morning winter light? - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

Candle-smoke curls around my sight - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"

Past bulldozers and trucks pouring tarmac - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

Piles of sumac and coriander - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

The air on fire under him - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

The red clay of Macon dusting his bones - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

In the yard the bittersweet is drying up - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

The way memory deepens with light - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

The heart going up in flames - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

Survived the worst that humans do - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"

Not the wind I hear - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

An archipelago of starlings - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

Night coming like wet - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

Speaks through your hollow carved wood - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

As the mountains glaze the sun - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

Hear the bad news kiss the wind - Peter Balakian "Ode to the Duduk"

Spilling in the white noise of my head - Peter Balakian "Waiting for a Number"

Floating mirrors with unidentified objects - Peter Balakian "Waiting for a Number"

American questions spilling in sunlight - Peter Balakian "Waiting for a Number"


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The terrifying hand which holds you tight - James Baldwin "Christmas carol"

Delivered outside of time - James Baldwin "Confession"

Knew nothing of distance - James Baldwin "Confession"

Ruthless as a turning wheel - James Baldwin "Confession"

The drawbridge of the mind - James Baldwin "Conundrum (on my birthday) (for Rico)"

To trust one’s terror - James Baldwin "Conundrum (on my birthday) (for Rico)"

The lightning has no choice - James Baldwin "Conundrum (on my birthday) (for Rico)"

Cursing the fence of pain - James Baldwin "Death is easy (for Jefe)"

To dare hope for nothing - James Baldwin "Death is easy (for Jefe)"

The storm of the unknown - James Baldwin "Death is easy (for Jefe)"

Beat the empty air - James Baldwin "The giver (for Berdis)"

An exploding silence - James Baldwin "Guilt, Desire and Love"

While Guilt and Desire wrangled - James Baldwin "Guilt, Desire and Love"

Hoping to find a witness - James Baldwin "Guilt, Desire and Love"

Distracted by my blood - James Baldwin "Inventory/On Being 52"

My compass has betrayed me - James Baldwin "Inventory/On Being 52"

To the bottom of the rain - James Baldwin "Inventory/On Being 52"

Time like an amusing shawl - James Baldwin "A lady like landscapes (for Simone Signoret)"

In bed forever with a lie - James Baldwin "A Lover’s Question"

A very strange me is waiting - James Baldwin "Munich, Winter 1973 (for Y.S.)"

Time’s cruel ability - James Baldwin "Munich, Winter 1973 (for Y.S.)"

The always unknown passage - James Baldwin "Munich, Winter 1973 (for Y.S.)"

Must get the journey done - James Baldwin "Munich, Winter 1973 (for Y.S.)"

In the middle of the terrifying air - James Baldwin "Munich, Winter 1973 (for Y.S.)"

The most dreadful way to be alone - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

On the auction-block of Manifest Destiny - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

The blasphemy of our chains - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

Grows young with wonder - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

Staring at the thunder - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

The agony bequeathed to you - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

Calculating through this hell - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

Prepared to disintegrate himself - James Baldwin "Song (for Skip)"

Daughter of the thunder - James Baldwin "Le sporting-club de Monte Carlo (for Lena Horne)"

Time laughs at History - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

To sanctify the journey until now - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Will not need your bribes - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Whose sleep is blank with terror - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Passion at every turning - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Your innocence costs too much - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

This monotonous disaster - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Nostalgic for noble causes - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Never leave the reservation - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Shall remain forever locked - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Planted on the moon - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Breathtaking presumption - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Abandoning the noble cause - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Influence with Wind and Water - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Some surprises with Cloud and Fire - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

In the farthest valley of the eye - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Ride the lightning, answer the thunder, penetrate the whirlwind - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

A hymn to madness - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Anguish choked with cotton - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Of all bright illusions and dark delusions - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

On what rock stands this pride - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

No possibility of repentance - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

The unadmitted terror - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Sanctuary before the sky - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

The sons of greed - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

The heirs of plunder - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Curl up on the floor of the sun - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

Pick our teeth with thunderbolts - James Baldwin "Staggerlee wonders"

The price of the stormy weather - James Baldwin "3.00 a.m. (for David)"


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A ball of twine in the grey sky - Tamiko Beyer "February"

The erratic rhythm of this wavering flame - Tamiko Beyer "February"

Conjure the potent sky of the longest day - Tamiko Beyer "February"

Seeds with a whole galaxy inside - Tamiko Beyer "February"

Loosen the buckles of my mind - Tamiko Beyer "February"

In the precision of my breath - Tamiko Beyer "February"


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To be so still - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"

Through marbled gold and green - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"

A void within voids - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"

Blood, too, can change - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"

Enchantments of art and life - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"

Arrives as an object of thought - Rita Banerjee "Sleep"


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Precious roots - Rachel Barenblat "Change"

And wake likewise alone - Rachel Barenblat "Change"

Merit badge in grief - Rachel Barenblat "Change"

Silt clogging the storm drains - Rachel Barenblat "Chord"

A bad penny landing same side up - Rachel Barenblat "Chord"

The grief of staying apart - Rachel Barenblat "Fix"

Listen to the trill of cricket opera - Rachel Barenblat "Lake"

Build a perch for the goldfinch - Rachel Barenblat "Open"

Volunteer wildflowers take defiant root - Rachel Barenblat "Peak"

From this profusion of petunias - Rachel Barenblat "Peak"

Silent orchestra of purple trumpets - Rachel Barenblat "Peak"

From one life to the next - Rachel Barenblat "So Much (Ahavah Rabbah)"

Learn to break free - Rachel Barenblat "So Much (Ahavah Rabbah)"

Untie my tangled places - Rachel Barenblat "Untie"

How it feels to fall straight - Rachel Barenblat "Untie"

Let Your abundance cascade through - Rachel Barenblat "Untie"

Those I hold against myself - Rachel Barenblat "Untie"

Light a mourner’s candle - Rachel Barenblat "Yahrzeit"

What will be different tomorrow? - Rachel Barenblat "Yahrzeit"

What burns now is memory - Rachel Barenblat "Yahrzeit"


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Between the intimate and the conventional - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

A melancholy radiance - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

To lean away from what I intend - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

In a place where there is no ground - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

Opening to foggy roses - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

Out of idleness into urgency - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"

The poems of a lonely person - Rick Barot "Adjacent, Against, Upon"


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Note: These all come from four of the poet's books which are available on Project Gutenberg. The books are recent enough to be in copyright, but, as the books are out of print with rights reverted, the poet's heirs chose to make her work available.

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The wind has no armor - Elizabeth Bartlett "Achilles Had His Heel"

Perfection is target to the eye - Elizabeth Bartlett "Achilles Had His Heel"

Into the pale of that dry sea - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

Upholding its weight of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

The drifting shaft of shadows - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

The stir of something red - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

Sang wonder through the woods - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

In the sculptured undersea of silenced green - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"

The distance between words and waves - Elizabeth Bartlett "Air Bridge"

To catch the empty hand of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "All This, Before"

To melt the frozen face of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "All This, Before"

To tempt the stony foot of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "All This, Before"

To ease the burdened heart of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "All This, Before"

In its fence of silence - Elizabeth Bartlett "Along That Road"

That was worse for being secret - Elizabeth Bartlett "Along That Road"

makes true poetry of lips - Elizabeth Bartlett "art"

leaps secret with wonder - Elizabeth Bartlett "art"

while freedom captivates us most - Elizabeth Bartlett "art"

the images lost in memory's mist - Elizabeth Bartlett "art"

Found rocks were kinder than clocks - Elizabeth Bartlett "As You Make It"

Divides me by day and escapes me at night - Elizabeth Bartlett "Balance"

My cosmos inclined to alternation - Elizabeth Bartlett "Balance"

Indicated by their opposition - Elizabeth Bartlett "Balance"

The earth bled till the moon shone red - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Barren Fig Tree"

I've seen green land turn to salt - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Barren Fig Tree"

caught like a leaf burning - Elizabeth Bartlett "beyond cost"

the night is white - Elizabeth Bartlett "black sun"

for sun is black with days I can not see - Elizabeth Bartlett "black sun"

only the light of dreams - Elizabeth Bartlett "black sun"

the ghosts of years file past - Elizabeth Bartlett "black sun"

The noon where images halt - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cage"

Sunless cliffs no wind has known - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

There time drips slow and patient - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

Till waterfalls are turned to stone - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

Clear of the storms that twist the sky - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

Inside its vault of carbon snow - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

What dream lies walled within - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Cave"

where time is green - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

earned through bitterness of need - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

descending on bells - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

are wise with too much seen - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

steel canyons and arctic nights - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

height of climb and width of free - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

rooted origins of leaf - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

with rough of bark to blossom - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

and impel his pride in shaping - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

an earth which he can trust - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

by the scrupled ways of acquisition - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

freely as the stars that follow - Elizabeth Bartlett "challenge"

Since the wind was the same wind - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Changing Wind"

Like gods competing for the universe - Elizabeth Bartlett "City Game: Marbles"

The planets between their fingers - Elizabeth Bartlett "City Game: Marbles"

That scale the speed of light - Elizabeth Bartlett "City Game: Marbles"

The doors of evening must not close - Elizabeth Bartlett "Civilized Spring"

Behind a desert moon now green - Elizabeth Bartlett "Civilized Spring"

vanished in the dawn's contempt - Elizabeth Bartlett "cold wakening"

no moment's evidence of sand - Elizabeth Bartlett "cold wakening"

just grayish pulp - Elizabeth Bartlett "cold wakening"

with stones to cling to by my teeth - Elizabeth Bartlett "cold wakening"

And leave me eyes with which to weep - Elizabeth Bartlett "Convert"

Out of the white and the blue - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

Out of the mist and the ice - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

Out of the wind and the flame - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

A breath from the yawning sky - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

A drop from the nodding sea - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

A root from the sleeping earth - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

Secured the growing of the seed - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

And cutting the golden thread - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

In this point of moving time - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

The deafening echoes of the damned - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

As mortal children of ambition - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

As transient strangers of desire - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

As fatal victims of perfection - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

Seeing how frail is the candle - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

Hearing how brief is the song - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Creation"

On folded wings secret and silent - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Turned in its lost beginning - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

The frightened eyes of the city glow - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Night is your hour - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Still clutching at the vanishing day - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

The thought immense in the dark - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Rotating centuries across the stars - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Over the ruins of forgotten time - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dark Angel"

Between the horn and the sting - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Dark Centaur"

Fallen among the angels - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Dark Centaur"

Its needled hands and thorny feet - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dry Sanctuary"

When harsh winds blow the wrong way - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dry Sanctuary"

And, even after a century, bloom - Elizabeth Bartlett "Dry Sanctuary"

the black and white of yes and no - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

lived with definite so long - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

have seen the between hours - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

the many masks old and new - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

felt the purple air's dissent - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

let me have time's dusk perspective - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

an outer shape and an inner clue - Elizabeth Bartlett "dusk I love"

Hunt with atom spears - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Earth Age"

With satellites as shrines - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Earth Age"

tantalus drink your fill - Elizabeth Bartlett "ekstasis"

orpheus bring your skill - Elizabeth Bartlett "ekstasis"

daedalus fly your wings - Elizabeth Bartlett "ekstasis"

The slow gathering of waters - Elizabeth Bartlett "Even if We Did"

Shaped the color and sound of mountains - Elizabeth Bartlett "Even if We Did"

The chain of centuries from dusk to dawn - Elizabeth Bartlett "Even if We Did"

And shook sparks from the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "Even if We Did"

And the heart in her mouth a feast - Elizabeth Bartlett "Final Performance"

And trick time's crafty eyes - Elizabeth Bartlett "Final Performance"

To catch the hands of night - Elizabeth Bartlett "Final Performance"

Having lost my terror of the air - Elizabeth Bartlett "Free-Fall"

The old tree weeps for its blossom - Elizabeth Bartlett "Full Circle"

The seed will weep for its root - Elizabeth Bartlett "Full Circle"

That makes our fingers seek revenge - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Ghost of Anne Frank"

A chance to bloom anywhere once - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Ghost of Anne Frank"

Always starts inside a single heart - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Ghost of Anne Frank"

let silence sleep between us - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

before our eyes were covered - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

drew forth an hour's spark - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

that hour cannot die - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

till dust can rise on flaming wings - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

within the mesh of failure - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

like our songs in crimson mirth - Elizabeth Bartlett "grass flesh"

wear down my sorrow - Elizabeth Bartlett "guadalajara"

I have mourned tomorrow - Elizabeth Bartlett "guadalajara"

plateaus on my memory - Elizabeth Bartlett "guadalajara"

be the blood within my bone - Elizabeth Bartlett "guadalajara"

The eye of light opens - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Forward in one eternal dream - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Memory is no stranger - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Being witness to my sleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

That climb up ancient roads - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Bloodrust fire, fleshtorn ground - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Leading an orchestra of stars - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

To the rhythm of earth's passage - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

And sweet dreams until dawn - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

By dividing the form from void - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Gave image its own reflection - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Drowned by floods of sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Into the vaults of time's library - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Airless corridors staffed by ghosts - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Collect the candle's tears - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Vacant of all but its bones - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

With the weapons of our memory - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

To rescue time from its own worst foe - Elizabeth Bartlett "The House of Sleep"

Inevitable as air and light - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

That flows through stars and men - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

From which none returns invulnerable - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

Like the fire on our tongues - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

A flame forever unappeased - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

Tasting heroically of miracles - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

Sands thirst for unquenchable seas - Elizabeth Bartlett "Hunger"

Not needing the support of words - Elizabeth Bartlett "I Think I Am"

A slow companion to the light - Elizabeth Bartlett "I Would Remember"

instinct with seaward gravitation - Elizabeth Bartlett "I would remember"

and suddenly flings in a rain of gold - Elizabeth Bartlett "I would remember"

forget their wings and drown - Elizabeth Bartlett "I would remember"

Concealed like spectral stars - Elizabeth Bartlett "In His Image"

Beyond the rim of Mars - Elizabeth Bartlett "In His Image"

And touched the cosmic plan - Elizabeth Bartlett "In His Image"

Upon the spokes of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "In His Image"

Is only shape and dust - Elizabeth Bartlett "In His Image"

whips the dull season high - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

the shore frightened by the tide - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

to mountain height of sky - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

race the lightning out to sea - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

all composition of the gray sameness - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

the no of drought flooded out - Elizabeth Bartlett "in the wake of sleep"

Between the footfall and the snow - Elizabeth Bartlett "Insomnia in the City"

And blow away the smoke of fear - Elizabeth Bartlett "Insomnia in the City"

The innocence of thorns - Elizabeth Bartlett "Instinct and Reason"

With the hands of a spider - Elizabeth Bartlett "Interview"

To dip the pen of time in dew - Elizabeth Bartlett "Interview"

white with speed - Elizabeth Bartlett "item: body found"

The swift wild cry of the scornful ember - Elizabeth Bartlett "Item: Body Found"

time was an eyeless reach - Elizabeth Bartlett "item: body found"

An eyeless reach across immensity - Elizabeth Bartlett "Item: Body Found"

who reach for the falling star - Elizabeth Bartlett "item: body found"

And always some cursed omen - Elizabeth Bartlett "Jinxed"

tender our hands to the dove - Elizabeth Bartlett "journey to jerusalem"

flower this hope to the springtime - Elizabeth Bartlett "journey to jerusalem"

summer our dream with its fruit - Elizabeth Bartlett "journey to jerusalem"

winter the future's root - Elizabeth Bartlett "journey to jerusalem"

From beelines to star routes - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

Dreams flower in the cells of night - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

Our days are joined to the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

Where image and reality meet - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

Survive the force of fire - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

Astral honey and blossoms of light - Elizabeth Bartlett "Landscape: With Bread"

how seasons are returned - Elizabeth Bartlett "lesson on five fingers"

terrace my piece of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "lesson on five fingers"

the grays of violent and tame - Elizabeth Bartlett "life I love"

mixed in time's confusion - Elizabeth Bartlett "life I love"

every flame that brightened the illusion - Elizabeth Bartlett "life I love"

have shaken the fruitful tree of belief - Elizabeth Bartlett "log for a voyage"

have shaken the brutal sea for relief - Elizabeth Bartlett "log for a voyage"

who of us shall slake the salt wound - Elizabeth Bartlett "log for a voyage"

that lies on the floor of atlantis - Elizabeth Bartlett "log for a voyage"

our little green where lilies were - Elizabeth Bartlett "the lovers"

as the sky measures breath - Elizabeth Bartlett "the lovers"

making music in ditches - Elizabeth Bartlett "the lovers"

for the sun was a broken sword - Elizabeth Bartlett "the lovers"

peace towards our tomorrow - Elizabeth Bartlett "the lovers"

played till time had tired - Elizabeth Bartlett "maturity"

of years grown thick as forest trees - Elizabeth Bartlett "maturity"

gained a world not worth the lost - Elizabeth Bartlett "maturity"

drops through the darkness and forgets - Elizabeth Bartlett "measured interval"

sleep dresses itself and wakes - Elizabeth Bartlett "measured interval"

The cut and stripped images of reason - Elizabeth Bartlett "Mental Hoeing"

Stacked in rows of answered arguments - Elizabeth Bartlett "Mental Hoeing"

A winter still unprepared for spring - Elizabeth Bartlett "Mental Hoeing"

Attendant on the birth of eagles - Elizabeth Bartlett "Mexican Profile"

Where winter had not heard of spring - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Mistake"

A continent full of moons - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Mistake"

Would stumble over the same stones - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Mistake"

through streets of mirrors - Elizabeth Bartlett "mood on a string"

as though a silver magnet drew - Elizabeth Bartlett "mood on a string"

Sand and stars are not enough - Elizabeth Bartlett "Not Just Once"

And bring down the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "Not Just Once"

Light destroyed in minds - Elizabeth Bartlett "Notes for the Future"

Strength reduced to hands - Elizabeth Bartlett "Notes for the Future"

No other knowledge but chance - Elizabeth Bartlett "Notes for the Future"

keep you forever thus unchanged - Elizabeth Bartlett "now and forever"

no promise of another spring - Elizabeth Bartlett "now and forever"

with poppies in the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "the now and here"

in the city of the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "the now and here"

between a range of sunlit afternoons - Elizabeth Bartlett "the now and here"

Of foot going faster than thought - Elizabeth Bartlett "O To Be an Ostrich"

never say the dreams were false - Elizabeth Bartlett "odyssey"

the wings they had prepared - Elizabeth Bartlett "odyssey"

The short, crooked thumb of long experience - Elizabeth Bartlett "On a Rock of Atlantis"

Where the waves still breathe of sleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "On a Rock of Atlantis"

return to old complaints - Elizabeth Bartlett "only this"

the need of believing - Elizabeth Bartlett "only this"

Half surprised by what they doubt - Elizabeth Bartlett "Perspective"

now that the flame has died - Elizabeth Bartlett "pilgrimage"

those destined candles of the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "pilgrimage"

ends with a dawn cold white - Elizabeth Bartlett "pilgrimage"

and all their flames relit - Elizabeth Bartlett "pilgrimage"

The waters of the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

Fall on the flaming sea - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

Time's alchemy will free - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

The ghosts of fish shall wake - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

White silence like a nun - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

Dreams whose thread she weaves - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

In the valley of moon trees - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

When time redeems mortality - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

In the fourth dimension of the soul - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

Shall bind the future fast - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

The light years of the past - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Poet's Dream"

Not the calendar changes our season - Elizabeth Bartlett "Prologue to Old Age"

Not the memory troubles our silence - Elizabeth Bartlett "Prologue to Old Age"

Mixed by impure stars to common metal - Elizabeth Bartlett "Reflected in Brass"

Made rivers part and mountains cry - Elizabeth Bartlett "Reflected in Brass"

The dry wind through stony streets - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Refugees"

As the sky measures breath - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Refugees"

To tip the rim of that day's widened cup - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Refugees"

Promising new terms for our tomorrow - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Refugees"

Walking griefwards with his shadow - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sacrament"

Grapes from stones, thirst into wine - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sacrament"

To outride wind, tide and stars - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sailor's Story"

search the wild wind - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"

reach the storm's heart - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"

beneath the crystal scent sweet leaves - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"

seek for pastures not yet born - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"

The wilder ways of chance they choose - Elizabeth Bartlett "Self-Evident"

With wings against the wind - Elizabeth Bartlett "Self-Evident"

Can hear his own answered call - Elizabeth Bartlett "Self-Evident"

Aware of other tides - Elizabeth Bartlett "Ship of Earth"

Pierced infinity as we rode - Elizabeth Bartlett "Ship of Earth"

Unchanged by ego - Elizabeth Bartlett "Simple with Compass"

A morning where darkness shines - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sleepwalkers"

Glide down vertical waves of light - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sleepwalkers"

On secret tides of air - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sleepwalkers"

A seed cannot grow in the heart - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sower"

I'd rather put my trust in stones - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Sower"

your feet are on my heart - Elizabeth Bartlett "step softly"

for the heart that only guesses - Elizabeth Bartlett "step softly"

but not the heart that knows - Elizabeth Bartlett "step softly"

the lonely dark comes again - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

with blue lines running in the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

out of kisses bringing fears - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

fears no nearer to relief than tears - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

memory is of lightning - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

only the stormbird's flight is wild - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

as none aware of hallways to never - Elizabeth Bartlett "suddenly"

caught swirling autumn down - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

but winter was in our hearts - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

the search for first green bud - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

the winter fears destroyed the summer weather - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

doubts can frost and worries blight - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

and questions when they come by night - Elizabeth Bartlett "summer and winter"

whose night strong arms had banished - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

bow down and lift me to the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

prepare for me some green retreat - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

let autumn shake its leaves - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

laughter whirling from each tree - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

should my winter come at last - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

for every year my dust shall rise - Elizabeth Bartlett "swallows return"

Must first merge with his shadow - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Test"

And learn to stand on air, alone - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Test"

Burn a path through timeless sleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Test"

A life's receipts in black and white - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Test"

To trace the course of wind and tide - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Test"

there is safety only in the heart - Elizabeth Bartlett "this much I know about time"

token mainly for regret - Elizabeth Bartlett "this much I know about time"

breath is fearless - Elizabeth Bartlett "this much I know about time"

Windless season without rain - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

And everything moves like sleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Swing upon circles of darkness - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Bend a road where you trespass - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Windless you go and rainless - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Beyond the moment's rim - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Only a sixth sense of faith or fear - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Heard the distant horn of time - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Windless without wings - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Mast and sun obscured by fact - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Beyond the eye's threshold - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

Where breath is radar to itself - Elizabeth Bartlett "This Side the Fog"

who say all colors are gray - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

flamed in crimson joy - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

red as a ripe warm plum - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

youth's honor on a windless sky - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

red for something velvet deep - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

stabbing the breath with a wild commotion - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

a vivid red each time - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

connecting sleep with sleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

yellow was first word for gold - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

yellow was wish - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

as his own yellow sign - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

those unrecoverable legends - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

blue was definite - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

less temperamental than red - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

more tangible than yellow - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

blue was practical and necessary - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

but blue had magic too - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

a glamorous color blue - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

found a blue shell so fragile - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"

When distant mountains bend - Elizabeth Bartlett "Time Will Tell"

Though breath was all I owned - Elizabeth Bartlett "Time Will Tell"

The stones I had to seal my mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "Time Will Tell"

To force my heart to climb - Elizabeth Bartlett "Time Will Tell"

The way to trap time - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Trap"

To a burnt out rage consigned - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Trap"

Tides set in motion by light - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Trap"

Clear eyes aware of sight - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Trap"

before the old leaves go - Elizabeth Bartlett "tropic time"

My heart at last has thawed - Elizabeth Bartlett "Under a Thatched Roof"

Leading to a corridor of black mirrors - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Understanding"

Within that hallway of silence - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Understanding"

To slip across barriers of being - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Understanding"

Where time is an iris mirror - Elizabeth Bartlett "Vision"

Evoke the future like a window - Elizabeth Bartlett "Vision"

One cast from the fractured past - Elizabeth Bartlett "Vision"

Illuminate the galaxy that waits - Elizabeth Bartlett "Vision"

Waits invisible as trust - Elizabeth Bartlett "Vision"

Guilty of more than silence - Elizabeth Bartlett "Voluntary, Exile"

An agony too keen for reason - Elizabeth Bartlett "Voluntary, Exile"

to make a stiff and faultless sky - Elizabeth Bartlett "washday in the tropics"

without the energy to die - Elizabeth Bartlett "washday in the tropics"

to pick apart the carcass moon - Elizabeth Bartlett "washday in the tropics"

before night creeps along the mist - Elizabeth Bartlett "washday in the tropics"

always before the final terror - Elizabeth Bartlett "weather forecast"

the last kiss like the first - Elizabeth Bartlett "weather forecast"

the future in the past - Elizabeth Bartlett "weather forecast"

and a magic in the warnings - Elizabeth Bartlett "whatever else may be"

trees with roots of red - Elizabeth Bartlett "whatever else may be"

Who will deny there are worse dragons? - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

Strain at a gnat and swallow camels - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

I have no tears to defend - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

By now my shoes understand - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

Any fright of stumbling up crooked paths - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

To swear by the debts of the guilty - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

The ties of summer are ended - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

The heart of the hypocrite - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

No cloud to conceal my nakedness - Elizabeth Bartlett "When Yesterday Comes"

to kiss the imaged mist - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

to heights out of time and measure - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

no distance there or memory - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

out of canyon silences - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

the throat of night catches - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

its echoes are thinned - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

where childhood fell asleep - Elizabeth Bartlett "while I live"

Lingered over old threads of truth - Elizabeth Bartlett "Woolen Dignity"

Smoothed the seams of her life - Elizabeth Bartlett "Woolen Dignity"

The brighter silk of summers past - Elizabeth Bartlett "Woolen Dignity"

Smooth and even as her last defense - Elizabeth Bartlett "Woolen Dignity"

Marked on a shifting land - Elizabeth Bartlett "World of Tomorrow"

At a distance travelled by light - Elizabeth Bartlett "World of Tomorrow"

Extend the geometric skull - Elizabeth Bartlett "World of Tomorrow"


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Voice of the spider - Basho transl. by David Young

Lost in a river of falling leaves - Basho transl. by David Young

As if to wash this dusty world - Basho transl. by David Young

Across a field made of sunlight - Basho transl. by David Young

Climb the dark pass - Basho transl. by David Young

Flying into a cloud - Basho transl. by David Young

Treetops full of rain - Basho transl. by David Young

Spring mixed with summer - Basho transl. by David Young

Nothing like our similes - Basho transl. by David Young

Not a single house - Basho "This Old Village"


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Mint which rewards me with its sharp identity - Ellen Bass "After Long Illness"

A single bird would rip it like silk - Ellen Bass "Any Common Destination"

Some impossible mistake - Ellen Bass "Experiment in Empathy"

The strange region of a foreign heart - Ellen Bass "Experiment in Empathy"

Intricately ribboned like a secret code - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

An excess of extravagance - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

A dark arc of copper - Ellen Bass "Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek"

Inhabiting space that could go empty - Ellen Bass "I look over and there she is"

The damp straw smell of darkness - Ellen Bass "Lighthouse"

Without incurring the debt of grief - Ellen Bass "The Long Recovery"

Keep these lovely atoms - Ellen Bass "Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound"

Must return them to the stars - Ellen Bass "Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound"

The pressure of time on sand - Ellen Bass "Marriage"

Lighting fires in the empty rooms - Ellen Bass "Not Dead Yet"

The quiver inside each atom - Ellen Bass "Not Dead Yet"

Hollow caves of quiet - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

Light in the dark house - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

Companion of ten thousand years - Ellen Bass "Ode to Zeke"

A thousand torch songs calling out - Ellen Bass "Pearls"

Living in a grotto of fear - Ellen Bass "Pushing"

The kingdom of one ivory petal - Ellen Bass "Roses"

Small Mercies sliced from the root - Ellen Bass "Roses"

Until this sore minute - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

The bones of the past splinter - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

The sea flashing its gold scales - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

For the solace of the damp air - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

Sweet and bitter waters - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

Hang your kisses on all my branches - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

In the sawdust of our hearts - Ellen Bass "The Small Country"

Opening my mouth to the rain - Ellen Bass "Sometimes I'm frightened"

At this cusp of crumbling - Ellen Bass "Sometimes, when she is buried deep"

Bear the beauty of that much burning - Ellen Bass "This Was the Door"

Strip each rib down to light - Ellen Bass "Wilderness"


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Herds at rest upon the sands - Charles Baudelaire "The Accursed" transl. not credited

In lost pagan caverns dark and deep - Charles Baudelaire "The Accursed" transl. not credited

That sharp poison which is sin - Charles Baudelaire "An Allegory" transl. not credited

Against the granite of her skin - Charles Baudelaire "An Allegory" transl. not credited

Forget the world's alarms - Charles Baudelaire "An Allegory" transl. not credited

The world's onward dream would fade - Charles Baudelaire "An Allegory" transl. not credited

From every sin the terror lift - Charles Baudelaire "An Allegory" transl. not credited

The convict's melancholy king - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

The carnival of illustrious hearts - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

Moths upon the wings of chance - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

Through a thousand labyrinths flown - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

A shout cried by a thousand sentinels - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

Huntsmen in deep woodlands lost - Charles Baudelaire "The Beacons" transl. not credited

The cruel and curious demons of the air - Charles Baudelaire "La Beatrice" transl. not credited

As a crowd jeers some unhappy man - Charles Baudelaire "La Beatrice" transl. not credited

At leisure contemplate this clown - Charles Baudelaire "La Beatrice" transl. not credited

Have stilled these clamouring demons - Charles Baudelaire "La Beatrice" transl. not credited

In the middle of the troupe obscene - Charles Baudelaire "La Beatrice" transl. not credited

Lovely as a dream in stone - Charles Baudelaire "Beauty" transl. not credited

To fold enchantment round their hearts - Charles Baudelaire "Beauty" transl. not credited

By the high decree of powers supreme - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

A writhing knot of unclean vipers - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

These harpy talons understand - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

Earth's and hell's destructive tooth - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

Jewels lost in Palmyra of old - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

Pearls of the outer sea - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

Obscure mirrors, darkened and forlorn - Charles Baudelaire "The Benediction" transl. not credited

Be wise and tranquil still - Charles Baudelaire "Contemplation" transl. not credited

Gather remorseful blossoms - Charles Baudelaire "Contemplation" transl. not credited

A grassy couch with pebbles set - Charles Baudelaire "The Corpse" transl. not credited

Had given a hundredfold return - Charles Baudelaire "The Corpse" transl. not credited

Wander through a tangled wood - Charles Baudelaire "Correspondences" transl. not credited

The expansion of things infinite - Charles Baudelaire "Correspondences" transl. not credited

Eternal alembic of antique distress - Charles Baudelaire "The Dance of Death" transl. not credited

Please none but the brave - Charles Baudelaire "The Dance of Death" transl. not credited

Fed on graveyard charms - Charles Baudelaire "The Dance of Death" transl. not credited

The Angel's sinister trumpet raised - Charles Baudelaire "The Dance of Death" transl. not credited

Perfumes herself with myrrh - Charles Baudelaire "The Dance of Death" transl. not credited

Guarding their last embers - Charles Baudelaire "The Death of Lovers" transl. not credited

Our hearts shall be the torches - Charles Baudelaire "The Death of Lovers" transl. not credited

Drunk with Death's elixir - Charles Baudelaire "The Death of the Poor" transl. not credited

Whose magnetic palms bring dreams - Charles Baudelaire "The Death of the Poor" transl. not credited

Paid his obolus on the Stygian shore - Charles Baudelaire "Don Juan in Hades" transl. not credited

Upon his back an enormous Chimaera - Charles Baudelaire "Every Man His Chimaera" transl. not credited

In painted frescoes shown - Charles Baudelaire "The Evil Monk" transl. not credited

The pageant of my old distress - Charles Baudelaire "The Evil Monk" transl. not credited

Memory of the bitter flood - Charles Baudelaire "The Eyes of Beauty" transl. not credited

A ruin where the jackals rest - Charles Baudelaire "The Eyes of Beauty" transl. not credited

The ghosts of long-dead odours creep - Charles Baudelaire "The Flask" transl. not credited

Ghost of an old passion - Charles Baudelaire "The Flask" transl. not credited

Sweet poison mixed by angels - Charles Baudelaire "The Flask" transl. not credited

That mirrored all the skies - Charles Baudelaire "A Former Life" transl. not credited

Treading the shadows silently - Charles Baudelaire "The Ghost" transl. not credited

Kisses as icy as the moon - Charles Baudelaire "The Ghost" transl. not credited

The caresses of a snake - Charles Baudelaire "The Ghost" transl. not credited

Cold gliding in the thorny brake - Charles Baudelaire "The Ghost" transl. not credited

My dark heart's deep desiring - Charles Baudelaire "The Ideal" transl. not credited

Michelangelo's dark daughter Night - Charles Baudelaire "The Ideal" transl. not credited

Fashioned for a giant's delight - Charles Baudelaire "The Ideal" transl. not credited

Patient as the ants, and slow - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

Deep foundations suffer first - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

Beneath the bitter tooth accursed - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

The frail hand of a Fay - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

A being made of gauze and fire - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

The Fay with wings of fire - Charles Baudelaire "The Irreparable" transl. not credited

Watch the birth of stars in heaven - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Till Autumn fades the rose - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Winter with his weary snows - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

And build my faery palace in the night - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Where the marble fountains weep - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Idyll built of innocent words - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Drawing the sun out of my heart - Charles Baudelaire "A Landscape" transl. not credited

Obedient to my fatal mood - Charles Baudelaire "The Little Old Women" transl. not credited

Where water sleeps at night - Charles Baudelaire "The Little Old Women" transl. not credited

Brimmed with a million tears - Charles Baudelaire "The Little Old Women" transl. not credited

Made a river with her tears - Charles Baudelaire "The Little Old Women" transl. not credited

Your lost days unroll before me - Charles Baudelaire "The Little Old Women" transl. not credited

And cast their diamond fires - Charles Baudelaire "The Living Flame" transl. not credited

Obeys the living flame - Charles Baudelaire "The Living Flame" transl. not credited

Candles lighted at full noon - Charles Baudelaire "The Living Flame" transl. not credited

My soul's awakening hymn - Charles Baudelaire "The Living Flame" transl. not credited

Love cold steel and powder - Charles Baudelaire "A Madrigal of Sorrow" transl. not credited

And shudder at the striking hour - Charles Baudelaire "A Madrigal of Sorrow" transl. not credited

Where revels the cold wind - Charles Baudelaire "Mist and Rain" transl. not credited

The long pageant of your shadows - Charles Baudelaire "Mist and Rain" transl. not credited

On moonless eves to weep - Charles Baudelaire "Mist and Rain" transl. not credited

And rock our griefs to sleep - Charles Baudelaire "Mist and Rain" transl. not credited

Drinking the winds that flee - Charles Baudelaire "Music" transl. not credited

Dark owls sit in solemn state - Charles Baudelaire "The Owls" transl. not credited

Until that melancholy hour - Charles Baudelaire "The Owls" transl. not credited

The deep heart of a black marble - Charles Baudelaire "The Remorse of the Dead" transl. not credited

Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom - Charles Baudelaire "The Remorse of the Dead" transl. not credited

Who shares my reverie - Charles Baudelaire "The Remorse of the Dead" transl. not credited

In the shade and tears of gall - Charles Baudelaire "Reversibility" transl. not credited

Seeking the sun in vain - Charles Baudelaire "Reversibility" transl. not credited

To the waving cadence of a rod - Charles Baudelaire "Robed in a Silken Robe" transl. not credited

Sad sand upon the desert's verge - Charles Baudelaire "Robed in a Silken Robe" transl. not credited

Carved of minerals pure and cold - Charles Baudelaire "Robed in a Silken Robe" transl. not credited

An angel mingles with the sphinx - Charles Baudelaire "Robed in a Silken Robe" transl. not credited

In his hollow hand the tear of snow - Charles Baudelaire "The Sadness of the Moon" transl. not credited

Brought alms in floods upon his head - Charles Baudelaire "The Seven Old Men" transl. not credited

Never trembled at a fear like mine - Charles Baudelaire "The Seven Old Men" transl. not credited

With midnight visions burn - Charles Baudelaire "The Sick Muse" transl. not credited

Climes that flames enfold - Charles Baudelaire "The Sky" transl. not credited

A strangling cavern wall - Charles Baudelaire "The Sky" transl. not credited

Nor their black legend write - Charles Baudelaire "Sonnet of Autumn" transl. not credited

Sang the soul of wine - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited

A song of love and light divine - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited

In glass beneath my seals of red - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited

Life's fragile athlete - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited

Who rules a land of rains - Charles Baudelaire "Spleen" transl. not credited

Ignorant of the latitude - Charles Baudelaire "The Stranger" transl. not credited

Swoon like one trembling heart - Charles Baudelaire "Sunset" transl. not credited

Makes firm her dark domain - Charles Baudelaire "Sunset" transl. not credited

And terrors glide between - Charles Baudelaire "Sunset" transl. not credited

Footsteps on the marsh's rim - Charles Baudelaire "Sunset" transl. not credited

The cold snail and crawling toad unseen - Charles Baudelaire "Sunset" transl. not credited

All my fertile memory blossom - Charles Baudelaire "The Swan" transl. not credited

Whom one great desire gnaws - Charles Baudelaire "The Swan" transl. not credited

Beyond the mighty walls of fog - Charles Baudelaire "The Swan" transl. not credited

Of all who drink of tears - Charles Baudelaire "The Swan" transl. not credited

Tread the roads of chance - Charles Baudelaire "To a Brown Beggar-Maid" transl. not credited

Set round with starry crystal rhymes - Charles Baudelaire "To a Madonna" transl. not credited

And weave it of my jealousy - Charles Baudelaire "To a Madonna" transl. not credited

Weighted down with my distrust - Charles Baudelaire "To a Madonna" transl. not credited

Reap the far star-gold - Charles Baudelaire "The Venal Muse" transl. not credited

Flee from the tyrant Circe's witcheries - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

A wandering heart drives them to fly - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

The clouds that veil a star - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Wandering ships outwearied - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Seeker after lands that flee - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Cities of enchanted sleep - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

The casket where your memories are - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Lift the sorrow from my mind - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

My spirit like a sail outspread - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

The unquiet wish to fly - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

In the glimmering distance of the sky - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Shaped from the floating cloud - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

More fair than the tall cypress - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

From top to bottom of the fatal stair - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Now as in a bygone hour - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Troops herded by destiny - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

In opiate slumber furled - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Horror's oasis in the sands of sorrow - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Time, the grim and eager foe - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Embark upon the Shadowy Sea - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Set upon the scented Lotus flower - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Weary of the gloomy north - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

Sleepy poison in the cup - Charles Baudelaire "The Voyage" transl. not credited

On the wing of the wild whirlwind - Charles Baudelaire "The Wine of Lovers"


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No ceremony for the initiation - Dan Beachy-Quick "Onta"

A voice in the eternal honey - Dan Beachy-Quick "Onta"

Endures the sun by eating it - Dan Beachy-Quick "Onta"

When the air clenches its fist and strikes - Dan Beachy-Quick "Onta"

The fist of the mind grows roots and greens - Dan Beachy-Quick "Onta"

The differences of sameness - Dan Beachy-Quick "Some Consequences of the Made Thing"

Wordless light - Dan Beachy-Quick "Some Consequences of the Made Thing"

The silent page of the end - Dan Beachy-Quick "Some Consequences of the Made Thing"

The silent page of the beginning - Dan Beachy-Quick "Some Consequences of the Made Thing"

A distance from myself - Dan Beachy-Quick "Some Consequences of the Made Thing"

The oracle has no roof - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Math made of light and loss - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Shadow's agony song - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Desire requires memory - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Ecstasy of sea-foam and cloud - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Dawn and dusk the ancient thresholds - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

My solar confession - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Homer unfolds his chair in hell - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Hell on shore behind the eyes - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Gone to seed oblivion's oath - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

A square with no roof but the sky - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

Not the crystal acorn not the golden thread - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"

A pasture of rapt prayer - Dan Beachy-Quick "Variations on Dawn and Dusk"


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A chest made of barley fire - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

Strong as a current runs - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

Never copper but always fire - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

In an underwater circus - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

When all we have is moonlight - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

Let it arrive as fire - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"


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Hoard dirt in my ears - Billy-Ray Belcourt "NDN Homopoetics"

When crowded in the mouths of those near it - Billy-Ray Belcourt "NDN Homopoetics"

From the same neighborhood of experience - Billy-Ray Belcourt "NDN Homopoetics"

The branches growing from my teeth - Billy-Ray Belcourt "NDN Homopoetics"

With the earth ringing in my chest - Billy-Ray Belcourt "NDN Homopoetics"


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That add up to more minus than plus - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"

As inconsiderate as it is just - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"

Of all the afflictions & luck - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"

Speak of capturing vastness - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"

All the possible quantum trickery - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"

All the music that drives us toward mystery - Rosebud Ben-Oni "So They Say-- They Finally Nailed-- the Proton's Size-- & Hope-- Dies--"


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I went forth to sing the city - William Rose Benét "The City"

The roaring mill where gods grind without pity - William Rose Benét "The City"

Granite and steel upflung became my fountains - William Rose Benét "The City"

Cunningly reared and held as by a spell - William Rose Benét "The City"

Lost in colossal stone, my newer mountains - William Rose Benét "The City"

I wandered witlessly through miracle - William Rose Benét "The City"

Snared in tiny toils both frail and idle - William Rose Benét "The City"

I lost my wonders as I had lost my stars - William Rose Benét "The City"

A terrible symphony rolled through crashing bars - William Rose Benét "The City"

Small and obvious life fogged every wonder - William Rose Benét "The City"

Beyond Babylon its ways were regal - William Rose Benét "The City"

Jerusalem its dreams outsoared - William Rose Benét "The City"

Loins of the lion and splendor of the eagle - William Rose Benét "The City"

Where swarming vermin hailed it god and lord - William Rose Benét "The City"

Dream phantasm it spread aloft at night - William Rose Benét "The City"

Save in its moments of bewildering light - William Rose Benét "The City"

Had thought and raised and poised its splendor - William Rose Benét "The City"

Fed the torrents of its living veins - William Rose Benét "The City"

As on the instant ready to emerge - William Rose Benét "The City"

Forever trembling just past the reach of mind - William Rose Benét "The City"

Sum of all jaded aims and drab dissembling - William Rose Benét "The City"

Until her darkest streets ran weltering fire - William Rose Benét "The City"

Slaking the heart's immortal thirst - William Rose Benét "Imagination"

Every illustrious hue of the earliest sunset's tapestry - William Rose Benét "Imagination"

All planet years in yours mind's embrace - William Rose Benét "Imagination"

The sadness and sweetness of far evening bells - William Rose Benet "Lights Through the Mist"

A dream hard for the heart to resist - William Rose Benet "Lights Through the Mist"

The pain of the close-drawing darkness - William Rose Benet "Lights Through the Mist"

A treeful of angels at Peckham Rye - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Could build the universe from one tiny part - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Blake heard the asides of God - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Sifts the star-streams between the Then and the Now - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

In vast infant sagacity brooding - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Space's Pandora-box loosed its wonders upon him - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

No key of mine unlocks one lock of one gate - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

I hold my breath, daylong, yearlong - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Out of comfort and easy dreaming - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

Yearning beyond all sanity for some echo of that Song - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

That was sung to the soul of the madman, Blake - William Rose Benét "Mad Blake"

In broad, eternal noon - William Rose Benet "The Marvelous Munchausen"

In sandy clouds of flame - William Rose Benet "The Marvelous Munchausen"

Bright tears may Envy shed - William Rose Benet "The Marvelous Munchausen"

No edifice of fable - William Rose Benet "The Marvelous Munchausen"

Where skies are free from stain - William Rose Benét "The Tamer of Steeds"

Where brilliant flowers blow in open meads - William Rose Benét "The Tamer of Steeds"

In the heavenly wilds of all the passions - William Rose Benét "The Tamer of Steeds"


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Grinding the dust of the sea - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "Dark Donegal"

Stood inside a shattered room - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Dream of Samarkand"

Did thus weld bricks to life - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Dream of Samarkand"

And cross the rivers five - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Dream of Samarkand"

On captives of his spear - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Dream of Samarkand"

Far from the sun's fierce rays - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "The Fisherman's Dream"

Before whom the future outspreads - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Happy New Year"

The sunbeams chase the sleet - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "The Hill Cities"

Cloudy visions in Death's storms - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "In Te, Domine, spero"

For naught their trumpets blown - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "Londonderry City Election, 1885"

Raced the chestnuts into bloom - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "A Song of Spring"

Your wild songs to the wind - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "To M. S."

With waves that break with force - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "To M. S."

Through my heart its sad refrain - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "To M. S."


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Like threads unraveling a celestial heritage - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

Misled by glamour from heaven - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

Layered with energetic grids and pathways - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

When intent aligns with an ardent desire - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

A contemplative array in the soul - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

Who could invent new starlight - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Chaco and Olivia"

An innate impulse toward wholeness - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Consciousness Self-Learns"

Not continue in other dimensions - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Consciousness Self-Learns"

Gravity and time flex - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Consciousness Self-Learns"

The invisible spiral around a crane - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Consciousness Self-Learns"

A more subtly structured fullness of light - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Blur of a trillion stars - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Reveals this context for constellations - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Intersecting light from every star - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

In light and dark, a zero sum - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

The void comes into form - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Our star's extravagant giveaway of light - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Even darkness generates light - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

Directed toward greater coherence - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Darkness"

To communicate my emotion to a star - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Heart"

As many sparks as stars in the cosmos - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Heart"

Streams out in ribbons of light - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Heart"

Across my diffuse, remote peripheries - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Heart"

This song generates a star - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Jaguar"

That weaves stars with the ground - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Jaguar"

A node of intersections in our galaxy - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Jaguar"

And expand to illuminate space - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Less separate at dusk - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Lost in a jumble of stars - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

And retain the landmark's weight - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

A vector extends from her emptiness - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

This vacuum of twilight - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Music eliciting common space - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Collates spirit with this consensus - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Where water's alive with vibration - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

A wave possessing definite mass - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Stepped down from galaxies - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Absence merges with open space - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Wish events otherwise entangled - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Supernovae of limitless fusion - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

The exchange of gravity for coherence - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Any bright object before sunrise - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Eliciting a context for inner space - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

Deepen our reception to twilight - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Listening"

A pulse like breathing - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

Illuminate us through an invisible matrix - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

A kind of gravity in infinity - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

Setting star fields in motion - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

A ladder of branches and leaves into heaven - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

With analogue, textile eyes - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

A wave function for the universe - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

Recognition that ebbs and flows - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Loom"

Like starlight without an object to fall on - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Lux"

And become more intimate with its star - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Lux"

Luminous is a better word than translucent - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Lux"

Like a wolf looking toward home - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Lux"

By the nature of connectivity - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

Time tunnels and quantum uncertainty - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

A kind of witness in transition - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

The ethical structure of communicating - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

Relatives on other planets - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

A significance equivalent to truth - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

Enhanced by your imagining - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

A velvety multitude of moths and insects - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

Contribute to this glamour of wonder - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

On horizons of other worlds - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "New Boys 2"

One visitor disguised as a primrose - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

To plant trees under starlight - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

Restore our relations with stars - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

Its contours merge with the dream - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

To impersonate iguanas in ruins - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

Connect by their light entering our eyes - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Pegasus"

To receive their reflected light - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

A closeness like disorientation - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

The consciousness of each star we touch - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

Gains power from such multiplicity - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

Some stars occupy two places - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

Communications between rocks and whales - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

Through this web of images - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "The Pleiades"

A realization beyond decay - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

Our consensus on entropy - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

The enfoldment of chance and fatigue - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

Awareness creates the duration - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

Observe this enigmatic dark energy - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

Touch inner space with heaven - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Scalar"

Sounds which can stop time - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Singing"

Diagrams like songs on ocean floors - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Singing"

Repeat their joyous, staccato syllables - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Singing"

Formed by acts of other entities - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

When mind extends toward sky - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

Because respect is a portal - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

The form of a perceived star - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

Connecting with a geography of sky - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

A framework that keeps stars in place - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

The transparency of flowing space - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Star Beings"

Too dense for any dark planet - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Caught at the edge of the net of gems - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Earth is made from this alchemy - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

In meaning close to sacrament - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Weaves a black thread between white days - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Draws a diagonal across my floor - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Wonder exchanges for sight - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

A multiplicity like thought - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Comparing crystals and fire - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Between sky and home - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Against night's screen of stars - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Stars walk among us - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

No conflict between humans and rain - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

From every star in our regard - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Light in the minerals of their eyes - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

White days on the cosmic loom - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

A narrow door between sky and ground - Mei-mei Berssenbrugge "Wonder"

Transmuting a supernova into science - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

A property of the boundary - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

Some record of sand in the rock - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

At the particle level of entwining - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

A stand-in for complexities - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

Since imagining precedes space-time - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"

Determine how two particles differ - Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge "You Are Here"


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Disappearing at last in silence's shawl - Julia Bouwsma "Annie in the Boat"

This crocheted fog I wrap close - Julia Bouwsma "Annie in the Boat"

The curled husks of yesterday's warmth - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, because you tell me to, I begin again"

With my dreams still in my mouth - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, I wake wishing my body"

A charm of river stones and coiled hair - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, I wake wishing my body"

The mice ransack our rations - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, in winter my camp on the hill becomes"

Braids itself up the woods - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, in winter my camp on the hill becomes"

Brighter than a coyote's eye - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, in winter my camp on the hill becomes"

Until there is no room for breath - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, when I said all I ever wanted was land"

Hear you loudest in darkness - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, when I said all I ever wanted was land"

Burrowed a fever under my skin - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, when I said all I ever wanted was land"

In a tangle of strange sheets - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, when I said all I ever wanted was land"

Ash woven into a distant sky - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, you say all our bones are made of paper"

Until horizon spills our of our mouths - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, you say all our bones are made of paper"

A shard of absence sharpens itself - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, you say all our bones are made of paper"

Wind salts our throats - Julia Bouwsma "Dear ghosts, you say all our bones are made of paper"

The sound of your body forgetting - Julia Bouwsma "Each Morning Drowns in Open Air"

White as bone-bleached sun - Julia Bouwsma "Each Morning Drowns in Open Air"

Silence is a muscle you open - Julia Bouwsma "Each Morning Drowns in Open Air"

Grows tall as a granite house - Julia Bouwsma "Feeble-Minded"

A hollowed-out candle left burning - Julia Bouwsma "Feeble-Minded"

Trace this trail of quartz - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"

Wear your moment of dusk - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"

The blue hour from which there is no escape - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"

The dog rising from its bed of dust - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"

Becomes the prism of fracture - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

The helix of departure unfurling - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

Wear silence as a tattered shirt - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

Spread an octave into the sea - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

The rubble between our teeth - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

A people sculpted of wind - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

A people carved of gravel and dust - Julia Bouwsma "Interview with the Dead"

Around three times like a tornado - Julia Bouwsma "Lottie Marks Dreams Escape"

Scatter myself empty as a torn dress - Julia Bouwsma "Lottie Marks Dreams Escape"

Every acre I cross a pearl in my mouth - Julia Bouwsma "Lottie Marks Dreams Escape"

Rusty fishhook still lucky - Julia Bouwsma "Midden"

Shoulder-strung rhythm of panic - Julia Bouwsma "Paddling the Storm"

The soft comfort of flour between my fingers - Julia Bouwsma "The Schoolteacher Answers the Call"

A tornado of chalk dust and sunbeam - Julia Bouwsma "The Schoolteacher Answers the Call"

Until I am hollow as a bone pipe - Julia Bouwsma "The Schoolteacher Answers the Call"

A geography of peeled sunlight and cedar bark - Julia Bouwsma "The Tray of Spades"

History cracks our spines - Julia Bouwsma "Untold"

The keening of dust on hardwood - Julia Bouwsma "Upon Opening Another Folded Day"


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With a sandstone faith still worn - Rebecca G. Biber "Artichoke"

Looking back only once - Rebecca G. Biber "Away, Russia"

The evening's hollow feathered air - Rebecca G. Biber "Bird II"

That all demons are the same - Rebecca G. Biber "The Children's Firebird"

Of dancing away from chains - Rebecca G. Biber "The Children's Firebird"

Keep on knocking at the gates of joy - Rebecca G. Biber "Heiligenstadt"

My faith in their bright veracity - Rebecca G. Biber "Idyll"

Your eyes have a secret highway - Rebecca G. Biber "Internal"

Consents to no barter - Rebecca G. Biber "Lazy Money"

Your mind un-hardened by heart - Rebecca G. Biber "Little Portrait"

Tumbled in motley pitch - Rebecca G. Biber "Locational Self-Portrait"

At the hasped door of intimidation - Rebecca G. Biber "Pied Piper"

At the banquet of a hundred choices - Rebecca G. Biber "Pied Piper"

Fearless as humans wish to be - Rebecca G. Biber "Winter's Fool, April, Ann Arbor, 2014"


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Solemnly and steadily forsaking us - Elizabeth Bishop "The Armadillo"

Like an egg of fire - Elizabeth Bishop "The Armadillo"

A handful of intangible ash - Elizabeth Bishop "The Armadillo"

Clenched ignorant against the sky - Elizabeth Bishop "The Armadillo"

As if considering spilling over - Elizabeth Bishop "At the Fishhouses"

Associating with their shadows - Elizabeth Bishop "At the Fishhouses"

Fire that feeds on stones - Elizabeth Bishop "At the Fishhouses"

From the cold hard mouth of the world - Elizabeth Bishop "At the Fishhouses"

Sleek as moonlit grass - Elizabeth Bishop "Behind Stowe"

That drew me like a silver string - Elizabeth Bishop "Behind Stowe"

His singing split the sky - Elizabeth Bishop "Behind Stowe"

A disturbing, over-all black translucency - Elizabeth Bishop "Filling Station"

Provide the only note of color - Elizabeth Bishop "Filling Station"

Embroidered in a daisy stitch with marguerites - Elizabeth Bishop "Filling Station"

And heavy with gray crochet - Elizabeth Bishop "Filling Station"

Packed with tarnished tinfoil - Elizabeth Bishop "The Fish"

Spilling over in rivulets of fire - Elizabeth Bishop "In the Waiting Room"

Falling off the round, turning world - Elizabeth Bishop "In the Waiting Room"

In a bird-cage of lightning - Elizabeth Bishop "It Is Marvellous..."

Without surprise the world might change - Elizabeth Bishop "It Is Marvellous..."

Narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea - Elizabeth Bishop "The Moose"

Retreats in a wall of brown foam - Elizabeth Bishop "The Moose"

The dog tucked in her shawl - Elizabeth Bishop "The Moose"

Losing isn't hard to master - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

Filled with the intent to be lost - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

That their loss is no disaster - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

The fluster of lost door keys - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

Practice losing farther, losing faster - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

Where it was you meant to travel - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

None of these will bring disaster - Elizabeth Bishop "One Art"

Unfocused photographs of crooked faces - Elizabeth Bishop "Suicide of a Moderate Dictator"

When those who work are idling - Elizabeth Bishop "Suicide of a Moderate Dictator"

With little dignity or none - Elizabeth Bishop "Suicide of a Moderate Dictator"

The kiosk shutters crash down - Elizabeth Bishop "Suicide of a Moderate Dictator"

The headlines wrote themselves - Elizabeth Bishop "Suicide of a Moderate Dictator"

A world of books gone flat - Elizabeth Bishop "Visits to St. Elizabeths"

Waltzing the length of a weaving board - Elizabeth Bishop "Visits to St. Elizabeths"

Walking the plank of a coffin board - Elizabeth Bishop "Visits to St. Elizabeths"


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The nine eyes of the desert - Sherwin Bitsui "Dissolve"

Clasp the nine eyes of the desert - Sherwin Bitsui "Dissolve"

Cousins to the knife - Sherwin Bitsui "Dissolve"

Flakes of flood-birthed moonlight - Sherwin Bitsui "Dissolve"

Whispers its name from a waterfall's hairline - Sherwin Bitsui "Knives Whistle"

To look past the coming night - Sherwin Bitsui "Knives Whistle"

Untangle the roots of salt water - Sherwin Bitsui "Triptych"

Thorned with wrens pecking - Sherwin Bitsui "Triptych"


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Question history's blur - Richard Blanco "Como Tu/Like You/Like Me"

Erase the music of my name - Richard Blanco "Como Tu/Like You/Like Me"

Read my footprints like my past - Richard Blanco "Como Tu/Like You/Like Me"

And the balm of rain - Richard Blanco "Como Tu/Like You/Like Me"

For the dirty thirst of this land - Richard Blanco "Como Tu/Like You/Like Me"

In the vernacular of lavender and heather - Richard Blanco "Listening at Reading Farm, an Elegy"

Dusk strumming the birches - Richard Blanco "Listening at Reading Farm, an Elegy"

Into a cloud of thorny vines - Richard Blanco "Looking for Backbirds, Hartford"

The soft harp of snowfall - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

Dancing to the clouds' rage - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

Raining away my sorrows - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

Remains frozen in my ears - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

Rise to the sun of my youth - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

The memory of my mother's table - Richard Blanco "Maine Yet Miami"

Match the spirals in her eyes - Richard Blanco "Mexican Almuerzo in New England"

I am their breaths singing - Richard Blanco "My Campo Santo"

Watch the wind reborn - Richard Blanco "My Campo Santo"

For a few inclined seconds - Richard Blanco "Papa's Bridge"

And early stars wasting away - Richard Blanco "Papa's Bridge"

The silent distance between us - Richard Blanco "Papa's Bridge"

The odds of disappearing into you - Richard Blanco "Return from El Cerrado"

A season away from you - Richard Blanco "Return from El Cerrado"

Between the dreamed and the dreaming - Richard Blanco "Somewhere to Paris"

Alone with the moon on its path - Richard Blanco "Somewhere to Paris"

With nothing to deny the night - Richard Blanco "Somewhere to Paris"

Wanting to trace your laughter - Richard Blanco "Three Unendings"

Closed on the moon's face - Richard Blanco "Time as Art in The Eternal City"

All the days that have fallen - Richard Blanco "Time as Art in The Eternal City"

Flowing from a heart of stone - Richard Blanco "Torsos at the Louvre"

The strange sounds of flowers - Richard Blanco "When I was a Little Cuban Boy"

An open wound weeping smoke - Richard Blanco "Winter of the Volcanoes: Guatemala"


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Where words have no leverage - Tommye Blount "An Act of Love"

Each needling each other to live - Tommye Blount "An Act of Love"

Afraid of what they refuse to see - Tommye Blount "Bareback Aubade with the Dog"

Caught me without a prayer - Tommye Blount "The Black Umbrella"

Beneath a hole full of stars - Tommye Blount "The Black Umbrella"

Call me an eater of butterflies - Tommye Blount "The Bug Chaser"

Painted in a delectable poison - Tommye Blount "The Bug Chaser"

The rough ramble of wordlessness - Tommye Blount "But the Weather, the Weather"

Of voice-over and steel drums - Tommye Blount "But the Weather, the Weather"

Husbands of risk - Tommye Blount "But the Weather, the Weather"

Like the math of my hands - Tommye Blount "The House"

Between nerve and the crime it loves - Tommye Blount "Lycanthropy"

The shadow blood leaves - Tommye Blount "Then Practice Losing Farther; Losing Faster"


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Also inhales the deep - Robert Bly "The Chinese Peaks"

High above your winter face - Robert Bly "A Dream of the Blacksmith's Room"

Held invisible mountains - Robert Bly "A Dream of the Blacksmith's Room"

Walk upon the unwalked - Robert Bly "Gratitude to Old Teachers"

Beneath us the teachers - Robert Bly "Gratitude to Old Teachers"

Sink into the badger's grief - Robert Bly "How David Did Not Care"

The resonating box of the body - Robert Bly "How David Did Not Care"

A black overcoat for the soul - Robert Bly "How Mirabai Did Not Care"

What if the grave wins - Robert Bly "How Mirabai Did Not Care"

So much forgotten rock - Robert Bly "The Man Who Walks Toward Us"

Muttered to the frogs - Robert Bly "The Man Who Walks Toward Us"

Drink down so many angers - Robert Bly "The Man Who Walks Toward Us"

By the inner pressure of teeth - Robert Bly "Meditations on the Insatiable Soul"

To pray for new heavens - Robert Bly "Meditations on the Insatiable Soul"

Grieve in her sorrowing house - Robert Bly "Meditations on the Insatiable Soul"

In his murky unshaven dream - Robert Bly "Meditations on the Insatiable Soul"

He wants roads diverging - Robert Bly "Men and Women"

Wants doves returning at dusk - Robert Bly "Men and Women"

Wants an eternal river - Robert Bly "Men and Women"

Wants a river that makes its own way - Robert Bly "Men and Women"

The general of shame - Robert Bly "My Father at Eighty-Five"

Never phrased what he desired - Robert Bly "My Father at Eighty-Five"

To keep sailing and not land - Robert Bly "On the Oregon Coast"

For whom the world darkens - Robert Bly "Prayer for My Father"

The tenderness you wanted here - Robert Bly "Prayer for My Father"

I have called boulders - Robert Bly "Question in the Los Gatos Hills"

Our failures have solidified - Robert Bly "The Spiny Beast"

The labor of its playfulness - Robert Bly "Thomas and the Codfish's Psalm"

Obedient to some other moon - Robert Bly "Thomas and the Codfish's Psalm"

Suddenly free of panic - Robert Bly "Thoughts in the Cabin"

The granary of images - Robert Bly "Thoughts in the Cabin"

Some modest, luminous thing - Robert Bly "The Threshing Machine"

Bound by our breathing - Robert Bly "To My Mother"

The darkness that I remember - Robert Bly "Waiting for the Stars"

The thirst for the dark heavens - Robert Bly "Waiting for the Stars"

As if life were a visit - Robert Bly "Wallace Stevens and Florence"

Walked on the wire of the mind - Robert Bly "Wallace Stevens and Florence"


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To the song of gladness dance - James Beattie "Elegy"

Encompassed with funereal gloom - James Beattie "Elegy"

Wild ravings in Night's frighted ear - James Beattie "Elegy"

That bursts the bonds of clay - James Beattie "Elegy"

The sacred drops to pity due - James Beattie "Elegy"

Waxen wings by Daedalus designed - James Beattie "Epistle to the Honourable C. B."

Reached the moon, upborn by geese - James Beattie "Epistle to the Honourable C. B."

The shoes Jack Giant-killer wore - James Beattie "Epistle to the Honourable C. B."

Three times reclined on Thetis' breast - James Beattie "Epistle to the Honourable C. B."

Brisk as bottled beer - James Beattie "Epistle to the Honourable C. B."

Evening sees us bathed in tears - James Beattie "The Hares, a Fable"

The sweets of forgetfulness prove - James Beattie "The Hermit"

When nought but the torrent is heard - James Beattie "The Hermit"

Gliding remote on the verge of the sky - James Beattie "The Hermit"

And the planets were lost in her blaze - James Beattie "The Hermit"

Where Fame's proud temple shines - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The influence of malignant star - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Waged with Fortune an eternal war - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Larks on russet pinions float - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Where the gray linnets carol - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

And freedom fires the soul - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

A portion of celestial fire - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

On the dull couch of Luxury - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Poisons like a scorpion's dart - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

A nation famed for song - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Serene amidst alarms - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The living water from the rock - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Secure beneath the storm - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Canker'd by the worm of pride - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The clamorous fray of squabbling imps - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

And Echo swells the chorus - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The voice of mirth and song - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Grateful in the hour of drought - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

With new lustre burn - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Grasping the diamond lance - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The ruthless fox appear - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The voice and fire of seraphim - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Who quaff the nut-brown ale - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

To trace the secrets of the skies - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

The sophist's rope of cobweb - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Sneak with the scoundrel fox - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book I"

Must not aspire to bliss - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Tools and toys of tyranny - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Attends Night's lovely queen - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

This chaos dark to clear - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

With tenfold fierceness burn - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Imagination's lawless rage - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Where fiends and tempests howl - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Allay the fever's fire - James Beattie "The Minstrel; or, the Progress of Genius, book II"

Unstained with flattery's art - James Beattie "Ode on Lord Hay's Birth-Day. 13th May, 1767"

Breathed ardent from the heart - James Beattie "Ode on Lord Hay's Birth-Day. 13th May, 1767"

Twines with oak the laurel leaves - James Beattie "Ode on Lord Hay's Birth-Day. 13th May, 1767"

A thousand years have seen it shine - James Beattie "Ode on Lord Hay's Birth-Day. 13th May, 1767"

Through the midnight of their mind - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

With gorgon-figured veil o'erspread - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Dark Phlegethon's detested maze - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

And goblins all to the damp dungeon shrink - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Though gales propitious blow - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

What a weary length of lingering toil - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Taints with pestilence the gale - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Wizard Envy from his serpent eye - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

That bears the sacred shield of Truth - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

And onward rolls the storm - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Who tread the path of truth - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Who close the eyes of Sorrow - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Repair the weary soul's decay - James Beattie "Ode to Hope"

Chaos, from his old dominion torn - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

And hushed of jarring elements - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Hurled the void abyss along - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Every fiery orb and planet sung - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Echoes load the sighing gales - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

With all the whirlwind's haste - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Sweet poers of solitude and song - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

With the horrors of discordant sound - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Snatched in tempestuous eddies - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Along the sullen twilight sail - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Rushing steeds grim Terror guides - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Rolls headlong down the steep - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

By the blasting lightning of his eyes - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Gloom invests the howling shades - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Revenge the gory fragment gnaws - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Who ride the hurricanes of fire - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Sable from the wasting flame - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

And quench the animating fire - James Beattie "Ode to Peace: Written in the Year 1756"

Deep in your most sequestered bower - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

That smooths the brow of care - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

With dreams of former days - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

In stormy paths to roam - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

No more the path invites - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

The lingering light decays - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

By guileful Hope misled - James Beattie "Retirement. 1758"

Might dignify Minerva's awful charms - James Beattie "To the Right Honourable Lady Charlotte Gordon, Dressed in a Tartan Scotch Bonnet with Feathers, &c."

So deeply stained with sorrow's dye - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

When the keen mildew desolates the field - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

To wilds of woe decoy - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

The jocund Hours are fluttering seen - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

All your stores of softening balm - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

Where the gallant navy rides the deep - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

Embattled legions stretch their long array - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

Mounts the black whirlwind - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

As Vengeance guides the rein - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"

Harmonize the thunder of the storm - James Beattie "The Triumph of Melancholy"


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Turning all desire into light - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Blue-Bird"

The atom of a pent-up dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"

Your little breath of contemplation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"

Aimless petal of the wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"

The drowsy arm of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"

To whom the darkness is a child - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"

To whom sunlight is a tattered pilgrim - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"

Make an incense of sound - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"

Down a glaring maze of walls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"

Raising myriads of chained wings - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Grass-Blade"

Years loosen one sand grain - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"

Slashing their dreams with motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"

Lose the taste of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"

Be a liquid threshold for the dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"

Build a golden stairway of escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"

Time is but a phantom dagger - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"

And flings their turmoil to the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a River Steam-Boat"

Can disregard the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Street-Pavement"

I stuffed my ears with faded stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"

The little universe of music pent in me - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"

For your fiendish ripple must be heard - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"

Looses its thin divine kindness - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"

Greed, like a gorged Machiavelli - Maxwell Bodenheim "American Vaudeville Show"

Blue with which the sky retreats - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

To stop the revolving monster of life - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

Astonished at their shrunken estate - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

Fastened to one pathetic puzzle - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

Their blue reverts to swelling reveries - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

Bends with helpless messages - Max Bodenheim "Baby"

Trying to walk on mysterious ice - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"

With secret, chained thoughts - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"

With broken shields piled at her feet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"

Gathering atoms of humour and melancholy - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"

Over the knitting of remorse - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"

Fed them platters of minced scandal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"

Might falter in the presence of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"

The sordid boast of stone and brick - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"

That wins the pity of a sky - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"

Subside to fragments of defeat - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"

Cry the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

Into the conspiring fires of souls - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

Chant the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

Who surrounds himself with crystal safeguards - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

The dangerous sounds of unattained realities - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

With words as deliberate as wind - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"

With a pinch of powdered emotion - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"

Lying mobs of sighs and laughs - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"

From the hopeless decay of thought - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"

Riding the wild horse of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"

Who mistakes one shiver for immortality - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"

A more conspicuous conflict - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"

And sought the identity of sternness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"

The confetti thrown by emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"

A blind and soothing admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"

Heavy with his reckless ghost - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"

The trouble of his hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"

Like a thistle dipped in frost - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Courtesan Chats"

Waiting for the conquest of words - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"

In the doom of green - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"

Achieved the solace of admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"

Dangle to the whims of winds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"

Immersed in the task of holding nothing - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"

A shattered invitation to curiosity and anticipation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"

The spacious tragedy of distance - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"

Fixed idols made by flesh and mind - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"

With static postures of hope - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"

History is an accidental madness - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"

Pressed upon a slippery, dodging ghost - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"

Thin furies of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Description and Exhortation"

Stole the simple blush of my desire - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"

Spurned the smirched angers of my days - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"

Lingered in shimmering idleness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"

Lengthened a prayer into a lance - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"

And dropped its sightless heaven - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"

Hopes that lie within their grave - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"

Have spilled their troubled ghosts - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"

The hunted transparency of dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"

The defeated wisdom of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"

The invisible recklessness of perfume - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"

Whose eyes are already convinced - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"

A mountain emancipated by humour - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"

To become graceful and indiscreet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"

Dressed in occasional novelty - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"

With polished relics of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"

Within a room of tortured angles - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"

That only ruins could reveal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"

A stream of accidental shadows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"

A dwindling gift are you, laughter - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"

Counterfeiting you on street-corners - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"

Not in scorn do I laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"

A different smile for each thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"

Moon-paint on a colorless house - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"

A quest for daisies in the moon - Max Bodenheim "Girl"

And spend pieces of your heart - Max Bodenheim "Girl"

And only his trophies are real - Maxwell Bodenheim "Hatred of Metaphor and Simile"

Her head was a morning in April - Max Bodenheim "A Head"

Two tired shepherds with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "A Head"

The hurried machination of water - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"

Divided by another nightmare dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"

The long, green-white reverie of the horizon - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"

Widen out in the silence of air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"

Hard with years of thought-spinning - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Life"

Tossed from a violent mirage - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"

Bribing the quiet madness of evening - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"

With cunning promises of red - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"

Win the drifting pension of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"

The insurrection of a flea - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"

Awaits forever threatening claws - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"

Stumbled from the open windows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"

The clashing bones of happiness and fear - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"

Have earned the sympathy of dirt - Max Bodenheim "Intimate Scene"

Elastic humbleness of flowers and weeds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"

Use an obvious language that deceives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"

Made by men to soothe their fears - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"

Changed to wounds by the desiring heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Metaphysical Elizabeth"

Pushed down by silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

The meadows like rolled-out centuries - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

In the wind's golden elusiveness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

Sprinkling their stifled mockery - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

Upon the blue tomb of the air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

The winding paradise of old loves - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"

Steal pity from city streets - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"

Had hidden beneath a loose generosity - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"

Possessed by the plight of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"

Beneath the futility of explanation - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"

Somehow silent in lines of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Finding the earth too small - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Crowding life into seven words - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The interval between two steps - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

When Death recovers his vigor - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The mobile protection of a smile - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The ferocious lies of ice - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Can fashion masks of ideas - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The nimble light of contemplations - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Dreams of warm permanence - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Desire only to be distinct - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Cramped weight of memorized realities - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Narrowing the broad escape - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

To catch the upheaval of triumph - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

Their slashed and poisoned loneliness - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The scrutiny of mind, and heart, and soul - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The warm, assuring duty of prayer - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"

The avaricious words of a meager, petrified man - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"

A thrust of chattering wistfulness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"

Their shamefaced grays and reds - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

Falling from a tapestry of memory - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

Spin their miracles of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

His ecstasy of staring, counterfeit eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

Quicker and more furtive than time - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

Against the tangled vividness of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"

An unbidden word whitening the death of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The slanting, cambric curtain of his soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

With eyes of radium - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"

And hummed frayed songs - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"

Tapering fingers and metal eyes - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"

Ribbon turning to circles of stone - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"

A red cloth over your etched face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"

Burdened with many colors - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"

Tempting our flesh to renounce its weight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Platonic Narrative"

A curious courtship in your brain - Max Bodenheim "Poem"

Threaded with orderly shimmers of repentance - Max Bodenheim "Poem"

Into another pause before corruption - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"

Achieve an accidental dream - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"

Trapped within these months and years - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"

Diversion to my chained impatience - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"

Created you to guard its doors - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"

That skims the lips of many adjectives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. II: Waitress"

Of stifled mystics defying Time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. III: Shop-Girl"

The total of my bolder gains - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. V: Housewife"

Of mild mists and wild raptures - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"

To use thought as a musical instrument - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"

Retire to the slow digesting of his lie - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"

Your pennies are gathered - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"

They build larger jails for time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"

Upon the last edges of thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"

The details of his festival in brown - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"

Our bodies garlanded with mind - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"

Their fierce pretense of hardness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"

That stream of seeking motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"

A boldness puzzled by his flesh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"

One long circle of despairing grace - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"

The dark and candid gaze of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable II"

That jaded collaborator, daylight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"

Where your brown hills bite the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"

Upon the plodding, emaciated days - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

Escaping nightly from their souls - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

Night will lean upon them - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

And join the smothered gossip of trees - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

Still on the high roofs of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

Or borrow sorceries of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

A decorative speed of thought and soul - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"

That renders dogmas bashful - Max Bodenheim "Reluctant Lady"

Need the scorching of my breath - Max Bodenheim "Rhymed Conversation with Money"

In a thousand minor lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"

That delusion known as truth - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"

The ache of your sincerity - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"

The wordless dream of the fire - Max Bodenheim "Silence"

The white clock dropping gray minutes - Max Bodenheim "Silence"

Like the birth of little winds - Max Bodenheim "Silence"

Into the poised lyric of the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

As though unseen roses grazed him - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

To the rotted prayers of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

Raised a violin of hate - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

The trampled blasphemy upon her - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

Crash into night like ghostly curses - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"

Wanders one step toward the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

Sleek suns dipped in sleepy light - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

A strident lyric of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

Has taken iron into his laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

Night has broken her heart upon him - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

Only finding it within herself - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

Shut the doorways of their souls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

And change it to raw music - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"

To stumble into abrupt harmonies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

Imagination drenches his eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

The triumph of an imagined escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

To weave schemes of consolation - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

Reaching into the black space underneath - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

To worship idols or mimic fireflies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

Silence will pardon both of us - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"

From the aimless tongues of these trees - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

Acquaintance with the eccentric night - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

A subtle invitation to nakedness - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

This luxury of mild mist and wild raptures - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

Reward the luminous question - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

Into the smooth curvatures of faith - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

The warm quarrel of emotions - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

Crimson antagonists to contemplation - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

The tyrannies of formal reiteration - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"

People fling their powdered souls at you - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The shifting shadow of a stain on your rigid lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

More slender than the motives of wind - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"

Where tragedy experiments with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"

By centuries of baffled meditation - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Man"

The first rest of a thirstless journey - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"

Knowledge is born of a second - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"

Reaches the suburbs of Eternity - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"

Who sway in and out of the waters of life - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Catch morsels of food from birds flying overhead - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Men who unrolled little souls on plates - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Wavering on the sudden brink of jaded bitterness - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"

And weave a prayer into your naked stride - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"

The jerking, smoldering ghost of a thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"

Pits a trillion times blacker - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"

The chained recalcitrance of earth - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"

Flashing witchcraft that rides on thunderclaps - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"

The crystallized escape of fear - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"

Against the wide malevolence of space - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"

We decorate the treachery of time - Max Bodenheim "A Visitor from Mars Smiles"

Immune to light and time - Maxwell Bodenheim "When Fools Dispute"

To lift the oval of my soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"

Slender, cloud-voiced rings of notes - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"

With jests that light its troubled hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"

In your kirtle of borrowed skies - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"


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A long shadow and a light sound - Louise Bogan "Knowledge"

Stony wings and bleak glory - Louise Bogan "Late"

Facing a sheer sky - Louise Bogan "Medusa"

And the tipped bell make no sound - Louise Bogan "Medusa"

Under the great balanced day - Louise Bogan "Medusa"

My eyes on the yellow dust - Louise Bogan "Medusa"

To be quiet in the fern - Louise Bogan "Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom"

Listening to the prisoned cricket - Louise Bogan "Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom"

Dissembling music in the granite hill - Louise Bogan "Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom"

To see what suns can make - Louise Bogan "A Tale"

The tripping racket of a clock - Louise Bogan "A Tale"

South of hidden deserts - Louise Bogan "A Tale"

Torn fire glares on beauty - Louise Bogan "A Tale"

Beauty with a rusted mouth - Louise Bogan "A Tale"

Separated hour from hour - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"

Falling like precipitous water - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"

No gift nor denial - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"

Lighter than frost or ashes - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"

The words waiting for music - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"

You have learned the beginning - Louise Bogan "Words for Departure"


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Walking off their old confusions - Marianne Boruch "After Supper in Madison, Wisconsin"

Darkness sets adrift the rest - Marianne Boruch "After Supper in Madison, Wisconsin"

Bits of shock and light - Marianne Boruch "There Ought to Be a Law Against Henry"

Vague beloved unobtainable - Marianne Boruch "There Ought to Be a Law Against Henry"

Quiet or undone - Marianne Boruch "There Ought to Be a Law Against Henry"

Meticulous crushing fog - Marianne Boruch "There Ought to Be a Law Against Henry"

The way the world unravels - Marianne Boruch "Those visits home, the way the young"


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Undervalue the cost of their bodies - Daniel Borzutzky "Managed Diversity"

What I do with my dreams - Daniel Borzutzky "Managed Diversity"

We have no future but ourselves - Daniel Borzutsky "Painblank"

Our infinite realms contain our past - Daniel Borzutsky "Painblank"

Whisper into the cage of exile - Daniel Borzutzky "Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018"

The absent body in your breath - Daniel Borzutzky "Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018"

Into the economy of your absence - Daniel Borzutzky "Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018"


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Hollow nor height his going bars - Thomas Boyd "The King's Son"

The light that lifts from a black mere - Thomas Boyd "The King's Son"

Where Macha's flame-tongued horses flee - Thomas Boyd "The King's Son"

Flee on hoofs of thunder - Thomas Boyd "The King's Son"

Step from the star to the mountain - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"

Out of the gold of the morning - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"

Burning in the sun's red fire - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"

To the East or the West I will follow - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"

Follow till the dusk of my day - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"

Thy lovely perilous abode - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"

Haunted by storm and cloud - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"

Crowned with leaf and bud - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"

Then melt as in a dream - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"

That keeps the stars in cadence - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"

And echoes through all things - Thomas Boyd "To the Lianhaun Shee"


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Till the blood leaked out in code - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

Like any heroes: forgotten - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

The insolvency of emerging versions - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

Grew against the smallest profit - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

Could stand without family - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

The rhythm of total destruction - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

A dress made of hymns - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

Made of illicit skyscapes - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"

Thought all bloodshed would be pastel - Anne Boyer "The Revolt of the Peasant Girls"


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Wide shoes to fool the ice - Elizabeth Bradfield "A Grim Place for Ponies"

The long-churned distance to any news of home - Elizabeth Bradfield "In the Polar Regions"

Having outlasted some of myself - Elizabeth Bradfield "Learning to Swim"

To trust water might safely erase me - Elizabeth Bradfield "Learning to Swim"

Drift and abundance in what she offered - Elizabeth Bradfield "Learning to Swim"

Sharp tang of other waters known - Elizabeth Bradfield "Learning to Swim"

The hard process of freezing - Elizabeth Bradfield "Notes on Ice in Bowditch"

Against the frozen wall of what is known - Elizabeth Bradfield "Polar Explorer Capt. John Cleves Symmes (1820)"

Bubbled toward utopia - Elizabeth Bradfield "Polar Explorer Capt. John Cleves Symmes (1820)"

A month of spotting polar bears - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

Lecturing on tundra - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

As raw wind shrugged us off - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

Winter chased us down the coast - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

Loading a boat to look for whales - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

The thin substance of our ambitions - Elizabeth Bradfield "Pursuit"

Of any possible disaster indemnified routine - Elizabeth Bradfield "Signing on Again"

Craving fresh pie and hot toddies - Elizabeth Bradfield "Why They Went"

That the very air was miraculous - Elizabeth Bradfield "Why They Went"

A rhythm of slice and pause - Elizabeth Bradfield "Wilson's Specimens"

Conducted by wave and ice - Elizabeth Bradfield "Wilson's Specimens"


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Longer far has my heart to go - William Stanley Braithwaite "It's a Long Way"

And take the hope of dreams in trust - William Stanley Braithwaite "It's a Long Way"

Down the tide of Time - William Stanley Braithwaite "It's a Long Way"

Spoken out of half a dream - William Stanley Braithwaite "Near the End of April"

Time and change and sorrow - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rhapsody"

For the sunset wings - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rhapsody"

Hang on the edge of to-morrow - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rhapsody"


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And fly away from me like dragons - Shannon Bramer "My Cars Never Sleep"

Tumbling along bubbles of light - Shannon Bramer "Climbing Shadows"

Dream upside down - Shannon Bramer "Dreaming Upside Down"

Along cracking walls of sky - Shannon Bramer "Dreaming Upside Down"

My winter alphabet - Shannon Bramer "A Question for Choying"

Making shadows inside you - Shannon Bramer "You Speak Violets"

See rushing water in your eyes - Shannon Bramer "You Speak Violets"


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Thy memoried sun - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 2"

Barren purposeless change - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 3"

Not on your earth travel - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 4"

Cage of time or name - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 8"

Her hunger of desolate passion - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 10"

Hath outgrown solace - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 11"

Balm of soft oblivion - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 11"

Flee such faithlessness - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 12"

Beauty's comfort-laden breath - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 12"

Where no transience is nor time - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 13"

Smiling to treachery - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 15"

The joyless heart of weariness - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 16"

Whom fortune must oppress - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 16"

Merged in the formless flood - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 18"

Thought's full-felt commands - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 19"

Through such dark doors - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 22"

First point of scorn - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 24"

Drink & deeply drown - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 25"

Sorrow's myriad armies - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 25"

Unto the wine-filled rose - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 26"

Through Autumn's gate depart - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 26"

Fled from the cloister - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 31"

Thy sorrow too shall go - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 32"

Joy's goal is but a name - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 34"

In passion's suppliant sea - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 35"

More vanquishing than victory - Elizabeth Bridges "Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses 38"


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Brimming with old joys - Geoffrey Brock "And Day Brought Back My Night"

Beyond what the moment warrants - Geoffrey Brock "The Familiar Itch"

That marked our heights - Geoffrey Brock "The Family Manse"

Was born in sorrow - Geoffrey Brock "Father Countries"

Had fathomed her curse - Geoffrey Brock "Father Countries"

Last night in fever dreams - Geoffrey Brock "Forever Street"

An unpaid wrecking crew - Geoffrey Brock "Forever Street"

Burning, freezing, alone - Geoffrey Brock "Forever Street"

Creates a double pull in me - Geoffrey Brock "Her Voice When She Is Feeling Weak"

Bearing the scent of their dying - Geoffrey Brock "The Man Outside"

That Fainter Stars Seem Brilliant - Geoffrey Brock "The Man Outside"

Retraced the broad arc of our years - Geoffrey Brock "Mundane Comedies. II. Leaving Kansas"

Regained the solitude of roads - Geoffrey Brock "Mundane Comedies. II. Leaving Kansas"

In the cathedral of that storm - Geoffrey Brock "Northeaster"

Call back that lost island - Geoffrey Brock "Odysseus Old"

Have known the sound of sirens - Geoffrey Brock "Odysseus Old"

Should the source prove hollow - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 1. In Which He Turns With Intent"

All the lies I should have told - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 2 In Which He Turns Inward"

Ropes of fraying light - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 2 In Which He Turns Inward"

Their narrow voices widened - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 2 In Which He Turns Inward"

The exhausting gravity of flesh - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 3. In Which He Never Turns"

Of salt and absolution - Geoffrey Brock "Orpheus Variations. 5. In Which He Turns Outward"

Like tattered effigies of home - Geoffrey Brock "Ovid Old"

Rose again, transformed and whole - Geoffrey Brock "Ovid Old"

More blithe than bitter - Geoffrey Brock "Ovid Old"

The moods if not the meanings - Geoffrey Brock "Ovid Old"

A cold conspiracy of blood and springwater - Geoffrey Brock "The Rat Snake Gospel"

The darkening map of this moment - Geoffrey Brock "You Are Here"

Traveler at the frayed edge - Geoffrey Brock "You Are Here"

The forests of your grief - Geoffrey Brock "You Are Here"

After seasons of silence - Geoffrey Brock "You Are Here"


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Folding in the smaller rain - Lucie Brock-Broido "After Raphael"

In an emperor's real clothes - Lucie Brock-Broido "Almost a Conjuror"

And sour in oblivion - Lucie Brock-Broido "Almost a Conjuror"

A muster of pale stars - Lucie Brock-Broido "Basic Poem in a Basic Tongue"

A lake of slender wakefulness - Lucie Brock-Broido "Basic Poem in a Basic Tongue"

And not a drop of substance - Lucie Brock-Broido "The Deerhunting"

Traipsing past dusk - Lucie Brock-Broido "The Deerhunting"

To merge into the sobbing rain - Lucie Brock-Broido "Dire Wolf"

Hollowed out of frost - Lucie Brock-Broido "Girl at the Border of Her Own Allegory"

In a flask of fire - Lucie Brock-Broido "Girl at the Border of Her Own Allegory"

Down a rare path - Lucie Brock-Broido "How Can It Be I Am No Longer I"

The few loved left living - Lucie Brock-Broido "How Can It Be I Am No Longer I"

A flint to bliss - Lucie Brock-Broido "How Can It Be I Am No Longer I"

Everything not or once alive - Lucie Brock-Broido "How Can It Be I Am No Longer I"

Where everything is probable - Lucie Brock-Broido "In Elsinore"

A throttled hour - Lucie Brock-Broido "Of the Finished World"

Found electricity in mere ambition - Lucie Brock-Broido "The One Thousand Days"

A thistle on the palm - Lucie Brock-Broido "The One Thousand Days"

Had rapture on my side - Lucie Brock-Broido "Pamphlet on Ravening"

But no shepherds left - Lucie Brock-Broido "Physicism"

With the color taken from their sight - Lucie Brock-Broido "Physicism"

Parasol of amber grief - Lucie Brock-Broido "Portrait of Lucy with Fine Nile Jar"

Calamitous as a victory - Lucie Brock-Broido "Pyrrhic Victory"

As snow apples fall - Lucie Brock-Broido "Self-Portrait as a Herd of One"

A whole tin bucket of despairs - Lucie Brock-Broido "Self-Portrait as a Herd of One"

Not the bearable light - Lucie Brock-Broido "Self-Portrait as Kaspar Hauser"

In the principalities of desire - Lucie Brock-Broido "Self-Portrait with Self-Pity"

Could lift half of everything - Lucie Brock-Broido "Some Details of Hell"

A moment in someone else's marrow - Lucie Brock-Broido "Some Details of Hell"

Between washing and the well - Lucie Brock-Broido "Soul Keeping Company"

In the clemency of an autumn - Lucie Brock-Broido "Soul Keeping Company"

In the good night of my company - Lucie Brock-Broido "Soul Keeping Company"

Beneath the hardback hour - Lucie Brock-Broido "Spain"


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Wild on its way to the sea - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "The Hunter's Wooing"

Cold seas of azure and topaz - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "In Class"

Laden to sail for ports of mystery - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "In Class"

My hours of tryst are over - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "Nunih Waiyah"

Nothing else for pain to feast upon - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "Nunih Waiyah"

Out in the twilight realm of dreams - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "Nunih Waiyah"

Out of the unknown they have come - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "Sentenced"

I am the river of pain - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Songs of the Spavinaw"

Trip through the light - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Songs of the Spavinaw"

Can lift full, heavy sorrow - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee"

All the dreary wanton years - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee"

That burns my lips and sears my heart - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee"

Flaming gleams of pointed light - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee (I)"

Robbed of a dream's desire - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee (I)"

Drain fate's cup of joy - Ruth Muskrat Bronson "Sonnets from the Cherokee (I)"

With broken hopes and bitter fears - Ruth Margaret Muskrat "The Trail of Tears"


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To forget December's sullen time - Emily Bronte "Anticipation"

Equals in fortune and in years - Emily Bronte "Anticipation"

Have seen their morning melt in tears - Emily Bronte "Anticipation"

Cast my anchor of desire deep in unknown eternity - Emily Bronte "Anticipation"

All Nature's million mysteries - Emily Bronte "Anticipation"

Have lost their zone of gold - Emily Bronte "The Bluebell"

The bluebell cannot charm me now - Emily Bronte "The Bluebell"

When the days of golden dream had perished - Emily Bronte "Cold in the Earth"

Why I had brought a clouded eye - Emily Bronte "A Day Dream"

Poor spectres of the perished spring - Emily Bronte "A Day Dream"

In famished troops will fly - Emily Bronte "A Day Dream"

Let time and tears destroy - Emily Bronte "A Day Dream"

Time's withered branch dividing - Emily Bronte "Death"

The fresh root of Eternity - Emily Bronte "Death"

Birds beneath its shelter gathered - Emily Bronte "Death"

The vacant nest and silent song - Emily Bronte "Death"

With tenfold increase blessing - Emily Bronte "Death"

Where that perished sapling used to be - Emily Bronte "Death"

Thorny bud and poisonous flower - Emily Bronte "The Elder's Rebuke"

November's gusts unheeded call - Emily Bronte "Faith and Despondency"

The dim moon struggling in the sky - Emily Bronte "Faith and Despondency"

Speaks bliss to me - Emily Bronte "Fall Leaves Fall"

Wreaths of snow - Emily Bronte "Fall Leaves Fall"

Would sing while I was weeping - Emily Bronte "Hope"

Those sad relics scattered round - Emily Bronte "Hope"

Balm to all my frenzied pain - Emily Bronte "Hope"

Beneath her guardian light - Emily Bronte "How Clear She Shines"

While heaven and earth are whispering - Emily Bronte "How Clear She Shines"

All the woe creation knows - Emily Bronte "How Clear She Shines"

Where wisdom ever laughed at love - Emily Bronte "How Clear She Shines"

The alien firelight died away - Emily Bronte "I [A little while, a little while]"

Mountains circling every side - Emily Bronte "I [A little while, a little while]"

Unlocked a deep fountain - Emily Bronte "III [Loud without the wind was roaring]"

Uttered the music of May - Emily Bronte "III [Loud without the wind was roaring]"

Where the linnet was trilling - Emily Bronte "III [Loud without the wind was roaring]"

A spell more adored and heartbreaking - Emily Bronte "III [Loud without the wind was roaring]"

And each with Frenzy's tongue - Emily Bronte "My Comforter"

My spirit drank a mingled tone - Emily Bronte "My Comforter"

For other token do not seek - Emily Bronte "My Comforter"

By many a storm-worn stone - E.J. Bronte "The Outcast Mother"

Coldly spreads the couch of snow - E.J. Bronte "The Outcast Mother"

Round his feet three rivers ran - Emily Bronte "The Philosopher"

Where they joined their triple flood - Emily Bronte "The Philosopher"

And on a strange road journeyed - Emily Bronte "Plead for Me"

Of glory's wreath and pleasure's flower - Emily Bronte "Plead for Me"

But careless gifts are seldom prized - Emily Bronte "Plead for Me"

When Joy grew mad with awe - Emily Bronte "The Prisoner"

Counting future tears - Emily Bronte "The Prisoner"

And the flesh to feel the chain - Emily Bronte "The Prisoner"

Robed in fires of hell - Emily Bronte "The Prisoner"

By Time's all-severing wave - Emily Bronte "Remembrance"

Despair was powerless to destroy - Emily Bronte "Remembrance"

Fed without the aid of joy - Emily Bronte "Remembrance"

The countless links are strong - Emily Bronte "Self-Interrogation"

Midnight rest may still be sweet - Emily Bronte "Self-Interrogation"

The linnet in the rocky dells - Emily Bronte "Song [The linnet in the rocky dells]"

The bee among the heather bells - Emily Bronte "Song [The linnet in the rocky dells]"

The tide of grief would flow unchecked - Emily Bronte "Song [The linnet in the rocky dells]"

Let them fight for honour's breath - Emily Bronte "Song [The linnet in the rocky dells]"

Till sorrow's source were dry - Emily Bronte "Song [The linnet in the rocky dells]"

And doubly will the dark world grieve - Emily Bronte "Stanzas [I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me]"

Because the dazzling sun restored our Earth - Emily Bronte "Stars"

Fresh winds shook the door - Emily Bronte "Stars"

The wakened flies were murmuring - Emily Bronte "Stars"

And hide me from the hostile light - Emily Bronte "Stars"

Winter sheds its grief in snow - Emily Bronte "Sympathy"

Transient voyager of heaven - Emily Bronte "To a Wreath of Snow"

Silent sign of winter skies - Emily Bronte "To a Wreath of Snow"

The hands that shut the sun - Emily Bronte "To a Wreath of Snow"

Of suns that know no winter days - Emily Bronte "To Imagination"

All the flowers are praying - Emily Bronte "The Two Children"

Earth reserves no blessing - Emily Bronte "The Two Children"

Safe as the petrel on tossing billow - Emily Bronte "The Two Children"

To be the wanderer's guiding-star - Emily Bronte "The Visionary"

The first impulse of the gale - Emily Bronte "The Wanderer from the Fold"

And trust in Pleasure's careless guiding - Emily Bronte "The Wanderer from the Fold"

Should not have warned in vain - Emily Bronte "The Wanderer from the Fold"


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With soft and drunken laughter - Rupert Brooke "Beauty and Beauty"

Veiling all that may befall - Rupert Brooke "Beauty and Beauty"

The tears that fill the years - Rupert Brooke "Beauty and Beauty"

Shreds of shadowy laughter - Rupert Brooke "Beauty and Beauty"

Woven of human joys and cares - Rupert Brooke "The Dead"

Waters blown by changing winds - Rupert Brooke "The Dead"

Be remembered for a star - Rupert Brooke "The Great Lover"

The perplexed and viewless streams - Rupert Brooke "The Great Lover"

Chatter beneath a phantom mill - Rupert Brooke "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

A Faun a-peeping through the green - Rupert Brooke "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head - Rupert Brooke "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

That creep round twilight corners - Rupert Brooke "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

A pulse in the eternal mind - Rupert Brooke "The Soldier"

Dreams happy as her day - Rupert Brooke "The Soldier"

The amazing lights of heart and eye - Rupert Brooke "Sonnet Reversed"

Stood on supreme heights - Rupert Brooke "Sonnet Reversed"

Dust about the doors of friends - Rupert Brooke "Tiare Tahiti"

The foolish broken things we knew - Rupert Brooke "Tiare Tahiti"

Stars and sunlight there shall meet - Rupert Brooke "Tiare Tahiti"

Coral's hues and rainbows - Rupert Brooke "Tiare Tahiti"

Who dreams under the ferns - Rupert Brooke "Tiare Tahiti"


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I'm not sure if the sources from which I drew these disagreed on the spelling of the poet's surname or if I made a typo in transcribing from one or the other. I'll look it up eventually. In the meantime, I refuse to believe that Stopford A. Brooke and a Stopford A. Brooks are different people. I may be wrong, of course, but...

Silent sunlight dreams of sleep - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Melt on the horizon's rim - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Thread the scented paths of pine - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

On the meadow's golden breast - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Trouble knows the place - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

But not sweeter than the song - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Thirsted for a green grave - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Vanished with a gray grief - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

And sorrow grows familiar - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Raking the white spent embers - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Very bitter with the ashes - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Stooped down into the starlight - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

The eagle at the sun-gate - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

A fatal sense of blankness - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

No little token of distraction - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

No comfort in the slow farewell - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

And made her pillow sweet - Stopford A. Brooke "Song (From 'Six Days')"

Warmth within the mountain's breast - Stopford A. Brooks "The Spring of Love"

A soft impulse, a sudden dust - Stopford A. Brooks "The Spring of Love"

Fresher than a mountain stream - Stopford A. Brooks "The Spring of Love"


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Taught us to be islands - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"

How to chat with death - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"

A cry of bitter dead men - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"

Quit light for the midnight - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"

The classic quality of a star - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"

The involuntary plan - Gwendolyn Brooks "A Street in Bronzeville"

From your unfinished reach - Gwendolyn Brooks "A Street in Bronzeville"

Blessed his inclination - Gwendolyn Brooks "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith"

In a clear delirium - Gwendolyn Brooks "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith"

Meticulous and serious love - Gwendolyn Brooks "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith"

Receive the kiss of silk - Gwendolyn Brooks "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith"

In quiet arts of compromise - Gwendolyn Brooks "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith"

Aware there is winter to heed - Gwendolyn Brooks "A Sunset of the City"


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Ash tight fingers, the steel laws of fate - Paul Cameron Brown "Barbary White"

Torn from the throat of night - Paul Cameron Brown "The Bells"

Within the dash of withered bells - Paul Cameron Brown "The Bells"

In a midnight turn of the bottle - Paul Cameron Brown "Bravura"

A burning magnet on the water - Paul Cameron Brown "The Burning"

Troubled vistas blue with hegemony - Paul Cameron Brown "The Burning"

The reptile caress of empty sound - Paul Cameron Brown "Chrysalis"

Molten over toughened silken hide - Paul Cameron Brown "Chrysalis"

The white pin wheel of heat - Paul Cameron Brown "Cienfuegos"

Then melt openly into layers of fire - Paul Cameron Brown "Cienfuegos"

Stammering in the too crowded sun - Paul Cameron Brown "Clandestine Operation"

Bits of life amidst the spores of stillness - Paul Cameron Brown "Devastation"

Fledgelings in a world ill begotten - Paul Cameron Brown "The Elysian Fields"

Excludes nothing except why it was done - Paul Cameron Brown "Emptiness"

Empty warriors breakfast on lost impatience - Paul Cameron Brown "Empty Warriors"

Brambles where wasps go - Paul Cameron Brown "Fire Bush"

Into canopies through stars - Paul Cameron Brown "Fire Bush"

The breath of summer eclipsed - Paul Cameron Brown "Fortress Snow"

The transient wrappings upon our lives - Paul Cameron Brown "Fortress Snow"

The peaked remains of snow streaked sun - Paul Cameron Brown "Fortress Snow"

Clarity of the temporal fire - Paul Cameron Brown "Fortress Snow"

Fire set by the staccato of man's rhythm - Paul Cameron Brown "Fortress Snow"

Realism hastening down that leaden street - Paul Cameron Brown "The Gathering of Dead Wood"

Light dripping upon forlorn gossamer - Paul Cameron Brown "Gossamer Threads"

A glitter of awful gold steals me - Paul Cameron Brown "Green Eye Shields"

Our nights have cruel eyes - Paul Cameron Brown "Investiture"

Divested the attention of the wind - Paul Cameron Brown "Investiture"

Props to heighten necessary lies - Paul Cameron Brown "Investiture"

Serrated edge of the known world - Paul Cameron Brown "Isles and Rivulets"

Busy disguising the jaded and unproved - Paul Cameron Brown "The Keeper of the Jewel"

To cloak the sky with pillow whispers - Paul Cameron Brown "Moon Dark World"

The soft equilibrium behind laughing eyes - Paul Cameron Brown "Moon Dark World"

Scissors to open twilight - Paul Cameron Brown "Not So Much"

Breathless squadrons of Dragon Flies - Paul Cameron Brown "Orange Lichen"

Then paint the world in aperture - Paul Cameron Brown "Oriface"

Across a table top of tension - Paul Cameron Brown "Rain Film"

Rain and silence paid another call - Paul Cameron Brown "Rain Film"

The same substance that dooms the water to be - Paul Cameron Brown "Rain Film"

Dark matter & a castle of leaves - Paul Cameron Brown "Red Fox (Red Horse Lake)"

Seagulls in the fashion of summer - Paul Cameron Brown "Seagulls"

Images of what we refuse to follow - Paul Cameron Brown "Seagulls"

The mysticism of basic shadows - Paul Cameron Brown "Skootematta"

Enough wealth to dazzle a Prester John - Paul Cameron Brown "The Treasure Ships"

Midas' gold or Krupp's iron wealth secured - Paul Cameron Brown "The Treasure Ships"

A ransom parleyed agains the crowned heads of this world - Paul Cameron Brown "The Treasure Ships"

The sea, where waves act as snares - Paul Cameron Brown "Voyage"

In the train of the moon - Paul Cameron Brown "When I was a Much Younger Man"


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Better sometimes than itself - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Done with grief - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Without the common face - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Never, never have forgot themselves - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Brought to her cage - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Tormented by the quickened blood - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

In a sacrament of souls - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Aurora Leigh"

Have dried down to the root - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Change on Change"

Since these be changed since May - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Change on Change"

Thine oath that first did fail - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Change on Change"

Beyond the zenith and the slope - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Cheerfulness Taught by Reason"

Muse upon eternity's constraint - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Cheerfulness Taught by Reason"

What if the bread be bitter - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Cheerfulness Taught by Reason"

Unshod to meet the flints - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Cheerfulness Taught by Reason"

But be blessed by his peace - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Child Asleep"

For the sins of mine - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Curse for a Nation"

For this crime this is the curse - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Curse for a Nation"

Though seeing now those changes that disguise - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Dead Rose"

Judge thee most complete - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Dead Rose"

The heart does smell thee sweet - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Dead Rose"

Between the hedgerow thorns - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Dead Rose"

Lie still upon his heart--which breaks below thee - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Dead Rose"

A glorious darkness - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

A monument of anguish - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

A steadfast looking of desire - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

All your dust to dust constrain - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

And leave me to the earth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

And left your lips praying - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Assault of undeserved perdition - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Be an Idea to all souls - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Boast no more in grief - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Bold electric laughter - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Both being flawed - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Breathed among the stars - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

But only of their sin - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

By the memory of heaven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

By the truth in me - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Call your thoughts home - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Conquer me gently - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Crowd in intermingled ranks - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Cuts through the hand that wields it - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Deal more in thunders than in courtesies - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Enough is sinned and suffered - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Exiles as hopeless - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Expire at Eden's door - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Fall hot on all the hissing scorns - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Filtered through roses - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Firm as my sin - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

First forms of earth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Fluttered brokenly and grand - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

From my heart to heaven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

From the low earth round you - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Fulfil their own depletions - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Gloom seen all ages - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Glory from the mouth divine - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Growth of the ancient atoms - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Have conquered by evil - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Her fragrance shall be scornful - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Holds like mine immortal - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Hope within thee deeper than thy truth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Imminent, immoveable and dreadful - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Imperious sanctities - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In a new apocalypse of sense - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In separate courses flowing - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In spasms of awful sunshine - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In the shadow of thy change - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In transitory shapes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

In virtue of her ruin - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Into soul from sense - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Into the lap of silence - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Its lair of cloud - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Kept holy to our tears - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Left silence in the world - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Measure out the distances from good - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Most absolute in beauty - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Mute in glory - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

My sorrow crowns me - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Never stirred by rain - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

No vacant thrones in heaven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Now good for only weeping - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Of any hope beyond - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Of glory from full cups - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Of what I am and have been - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Recoil before that sorrow - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Round the passage of the fire - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Salutation from a guilty mouth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Set in crystal air - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Shades instead of stars - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Shall hear our mystic wings - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Shall hunt your lightning - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Shall neither break nor burn - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Sit down among your senses - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

So Memory follows Hope - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Soft with promise - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Some monopoly in heaven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Sowing their fiery echoes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Strength to behold Him and not worship - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Sung in more gladness - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

That scream against the thunder - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The attribute, the evidence, and end - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The cursed are in the world - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The fluent motion of delight - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The passion of our grief - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The patience of a constant hope - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The right of your own griefs - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The shadow on thy face - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The silence of my heart - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The slowest of my frosts - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The tears of my clean soul - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The visionary stairs of Time - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Thick as the watering dews of Eden - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Through eyelids shut - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Through the seams of her shaken foundations - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Through the tempestuous years - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

To feel the mystic wind - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

To read us backward - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

To suit thy empty words - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

To your weariness of nature - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Tread high as angels - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Treading down the steps of cloud - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Trod sorrow up - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Vex the desert with vain angers - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Weary after roaming - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Where the living water runs - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Which kills from ashes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Which purer worlds assemble - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Who are spirits of scorn - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With imperceptive blankness - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With lurid lights of intermittent hope - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With ragged tusks of anger - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With rebuke for the reproach - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With strangling roots - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With the fiery love of stars - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With the smoke of your fierce exultations - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With worthy acceptance of pure joy - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

With your lurid revenges - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

Half-taught in anguish - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Grief"

In loud access of shrieking and reproach - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Grief"

Monumental statue set in everlasting watch - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Grief"

Counts his dying years by sun and sea - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Love"

Love me in the lightest part - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Man's Requirements"

Love me with thy thinking soul - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Man's Requirements"

True gods sigh for the cost and pain - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Musical Instrument"

Pan, down in the reeds by the river - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Musical Instrument"

Spreading ruin and scattering ban - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Musical Instrument"

The golden lilies afloat with the dragon-fly - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Musical Instrument"

Came back to dream on the river - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Musical Instrument"

Threw a lonely shadow straight - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

To a stagnant place apart - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Or grief's fantastic whim - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Submissive to your cause - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

In all his gifts forgot - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

O distant, sinful heart - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Of his own soul afraid - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

That feared itself - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Infinite upon his finite soul - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Which cometh unaware - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Poet's Vow"

Which perished silently - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Sea-Side Walk"

By cords he cannot sever - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Sea-Side Walk"

And in the burning of the Seven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraph and Poet"

Sings upon the earth grave-riven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraph and Poet"

The universe's inward voices cry - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraph and Poet"

A brazen sound excluding others - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

A curse for all its fruit - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Alternate with wild eclipse - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

By his children's knocking - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Can find no shore - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Down their silvery glances - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Falter like a human breath - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Formless with infinity - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Heart-broke by new joy - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Heaven's own shining floor - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

In fountains of sweet sound - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Instead of downward voice - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Made holy in the taking - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

May peruse the black abyss - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Melt in tender light - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Neither keeping either under - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Never to see my heaven - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Of the storm-beaten years - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

On thrones of holy empire - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

So lost in love's supremacy - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Straining the whole horizon - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The flame perishes in thine eyes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The flood of salt curses - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The moments of thine own eternity - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The rocks of the horrid hereafter - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The songs of their desire - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The treacherous forsaking of other hearts - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

These strange contrasting glooms - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Till each astonishes the other - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Upon their burning lips a thought - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

Wild and mournful as a star - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

With strange astonished smiles - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Seraphim"

The eyes of Death are dry - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Showing How Rosalind Fared by the Keeping of the Vow"

The poet's star-tuned harp - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Sleep"

Nor the tempests bend - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet II in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Between us at the end - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet II in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Faster for the stars - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet II in Sonnets from the Portuguese

From a hundred brighter eyes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet III in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Through love’s eternity - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XIV in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Oblivion beyond memory - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XV in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Through sorrow’s trick - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XVIII in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Into our deep, dear silence - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXII in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Above the world forlorn - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXV in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Unaccomplished fate - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXV in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Glory as I dreamed - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXX in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Between sorrow and sorrow - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXXVI in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Distrusting every light - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXXVI in Sonnets from the Portuguese

A still renewable fear - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXXVI in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Witness of life’s race - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXXIX in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Death’s neighbourhood - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XXXIX in Sonnets from the Portuguese

Between my tears - Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLI in Sonnets from the Portuguese

With octaves of a mystic depth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Soul's Expression"

Step out grandly to the infinite - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Soul's Expression"

From the dark edges of the sensual ground - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Soul's Expression"

And utter all myself into the air - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Soul's Expression"

Before that dread apocalypse of soul - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Soul's Expression"

Moans defiance and answers roar for roar - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"

Miraculous thunder ran above the applauded circus - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"

Amaze the place with holier light - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"

Floats back dishevelled strength in agony - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Recognition"

Light under his eyelids - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Passing the earth's store - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

From heaven's burning rim - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Will hear no praise - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Ambitions make the world unkind - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

At the door of tearless Death - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Crowned for vanquishing - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Flung across the intervals - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Pale glitterings and fiery flakes - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Followed the dark effigies - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Whose visions were too thin - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

A thousand thoughts beneath the sun - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Not the fruit of pain - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

When the day strikes on the hearth - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Sudden as a perfect fruit - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Still smiling as she melted slow - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

A red and tender radiance - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Scarce old enough for sound - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

The step of each pure image - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"

Fear to call it loving - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Woman's Shortcomings"

Unless you can dream that his faith is fast - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Woman's Shortcomings"

Or break the sinful vow - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Words of Rosalind's Scroll"

Whose place of rest is won - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Words of Rosalind's Scroll"

When passion's course was free - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Words of Rosalind's Scroll"

A saint companionless - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "The Words of Rosalind's Scroll"

Believing for us both - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Year's Spinning"


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Snowplows etch lines in the whiteness - Sue Budin "After the Blizzard"

Tracing split rails in the snow - Sue Budin "After the Blizzard"

Struck by some forbidden intimacy - Sue Budin "Aquarium Misnomer"

Hunger still in every bite - Sue Budin "Argyria"

Like a wound healed too soon - Sue Budin "Argyria"

Objects stripped of function - Sue Budin "Art for Art's Sake"

Shadow spilling out onto the street - Sue Budin "City"

Darkness under elevated trains at noon - Sue Budin "City"

Telegraphing messages of hope - Sue Budin "City"

Those lines we think define us - Sue Budin "False Borders"

Imagined differences in terrain - Sue Budin "False Borders"

Cast its shadow across the line - Sue Budin "False Borders"

Sending love to distant towers - Sue Budin "False Borders"

Meet discomfort on the way - Sue Budin "Following the Thread"

Will blur angles of resentment - Sue Budin "Forgiveness Comes in Two Colors"

Drawn with both your arms - Sue Budin "Forgiveness Comes in Two Colors"

Streaked with the promise of rest - Sue Budin "Forgiveness Comes in Two Colors"

Hidden in spider laced crevices - Sue Budin "Gratitude"

An emptiness to be breathed into - Sue Budin "Healing with Shadows"

A seat for pain to rest in - Sue Budin "Healing with Shadows"

Each knot a way to relive the day - Sue Budin "I Dream About Weaving"

To a mind tired of loose ends - Sue Budin "I Dream About Weaving"

Bringing the the comfort of completion - Sue Budin "I Dream About Weaving"

The earth with all its jagged borders - Sue Budin "I Dream About Weaving"

Full of nothing but snow - Sue Budin "I-96, Winter"

In a hive of liquid gold - Sue Budin "Japanese Baskets"

Falling away in a hive of liquid gold - Sue Budin "Japanese Baskets"

Lumpy with guesses - Sue Budin "Jay's Room"

Where waves bring gifts of kelp - Sue Budin "Jigsaw"

The answer that balances an equation - Sue Budin "Jigsaw"

The empty space not filled - Sue Budin "Jigsaw"

The false borders of the universe - Sue Budin "Life on Mars"

The shadow of a stop sign - Sue Budin "Little Things"

Tears for the passing of winter - Sue Budin "Little Things"

Despite cold walls and roses - Sue Budin "Looking for My Brother's Grave"

Between calculus and Nietzsche - Sue Budin "Looking for My Brother's Grave"

A sky blistered with millions of stars - Sue Budin "Markers"

A flower born of rebel paths - Sue Budin "Mercury in Retrograde"

In the yellow center of the hyacinth - Sue Budin "Mercury in Retrograde"

Salt we know from tears - Sue Budin "Mouth"

Let me taste it whole - Sue Budin "Mouth"

History in jagged squares, broken lines - Sue Budin "On Beauty"

Fragments made whole in my seeing - Sue Budin "On Beauty"

Seeking nectar in a grey metropolis - Sue Budin "On Hearing of the Imminent Crash of a Satellite on Earth"

As if telling their sorrows - Sue Budin "'Passport, 1954'"

Some colors have always been illegal - Sue Budin "Passport, 1954"

Mouth so deep even the stars fall through - Sue Budin "Passport, 1954"

Dispensing with discovery - Sue Budin "Photos of My Father"

Eons of continuous eruptions - Sue Budin "La Pura Vida Revisited"

No intention but the possibility of light returning - Sue Budin "Reclamation"

Time for a posture of solitude - Sue Budin "Reclamation"

Toward the sweet scent of oncoming storm - Sue Budin "Reclamation"

Fills me like honeyed words - Sue Budin "Ripe Fruit"

Stars emerging from the centers of her eyes - Sue Budin "Sally Hawkins Speaks"

A split hair from death - Sue Budin "Spacecraft"

Where a frozen heart can melt - Sue Budin "Spacecraft"

The two sides of her heart exchanging blood - Sue Budin "Spacecraft"

Scarlet and bronze in a tired sky - Sue Budin "Sunset Over K Mart"

In the splendor of vermillion dusk - Sue Budin "Sunset Over K Mart"

Falls in the well of sound - Sue Budin "Synesthesia"

Into the liquid swell of her loneliness - Sue Budin "Synesthesia"

Brushing indigo along the wall - Sue Budin "Synesthesia"

As if completeness were perfection - Sue Budin "Totality"

The secrets that live inside us - Sue Budin "Totality"

Ghosts that leave smudges on the walls - Sue Budin "Totality"

The sun has never met its shadow - Sue Budin "Totality"

Serenades us with explosive flares - Sue Budin "Totality"

Notes from imaginary lovers - Sue Budin "Wanting"

No excuse for being a poet - Sue Budin "Wanting"


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To the ultimate dissolution of stars and suns - Gerald Bullett "Alone with these my poems..."

A moth fluttering in a waste of eternity - Gerald Bullett "Alone with these my poems..."

The fragile soul of rapture - Gerald Bullett "Ashes"

Will end in ashes and dust - Gerald Bullett "The Crucifixion"

Judged a spurious gold - Gerald Bullett "The Grudge"

With a wall of visible music - Gerald Bullett "Home"

And bear this fragile moment past - Gerald Bullett "Home"

The claws of sinister fate - Gerald Bullett "Mice"

Drinks the intoxicating skies - Gerald Bullett "The Poet"

Your gentle soul a well of beauty - Gerald Bullett "Rest"

Draw the living water of your love - Gerald Bullett "Rest"

Oblivion of my bitterness - Gerald Bullett "Rest"

Go their way like withered dreams - Gerald Bullett "The strength, the mellow music, and the laughter"


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Against a heat-storm of cicadas - Ana Božičević "About a Fish"

Outside the circles of control - Ana Božičević "About a Fish"

Learning to swim in my tears - Ana Božičević "About a Fish"

Green above and fire beneath - Ana Božičević "About Mayakovsky"

The hill's elixir at dawn - Ana Božičević "Controlling the Weather"

Like a saint returning trinkets - Ana Božičević "The Curse"

Entry barred by the paws of tigers - Ana Božičević "The Fall of Luci"

Look at the future obituaries - Ana Božičević "The Fall of Luci"

Built like stags of light - Ana Božičević "Intervals of Please"

Trying to squeeze beauty into admonishment - Ana Božičević "Intervals of Please"

Backyard overgrown with black tulips - Ana Božičević "Midnight Oil"

Steady flame in a darkened field - Ana Božičević "The Mystery of the Seagulls"

All the way to the end of tomorrow - Ana Božičević "The Mystery of the Seagulls"

Change the size of all those memories - Ana Božičević "Paris Pride Parade"

Waiting room made out of marzipan - Ana Božičević "Paris Pride Parade"

I have landscapes inside me - Ana Božičević "Paris Pride Parade"

The balance of culture and matter - Ana Božičević "Poem"

Under the mound of ciphered sunflowers - Ana Božičević "When the Dead Sing Out"


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Ambition soaring up the sky like flame - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

Breathless Victory's exultant tread - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

Toward the promise of her face - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

Gracious in decay - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

From secret hoards of scarlet - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

The living soul of ancient might - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

In this temple of green silence - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

The tribute of a nobler coin - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

Jubilant flowers and nectar-breathing fruits - Amelia Josephine Burr "In the Roman Forum"

The summer meeting of sky and sea - Amelia Josephine Burr "A Lynmouth Widow"

Wrought to a mutual blueness - Amelia Josephine Burr "Perugia"

The sigh of such labor - Amelia Josephine Burr "Perugia"

On a background of bells - Amelia Josephine Burr "Perugia"

Through the silver-pure hours - Amelia Josephine Burr "Perugia"

To the rims of the sky - Amelia Josephine Burr "Perugia"


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Mermaids laughing off their tantrums - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

Coral chime from coral steeple - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

Intermittent deep-sea bells - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

In a house of earth's own granite - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

With every twig and twist of Spring - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

Filled each leafy vein with dew - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

The straining sails of unimpeded ships - Witter Bynner "Grieve not for Beauty"

Hailed the purple robe of air - Witter Bynner "The Last Words of Tolstoi"

Who own the mantle of the sky - Witter Bynner "The Last Words of Tolstoi"

Silence alone wears majesty - Witter Bynner "The Last Words of Tolstoi"

By seven vineyards on one hill - Witter Bynner "The Mystic"

Uplifted till we touch a star - Witter Bynner "The New World I"

With particular and unkind preference - Witter Bynner "The New World I"

Set a bar to strangers - Witter Bynner "The New World I"

And oceans echoed glories in her ear - Witter Bynner "The New World I"

From all the bitter corners of the earth - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

Consoled by a continent as wide - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

With keen and accurate advance - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

In one mingled soul reside - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

Their unnumbered and forgotten faces - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

No other ship among the stars - Witter Bynner "The New World II"

Held a golden cup and tasted rust - Witter Bynner "The New World III"

Build and share a tenement of stars - Witter Bynner "The New World III"

By tying torches to a wheel - Witter Bynner "The New World IV"

Pitched her purple tents in Rome - Witter Bynner "The New World V"

A rod of fire in her hand - Witter Bynner "The New World V"

All the cunning coil of trade - Witter Bynner "The New World V"

The orbit of this troubled star - Witter Bynner "The New World V"

Taking his high inheritance - Witter Bynner "The New World V"

A deluded wakeful thrush - Witter Bynner "The New World VII"

Opens a thousand windows into one - Witter Bynner "The New World VII"

On a path where thrushes wake - Witter Bynner "The New World VII"

The trees translating unremembered memories - Witter Bynner "The New World VII"

At the end of a corrupting calm - Witter Bynner "The New World VIII"

Birches white before the moon - Witter Bynner "The New World VIII"

That buys pennies from time - Witter Bynner "The New World VIII"

Release from every petty debt - Witter Bynner "The New World IX"

A great impassable gate of tumult - Witter Bynner "The New World IX"

The many whispers before rain - Witter Bynner "The New World IX"

Singing among the oak-leaves - Witter Bynner "The New World IX"

Under the pure sequestering snow - Witter Bynner "Passing Near"

Under the shadow of a thrust - Witter Bynner "Passing Near"

To song and silence blending - Witter Bynner "The Robin"

A sudden comprehending - Witter Bynner "The Robin"

The utmost of his simple art - Witter Bynner "The Robin"

With every mortal token of our trust - Witter Bynner "Surety"

Flushed from a fairy flagon - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"

Letting trouble trundle by - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"

The time for apple hunger - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"

Laden with some dead woman's tears - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"

Leaves no rest to the heart - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"


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Heavenly blessings without number - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

The torches of memory shine - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

Who come round our hearthstone - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

On the pinions of memory - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

In life's book of years - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

The stars of God's mercies - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

Life's mingled lights and shadows - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"

The summit of life's shadowed hill - Mary D. Brine "Grandma's Memories"


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Searching for an anchor - Julie Byrne "All the Land Glimmered Beneath"

I called you so late - Julie Byrne "All the Land Glimmered Beneath"

Know a truer time - Julie Byrne "All the Land Glimmered Beneath"

I was in my heart - Julie Byrne "All the Land Glimmered Beneath"

And beyond all fear - Julie Byrne "Follow My Voice"

Your eyes are breathing - Julie Byrne "Follow My Voice"

Made to be alone - Julie Byrne "Follow My Voice"

Nowhere close to forgiving - Julie Byrne "I Live Now as a Singer"

Near the edge of your mystery - Julie Byrne "I Live Now as a Singer"

All thought of endeavor - Julie Byrne "Melting Grid"

Forgot the nature of dawn - Julie Byrne "Melting Grid"

Stars from a back porch - Julie Byrne "Natural Blue"

And the stars are well - Julie Byrne "The Sea as it Glides"

In the singing of the bread - Julie Byrne "The Singing of the Bread"

The warmest days of our love - Julie Byrne "The Singing of the Bread"

When truth was will - Julie Byrne "The Singing of the Bread"

Short as a breath half taken - Julie Byrne "The Singing of the Bread"

With those I never succeeded to love - Julie Byrne "Sleepwalker"

Accustomed to that solitude - Julie Byrne "Sleepwalker"

Carried no key - Julie Byrne "Sleepwalker"

Only in service of my dreams - Julie Byrne "Sleepwalker"


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Numbness is a quiet fire - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

Grew wedded to their unseen galaxy - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

A hundred different ways to wander off - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

This other species of grief - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

Carry a bloodmap for a lost country - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

Where the forgetting cuts a road - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

Falling is the consequence of gravity - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Aftermath"

From the ashes of the next-best-thing - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

A wrecked and empty nest - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

A place the birds made for someone else - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

A place only forgotten animals tread - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

What all lost letters mean - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

Human constellations cut into the ceiling - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

Grief borne out under whittled stars - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Operating Room"

Somewhere past the map's rough edge - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

Navigate by lantern light and dust - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

Spread ourselves thin and far - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

A garden of twined scars - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

The river we can't outrun - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

Scraps of fabricated sky - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

The earth and silt our names become - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

Error, element, and remedy - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

In the rubble of a fallen bridge - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Pre-Op Holding Room"

Another door the world slams shut - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"

Whose tongues learn first to cry - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"

Along the edge of winter - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"

Change a shape by looking - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"

Built up soundless overnight - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"

Before tornadoes whistle damage down - Molly McCully Brown and Susannah Nevison "Recovery"


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Haunting the tides of Time - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

Echoes that throng the air - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

Or dark with sublime despair - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

That swirls in cavernous black - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

Vibrant with uttermost dread - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

Marches with wind and tide - May Byron "Sea-Ghosts"

The uttermost ridge of dusk - Mary C.G. Byron "The Tryst of the Night (M. C. Gillington)"

Called through the shadow-swept air - Mary C.G. Byron "The Tryst of the Night (M. C. Gillington)"

And the great tides roared, assembling - Mary C.G. Byron "The Tryst of the Night (M. C. Gillington)"


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Visible silence hanging in November winds - Anthony Butts "All Saints' Day"

That nighttime brigade of ghosts now laid to rest - Anthony Butts "All Saints' Day"

The gaudy calliope of the mind - Anthony Butts "All Saints' Day"

Somber is the sound the heart makes - Anthony Butts "All Saints' Day"

The only refuge of microscopic particles - Anthony Butts "Apogee"

An apogee to the heart - Anthony Butts "Apogee"

A mind of two halves - Anthony Butts "Before Autumn"

This wilderness set out for me - Anthony Butts "Before Autumn"

Hangs crystalline on pillows of wind - Anthony Butts "Crystalline"

Crystalline before November sun - Anthony Butts "The Distance from Here to There"

A galaxy of delight and sorrow - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Within its field of lament - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Wishing for a more telescopic vision - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

The harvest moon like some interloper - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Clothed in the gray of November - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Their palms like a hundred hands of fate - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Swooping over the door to Tartarus - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Like stars rushing toward destruction - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

The Lady of the Lake presiding over the bridge - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Taking an accounting of the earth below - Anthony Butts "Eight Modes toward Desire"

Chasms hidden between words - Anthony Butts "Embers"

Steadfast as midnight leaves - Anthony Butts "Embers"

The photonegative of despair - Anthony Butts "Embers"

White crosses grow larger in their trinities - Anthony Butts "Intercession to Saint Brigid"

A labyrinth of sound and sight - Anthony Butts "Intercession to Saint Brigid"

October like midnight of the mind - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

The darkened light ecstatic - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

Witches chasing down shadows - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

The next house made of papier-mache - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

When rain falls like cold missiles - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

The cold objectivity of autumn sun - Anthony Butts "The Landscape for Growth"

In the thin places of contentment - Anthony Butts "Lessons in Nostalgia"

Into their own constituency of promise - Anthony Butts "Mist and Fog"

A sustaining memory of more than luck - Anthony Butts "Mist and Fog"

Words bending thoughts like light - Anthony Butts "Mist and Fog"

Candy for the psyche - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

Rough-hewn hours of practice and malcontent - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

As pure, as metallic as ice - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

The most forbidden of sweets - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

Sky knows more than Earth will tell - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

The last sentimental cricket inching home - Anthony Butts "Song of Earth and Sky"

Long enough for discord to set in - Anthony Butts "Song of Starry-Eyed Children"

Not the darkest one I know - Anthony Butts "Song of Starry-Eyed Children"

The Goddess of Numbers multiplying into dawn's light - Anthony Butts "Song of Starry-Eyed Children"

Each stride like a mathematics toward desire - Anthony Butts "Thin Places"

Calm world of zeroes invisible - Anthony Butts "Thin Places"

Moves as if assisted by thunder - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

Alone in this thin place of existence - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

Lined with the silk of our dreams - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

The handmaidens of circumstance - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

The bridegrooms of desire - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

As resistant to focus as the gnat flitting - Anthony Butts "Triptych"

Alone in the silence of disbelief - Anthony Butts "Voices' End"

Languages in verse and note - Anthony Butts "Voices' End"

Tuned to the frequency of longing - Anthony Butts "Voices' End"

A currency of loss and redemption - Anthony Butts "Wise and Innocent"


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Just experience, mixed with blood - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Too difficult to be vulnerable - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

And birth our anger in secret - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Not alone in your truths - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Transient in my existence - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Grieve every word lost - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

An incarnation of grandmothers past - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

A metropolis of memories - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

A city polluted by the past - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Always on the cusp of revolution - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

The creeping barrage of occupation - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

My mother's blood and my father's name - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Learn how to swallow back oceans - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Built your bones out of air and hurt - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Even their ghosts have baggage - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Over years of my stagnant dreams - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Wore pieces of my personal sun - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

In the mathematics of his existence - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Measured by his steady midnight breathing - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Steal silver away from the moon - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Like a midnight in August - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

The softness of a trillion purple skies - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Untuck the universe from my waist - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

You deserve a piece of sky - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"

Washed themselves in salted rivers - Key Ballah "Skin & Sun"


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Until they kissed their souls away - Clive Bell "December"

Dear and desperate doubter - Clive Bell "The Last Infirmity"

Tried tales and trusted sorceries - Clive Bell "The Last Infirmity"

The last word of a thousand years - Clive Bell "The Last Infirmity"

Versailles half expressed - Clive Bell "The Last Infirmity"

Strange and ghastly winds - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Sensible as Sancho Panza - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Passed the gates of bronze - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Came to gates of crystal - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Accompanied by knights and squires - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Here until the crack of doom - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Wit and wine and all delights - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Rivers under ancient walls flowing - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Hold the odds not small - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

In a matter so obscure - Clive Bell "The Legend of Monte della Sibilla"

Matching music with the weather - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady I"

A riddle basking under its marble - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady I"

Ecstasies on paper wings - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady II"

Agonies that end in laughter - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady II"

To revel in the viola and violin - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady II"

Expressly charged to mock the great - Clive Bell "Letter to a Lady II"

Snare the dream of a violet - Clive Bell "March"

Persuade the squirrels to teach me - Clive Bell "March"

Secrets that only the lilacs know - Clive Bell "March"

Through mazes to higher ground - Clive Bell "To A.V.S. with a Book"

To explore the sky-bound marches - Clive Bell "To A.V.S. with a Book"

The mind's last symbol - Clive Bell "To A.V.S. with a Book"

The cypress shadows creeping - Clive Bell "To A.V.S. with a Book"

Ariel's whims embodied - Clive Bell "To Lopokova Dancing"

Playfulness Mozart forgot to score - Clive Bell "To Lopokova Dancing"


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Our soul wings have been bound - Ardelia Maria Barton "All Life Hath Soul"

Culled from out Life's forest - Ardelia Maria Barton "Autumn"

To meet the sun-god's call - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Awakening of the Lilies"

Tears of sorrow for the summer - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Dead Summer"

Troubled at summer's death - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Dead Summer"

The burdens of life's yesterday - Ardelia Maria Barton "Do Not Borrow Trouble"

Look for grief tomorrow - Ardelia Maria Barton "Do Not Borrow Trouble"

Peace with no alloy - Ardelia Maria Barton "Dreamland"

Its soul goes forth in anthems - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Flower's Prayer for Immortality"

And, dying, sings a hymn - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Flower's Prayer for Immortality"

Bequeathed to it the dewdrops - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Flower's Prayer for Immortality"

Longs to soar to heaven - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Flower's Prayer for Immortality"

Free from error's chain - Ardelia Maria Barton "Freedom"

Ghosts of other years - Ardelia Maria Barton "Ghosts of the Attic"

Build above the stars - Ardelia Maria Barton "Let Us Build Above the Stars"

Who march to a weird threnody - Ardelia Maria Barton "Life's Music"

Traced with most infinite skill - Ardelia Maria Barton "Life's Plan"

In their gardens grow the rue - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Garden"

Will hide the thorns with roses - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Garland"

May harvest richest blessings - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Garland"

No rare jewels to give thee - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Offering"

Clasp hands in confidence - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Path"

The deepest notes of life - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Song"

When proud Fame entices - Ardelia Maria Barton "Love's Song"

A crownless king laid low - Ardelia Maria Barton "Man Defying the Dying Sun"

All heedless he of my distress - Ardelia Maria Barton "Meridian"

Cannot take up stitches dropped - Ardelia Maria Barton "Meridian"

A thread in Nature's web - Ardelia Maria Barton "Nature's Plan"

The fabric most imperfect - Ardelia Maria Barton "Nature's Plan"

A stone the builder needs - Ardelia Maria Barton "Nature's Plan"

But weeds, in time, are flowers - Ardelia Maria Barton "Nature's Plan"

A pebble on the shore of time - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Pebble's Soliloquy"

No greater in the heavens - Ardelia Maria Barton "A Prayer"

Gathering sweetness for the future - Ardelia Maria Barton "Reverie"

Growing in the garden of Despair - Ardelia Maria Barton "Seek for the Good in Life"

Equipped to meet the coming gale - Ardelia Maria Barton "Tide Waits for No Man"

Among the stars to plough - Ardelia Maria Barton "To a Comet"

Pearls strung on Life's chain - Ardelia Maria Barton "To a Friend on Her Birthday"

To flowers of thought most deep - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Water Spirit"

Unless you pray to Neptune - Ardelia Maria Barton "The Water Spirit"

A sweet flower for the bee - Ardelia Maria Barton "We Know What the Harvest Will Be"

Do not delay my tide - Ardelia Maria Barton "What Is the Future of the Race?"

Go ask the sphinx, perhaps she knows - Ardelia Maria Barton "What Is the Future of the Race?"

And by phantoms shall be haunted - Ardelia Maria Barton "What Will the Harvest Be?"

For all the buried yesterdays - Ardelia Maria Barton "Yesterdays"


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Freed from recent vows - Robert Bloomfield "Abner and the Widow Jones"

And fairy visions dancing by - Robert Bloomfield "Barnham Water"

Glided like the weary dove - Robert Bloomfield "Barnham Water"

On a slope of burning sand - Robert Bloomfield "Barnham Water"

His thoughts abroad without control - Robert Bloomfield "The Broken Crutch"

Cut away ten thousand oaths and vows - Robert Bloomfield "The Broken Crutch"

And undermine the willows in its way - Robert Bloomfield "The Broken Crutch"

Elms grew round his moated mansion - Robert Bloomfield "The Broken Crutch"

The first cuckoos that proclaim the spring - Robert Bloomfield "The Broken Crutch"

This work of bitterness begun - Robert Bloomfield "Good Tidings or, News from the Farm"

This dagger of a question meets - Robert Bloomfield "Good Tidings or, News from the Farm"

Whose souls abroad take wing - Robert Bloomfield "Good Tidings or, News from the Farm"

Divest this demon of his power - Robert Bloomfield "Good Tidings or, News from the Farm"

No power below the skies - Robert Bloomfield "Good Tidings or, News from the Farm"

Never turn a sharp knife's edge - Robert Bloomfield "The Horkey"

Last of the whole year's crop - Robert Bloomfield "The Horkey"

Thus Time knits or spins - Robert Bloomfield "The Horkey"

Thus I prove as years increase - Robert Bloomfield "Love of the Country"

Rapture's gushing tears descend - Robert Bloomfield "Love of the Country"

Moral Truth's unerring friend - Robert Bloomfield "Love of the Country"

Fountain of blessings yet untold - Robert Bloomfield "Love of the Country"

And morning silence bring to life - Robert Bloomfield "Love of the Country"

November's fogs oppress my brain - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Bids the stream of passion stand - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Calmly wait the hour of his decay - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Scoffs and doubts and obstacles - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Wild and brief as cowslips - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Not a thought of winter's rent - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

And dance beneath my diadem - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Midnight darkness, crimes, and blood - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Share the feast and drink his ale - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Forth came the conquering sun - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

And fenced him round with cans - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

A sky-lark in his strength upsprung - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Rich the crops that fall - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Freezing mist round intellectual mirth - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Spell-bound vagabond of spurious birth - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Who first would pay in rhymes instead - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

The hieroglyphics of his leisure hours - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Light of heart and light of heel - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

And threading all the mazes of the crowd - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

The changeful hours of daylight - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

A single rose upon a wand - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Though the tyrant passions strive - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Invitation"

Indulgence like a mildew reigns - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: Alfred and Jennet"

Founded on the practice of the hour - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: Alfred and Jennet"

Proved unworthy of his prize - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Drunken Father"

A meteor glanced along the cloud - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Drunken Father"

The owl that silent flits - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

The hare that feeds at eventide - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Heard the fox bark through the night - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Saw the rooks depart at morn - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

The wild deer dancing light - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Fawn as white as mountain snow - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

The timid deer in squadrons came - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

In his root's deep cavern housed - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Provoked its million tears and sighs - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

A nation wept its fallen flowers - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Wild herds when they bellow loud - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

That terror seized on all that fly - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Forester"

Where grief alone would kill - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: Rosamund's Song of Hope"

In infinite thousands the fairies arose - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Shepherd's Dream"

A robin on the threshold - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Soldier's Home"

That threw their diamond sunlight - Robert Bloomfield "May-Day With the Muses: The Soldier's Home"

June's dark south-west gale - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

Gilds the fox-glove's pendant bells - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

Wisdom marks the lapse of time - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

Keep the throne of Reason clear - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

And cherish life's rekindling fire - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

To rest where pebbles form my bed - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

In varying millions round my head - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

With more of industry and fire - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

The loud torrent's dark retreat - Robert Bloomfield "Shooter's Hill"

With expectation's fire elate - Robert Bloomfield "To My Old Oak Table"

The midnight murmur of the cradle - Robert Bloomfield "To My Old Oak Table"

Whisper'd sorrows and ten thousand sighs - Robert Bloomfield "To My Old Oak Table"

And Griefs without a name - Robert Bloomfield "To My Old Oak Table"

To whom a guinea is a grain of sand - Robert Bloomfield "To My Old Oak Table"

To smile at the sound of the fiddle - Robert Bloomfield "A Visit to Renelagh"

Blue fires like a rain - Robert Bloomfield "A Visit to Renelagh"

Peeps from the skirt of the wood - Robert Bloomfield "The Woodland Hallo"


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Sung sweet beneath the coming dawn - Jari Bradley "Boihood"

Whispers in an undisclosed room - Jari Bradley "Unruly"

Amid the promise of perish - Jari Bradley "Unruly"

Inverted toward grace - Jari Bradley "Unruly"

Loud notes against the night - Jari Bradley "Unruly"


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Of fairy frame and willing wings - Cora C. Bass "Another Day"

Pierced the pitying sky - Cora C. Bass "The Battle of Bunker Hill"

The star of hope eclipse - Cora C. Bass "The Battle of Bunker Hill"

Too often yield to chance - Cora C. Bass "Be Faithful"

Thirty summers Neptune's bride - Cora C. Bass "Blessed Was the Name She Bore"

Chill not the heart that trusts thee - Cora C. Bass "Chill Not the Heart that Trusts Thee"

Sacred is the trust of faith - Cora C. Bass "Chill Not the Heart that Trusts Thee"

Truth's eagle glance - Cora C. Bass "Chill Not the Heart that Trusts Thee"

When tempests of sorrow were shrouding the sky - Cora C. Bass "Comrades"

The fearless rush to conquer - Cora C. Bass "Dead on the Field of Battle"

A ransom for the flag he holds - Cora C. Bass "Dead on the Field of Battle"

Let patient mourners weep - Cora C. Bass "Dead on the Field of Battle"

'neath a tender southern sky - Cora C. Bass "Dead on the Field of Battle"

The desolate tracks of the soul - Cora C. Bass "Do Not Say That the World Is Cold"

Is hid by turning aside - Cora C. Bass "Do Not Say That the World Is Cold"

With matchless brilliance burn - Cora C. Bass "Even-tide"

To crown the brow of day - Cora C. Bass "Even-tide"

Tranquil fields in living glory - Cora C. Bass "Even-tide"

Unsubdued by doubts and fears - Cora C. Bass "Freedom's Son"

The wide-sweeping meadows of truth - Cora C. Bass "The Future"

Trod the world's wild maze - Cora C. Bass "A Gift"

On echo's pinions - Cora C. Bass "The Glorious Fourth"

To move the stumbling stone - Cora C. Bass "Is There Not Something We Can Do?"

The circuit of earth and or air - Cora C. Bass "Joy"

The wide sweeping sea of unrest - Cora C. Bass "Laugh and Be Happy"

Dons her star-encrusted veil - Cora C. Bass "Life's Temple"

Where rue displaced the rose - Cora C. Bass "Light"

That have sanctified the past - Cora C. Bass "Listen, Comrades"

Though storms prevail and foes beset - Cora C. Bass "Living for Others"

Hope spreads her airy pinions - Cora C. Bass "Longest Lanes Must Have a Turning"

To rest his raptured wings - Cora C. Bass "The Lord Will Provide"

Even over echo's soft retreat - Cora C. Bass "May"

As on zephyr wing the summons came - Cora C. Bass "May"

Gather by the sacred dust - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Day"

The blessing kind nature bestows - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Poem"

Brave as a lion at bay - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Poem"

Thrice holy the record - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Poem"

The blood written record of deeds - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Poem"

Neither peril nor passion intrude - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Poem"

Upon the altar stone of truth - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Song"

To kindle treason's funeral pyre - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Song"

Like angel whispers floating by - Cora C. Bass "Memorial Song"

Winter holds his solitary sway - Cora C. Bass "'Mid Eternal Snow"

A sleeping avalanche beneath - Cora C. Bass "'Mid Eternal Snow"

The royal conquest of the dawn - Cora C. Bass "'Mid Eternal Snow"

Upon the dappled curtain of the sky - Cora C. Bass "'Mid Eternal Snow"

Fragrant as the flowers of the May - Cora C. Bass "The Missing Path"

A gentle word in sorrow's ear - Cora C. Bass "No Blessing Ever Comes by Chance"

While even seraphs bend the knee - Cora C. Bass "Old Year, Adieu"

Flee upon the pinions of a song - Cora C. Bass "Old Year, Adieu"

The waters lift impulsive arms - Cora C. Bass "Our River"

Deft carriers of mysterious things - Cora C. Bass "Ours Is the Choice"

And make the true heart bold - Cora C. Bass "Ours Is the Choice"

Each silent voice we miss - Cora C. Bass "The Perfect Song"

Seething waves of trouble roll - Cora C. Bass "Press On"

Upon a good foundation based - Cora C. Bass "Press On"

Imprint their glory on the sky - Cora C. Bass "Ring Busy Bells"

As nectar to the heart - Cora C. Bass "Santa's Coming"

As darkness coils around our rugged path - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

How grand the march majestic - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

Grim display of rain and hail - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

A rainbow plumed for flight - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

Lies wrapped in golden glory - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

Where love anxious waits - Cora C. Bass "Sea and Cliff"

Bells that with bewitching chime - Cora C. Bass "A Song to the Zephyr"

Pealing down the vale of time - Cora C. Bass "A Song to the Zephyr"

Till liquid sweetness stirs the air - Cora C. Bass "A Song to the Zephyr"

The image of that bliss to paint - Cora C. Bass "A Song to the Zephyr"

Their lofty domes are sweet - Cora C. Bass "Spare the Trees"

Throw down the pruning axe - Cora C. Bass "Spare the Trees"

Winter's sleep on gauzy wing - Cora C. Bass "Spring"

Read the future by the past - Cora C. Bass "The Sum of Life"

At the portals of the west - Cora C. Bass "Sunset"

Sailing on with our colors furled - Cora C. Bass "Sunshine"

Many times on blissful heights - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

Memory's chorus smoothly chimes - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

A rhythmic measure's mellow flow - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

Unchecked by peril, unawed by fear - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

The tempest's wrathful fingers rend - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

Hope's tortured sails and doubts - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

Threading the world's delusive maze - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

A dreary medley of weary days - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

Journey in kindred ways - Cora C. Bass "Thoughts of You"

No jot of strength abating - Cora C. Bass "To-day and To-morrow"

His vigilance for once relaxed - Cora C. Bass "Washington"

Faced a bank of gloom - Cora C. Bass "Washington"

Buffeted by the waves of chance - Cora C. Bass "The Waves of Chance"

Sail the sea of circumstance - Cora C. Bass "The Waves of Chance"

The bold demand of Time - Cora C. Bass "Where Passaconaway Was Wont to Stand"

Striking off the icy chain - Cora C. Bass "Who Is This So Loved of Yore?"

Nature's honeyed chalice - Cora C. Bass "The Worker Bee"


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The larks their matins raised - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

Vanished in the blaze of day - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

Arrayed in velvet plumage - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

That pure bread which cheers the soul - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

Follow him to Canaan's shore - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

A flood of trembling light - Patrick Bronte "The Happy Cottagers"

Escaped from the pitiless storm - Patrick Bronte "The Irish Cabin"

Feed the moths and wasting dews - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

Blows her sinking flame - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

To hear the angry surges roar - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

Resolved eternal war to wage - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

The eyes in terrors dressed - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

A prey to quenchless flame - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

Emerged from the ocean of night - Patrick Bronte "The Rainbow"

Collected in Time's glass - Patrick Bronte "Verses Sent to a Lady on Her Birthday"

The doors of mercy to unfold - Patrick Bronte "Winter-Night Meditations"

The dangers of the troubled deep - Patrick Bronte "Winter-Night Meditations"

The winds in wild distraction rave - Patrick Bronte "Winter-Night Meditations"

With iron sceptre rules the year - Patrick Bronte "Winter-Night Meditations"


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Whose dead sceptre conquers time - Craven Langstroth Betts "In Memorium"

The storied chords of that clear harp - Craven Langstroth Betts "In Memorium"

What an arsenal of shining tools - Craven Langstroth Betts "Pope"

Forceful measures in a narrow place - Craven Langstroth Betts "Pope"

Brightest three leaved bay - Craven Langstroth Betts "Pope"


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Folded into the violence of blueberries - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

Dying sugars of once growing fruit - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

Interrupted by minor collisions - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

Partitions of distance and judgment lapse - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

Lapse into surreptitious mist - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

In the smallest fleck of imagination - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

New persistence flexing in a crucible - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

The steady scruff of sandpaper graded routine - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"

Small map unfolding a globe - Tara Betts "Untitled for a Reason"


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We gather thorns enough - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

That grieving is unkind - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

And fling your cares behind - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

Breathes upon a seraph's lyre - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

The ills that to the earth belong - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

One holy dream of rapture - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"

And twist it into rhyme - William Thompson Bacon "Pen and Ink"


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Splendors trench on narrow lanes - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

Brimming every traveller's eyes - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

To disappointment's sudden darkness wanes - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

Built on Moscow's plan - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

Make my approaches wisely - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

Where all is high and vast - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"

Let glory light my face - Charlotte Fiske Bates "On a Noble Character Marred by Littleness"


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Art bursting from forces in sight - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

The tamed element which revolts in cries - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

The palaces of doubt and silence - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

Under her jets of vapor - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

With her network of iron - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

The mad and whirling suns of the searchlights - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

Beauty of brass, beauty of fire - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

Conquered heaven in spirals of pride - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien

Under their sheaves of lightnings - Nicolas Beauduin "The New Beauty" transl. by Edward J. O'Brien


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Raucous and willful, loud as thunder - Remica Bingham-Risher "Interrogation Suite: Where did you come from/how did you arrive?"

Pass through bodies like summer heat - Remica Bingham-Risher "Interrogation Suite: Where did you come from/how did you arrive?"

Entered the world a burning storm - Remica Bingham-Risher "Interrogation Suite: Where did you come from/how did you arrive?"

Love my lost convention - Remica Bingham-Risher "The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. 'across the surface of my studied speech'"

Progress is a blacklist - Remica Bingham-Risher "The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. 'across the surface of my studied speech'"

Your voice: an afterlife - Remica Bingham-Risher "The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. 'across the surface of my studied speech'"


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Refrain from the unholy pleasure - Hilaire Belloc "The Bad Children's Book of Beasts: Dedication"

A tiger well repay the trouble and expense - Hilaire Belloc "The Bad Children's Book of Beasts: The Tiger"

Shoot the hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum - Hilaire Belloc "The Bad Children's Book of Beasts: The Hippopotamus"

Angels brought Him toys of gold - Hilaire Belloc "The Birds"

And Courtesy was in them all - Hilaire Belloc "Courtesy"

The quiet evening kept her tryst - Hilaire Belloc "Dedicatory Ode"

A hundred little towns of stone - Hilaire Belloc "Dedicatory Ode"

Spirits that call and no one answers - Hilaire Belloc "Hannaker Mill (1913)"

The keys of all the doors of sleep - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"

That chant the dead day's requiem - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"

Fold your great wings about my face - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"

And cheat me with your false delight - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"

The Voids of Hell expand - Hilaire Belloc "The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening"

The rocks have evil faces - Hilaire Belloc "The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening"

Strong friend of souls - Hilaire Belloc "The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening"

Redeem me from accursed ground - Hilaire Belloc "The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening"

The long descent of wasted days - Hilaire Belloc "The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening"

A lost thing could I never find - Hilaire Belloc "The South Country"

Nor a broken thing mend - Hilaire Belloc "The South Country"


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Climbed to the feet of God - Robert Hugh Benson "After a Retreat"

Heard the Angel-trumpets cry - Robert Hugh Benson "After a Retreat"

And rippling harps reply - Robert Hugh Benson "After a Retreat"

From the Throne of flame - Robert Hugh Benson "After a Retreat"

The twilight of our mysteries - Robert Hugh Benson "The Teresian Contemplative"

Sinks in roaring voids of night - Robert Hugh Benson "The Teresian Contemplative"

The burden of our fall - Robert Hugh Benson "The Teresian Contemplative"

On her breaks the lightning - Robert Hugh Benson "The Teresian Contemplative"


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Her wild mantle on the hawthorn-tree - Wilfrid Blunt "A Day in Sussex"

A heaven taken by storm - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "The Desolate City"

Who no traitor word know - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"

The record of a blameless day - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"

Clothed in high chastity - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"

Yet this heart unwise - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"

Bruised in Thy service - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"

My heart no measure knows - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "Song"

Would borrow thy sad weeds - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "Song"


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Weary of wasting strife - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"

Only the dead were wise - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"

A dream of scornful pride - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"

A mystic echo of comfort - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"

Over infinite fields of space - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"


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Slips from presence to memory - Joshua Bennett "Aubade with Insomnia"

The unrestrained fleet of bone - Joshua Bennett "Clench"

Swinging darkness into song - Joshua Bennett "Dad Poem (Ultrasound #2)"

Take my cue from the blizzard - Joshua Bennett "First Date"

Give myself away in shards - Joshua Bennett "First Date"

Shining bright as Lucifer's waistcoat - Joshua Bennett "First Date"

A leviathan with no proper name - Joshua Bennett "In Defense of Henry Box Brown"

Sharp enough to cut bone & soul - Joshua Bennett "Invocation"

The waltz of iron and wood - Joshua Bennett "Ode to the Equipment Manager"

A hunter made entirely of oil - Joshua Bennett "Ode to the Mascot"

The way anything buried aspires - Joshua Bennett "On Blueness"

When the law leaves a dream gutted - Joshua Bennett "On Blueness"

What is sureness to the shoreless - Joshua Bennett "On Flesh"

Melt into mad, wet math - Joshua Bennett "On Flesh"

A turf war with time - Joshua Bennett "On Flesh"

In this house of lightning & dust - Joshua Bennett "On Flesh"

This is how the hunted persist - Joshua Bennett "The Order of Things"

Of blood & saltwater prayer - Joshua Bennett "Praise House"

Toward the chaos he brought - Joshua Bennett "Praise Song for the Table in the Cafeteria Where All the Black Boys Sat Together During a Block, Laughing too Loudly"

The implicit sweetness of speed - Joshua Bennett "Preface to a Twenty-Volume Regicide Note"

Faded into amber & archive - Joshua Bennett "The Sobbing School"

Like forgetting the face of the sea - Joshua Bennett "Still Life with Little Brother"

A more perfect name for water - Joshua Bennett "Still Life with Little Brother"

Quelling all prior conflict - Joshua Bennett "Teacher's Aide"

Lying to my escapist heart - Joshua Bennett "VCR&B"

Within your body's bladed frame - Joshua Bennett "X"

Every algorithm's heartbeat - Joshua Bennett "X"

All adjacent quantities bloom - Joshua Bennett "X"


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As they sipped from a dwindling supply of absinthe - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Words tumbling from absent-minded lips - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

A partisan witness to the uneasy union of life and loss - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

We have already outlasted the others - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Slow moving fever that clouds the minds - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Among the cool planets, all uninhabitable - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

The spectacle of stars turning in on themselves - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

The desperate dance that signifies a loss too great to name - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Will keep the reality wolves at bay - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Our artifacts have become relics - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

We lie in the shadow of a future we cannot name - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

A round breath of hope keeping cover - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Among our carefully preserved detritus - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

With the queer light of a star's final gasp - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Forced us into our current state of ambivalence - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

When the end comes, we hold a beginning in our hands - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Will circumvent innumerable years of blank infinity - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Erupting with the self-assurance of the new - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

That faint, persistent whisper that drives one to speak - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

That compels us to answer the questions it asks - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

Coaxing a new seed into existence - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"

A question we don't dare to ask - Abbi Ball "The Big Bang Cycle"


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Smashing clocks on the roof - William Brewer "Against Enabling"

Thunderheads cracking their knuckles - William Brewer "Against Enabling"

The song of a cello played by flame - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Barges spinning on a mud-sick river - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Your faithful rise like locusts - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

The burnt edge of an unfinished history - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Will discover as quicksilver - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Exhaling with an arsonist's guilt - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Like flies made of crystal - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Begetting the absence of light - William Brewer "Clean Days in Oxyana"

An emperor of element - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Crafting my labyrinth as demanded - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

The only maze I haven't built myself - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Gave out petals inked with curses - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Fixed on scraping out my veins - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

So easy to surrender - William Brewer "Debris"

In the slow braid of a dream - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

Without the help of time - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

With the waves' jade coaxing - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

The first rain to break a dry spell - William Brewer "Dog Days"

Hold only empty names - William Brewer "Explanation of Matter in Oxyana"

Names are only ever glass - William Brewer "Explanation of Matter in Oxyana"

Walked invisible through a human midnight - William Brewer "The Good News"

Turning like the hinge of hours - William Brewer "The Good News"

The sky of ten thousand apologies - William Brewer "The Good News"

Its temple of otherlight and salt - William Brewer "Halfway House Diary"

Washing over the voiceless stones - William Brewer "Halfway House Diary"

The familiar scent of bonfires - William Brewer "Housesitting"

Fragrance of the dying season - William Brewer "Housesitting"

With the grey alphabet of pigeons - William Brewer "In the New World"

Against the dashboard of stars - William Brewer "In the Room of the Overdosed, an Ember"

Stitching the wings of your ghost - William Brewer "In the Room of the Overdosed, an Ember"

So I can know whose names they're singing - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

The month that tears itself apart - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

When the dark makes its largest sound - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

That slaughterhouse of light - William Brewer "The Messenger of Oxyana"

Ask the honest cold how - William Brewer "The Messenger of Oxyana"

The image every portrait mourns - William Brewer "My Somniloquist"

Wind through the tree of what I mean - William Brewer "My Somniloquist"

Suspect of easy heavens - William Brewer "Ode to Suboxone"

From the paste and paper of myself - William Brewer "Ode to Suboxone"

So altered by light - William Brewer "Overdose Psalm"

Like all terrible truths - William Brewer "Overdose Psalm"

The long winter descending on your soul - William Brewer "Oxy 40"

The fog strangled mornings of March - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Wrestled earth with alchemy - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Hot as the sun's dreams - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

To hear ice recite The Iliad - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

The history of a million birds - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Oblivion is all we have - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Day closes its jaws - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Pretending that the sky is empty - William Brewer "Oxyana, WV: Exit Song"

The night woven into a net - William Brewer "Playing Along"

The frail geometry of currents - William Brewer "Playing Along"

A boat on the waters of solitude - William Brewer "Playing Along"

This red sound of wolves coming - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"

Escaping an obedience to desire - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"

Stand on a lawn of frozen dark - William Brewer "Resolution"

Finding a balloon in a drawer - William Brewer "Resolution"

My bones will announce themselves - William Brewer "Resolution"

A galleon on the caustic waters - William Brewer "Resolution"

Open floors of steel - William Brewer "Resolution"

All that light bursting in - William Brewer "Resolution"

As winter spills its math - William Brewer "Sundowning"

Our daylight almost done - William Brewer "Sundowning"

The late December forest of your mind - William Brewer "Sundowning"

Started stealing stop signs - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Sewing up the spaces between seconds - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

To gather tomorrow's courage - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Bigger miracles at hand - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

As desperate and false as prayer - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Your entire universe boiling - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Boiling in the breast of a spoon - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Floating in a hole in the air - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Flies scratch cursive in the air - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

The doors of my heart leak blood - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

The sky's color an old blade - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

Conquered first by bedlam - William Brewer "West Virginia"

Reaching to the sky for an offering - William Brewer "West Virginia"

The hum of a false heaven - William Brewer "West Virginia"

Death is a natural resource - William Brewer "West Virginia"

A rumor of sleep stampedes through - William Brewer "Withdrawal Dream Amongst Spring Acreage"


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Inhale the posh scent of ragweed - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

Deliver themselves one photon at a time - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

At the mercy of the gorgeous and lethal aurora - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

The time we didn't go to Topeka - Jaswinder Bolina "Aviary"

Provisional under the permanent sky - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Inhabit your cordoned spaces - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Messages in a grammar of smoke - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

The cloistered subject apart from the objects - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Having fallen out of blue September - Jaswinder Bolina "Course in General Linguistics"

Not the rifle in fury seized - Jaswinder Bolina "Denouement"

Its eight arguments against daylight - Jaswinder Bolina "Elegy"

From the nurturing heart of the tribe - Jaswinder Bolina "The Last National"

A xylophone jingle of the ice - Jaswinder Bolina "Make Believe"

Out of the palace of our best efforts - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

To the office park of nonexistence - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

End credits after the squall - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

A bouquet made of moths - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

Whales were exiled from the air - Jaswinder Bolina "Oops Canary"

Luminous and solitary as a firefly - Jaswinder Bolina "Panjandrum"

Beneath a field of stars unconstellated - Jaswinder Bolina "Panjandrum"

A tactless thermodynamic, a static interference - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Makes a tambourine of the wind chime - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Patient misfortune of cracked glass - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Whose single task is disbelief - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Charmed conspiracy of nucleotides - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

You're Iowa in the novel about Chicago - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Minor Character"

Pouring out of the perforated night - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Minor Character"

No tango in its Rorschach - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

No mermen in its sea - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

Exhaling phantasms of steam - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

An apertif distilled of wormwood - Jaswinder Bolina "Postcards"

Some piece of my pristine life - Jaswinder Bolina "Postcards"

Probably you'll solve gravity - Jaswinder Bolina "Probable Poem for the Furious Infant"

Into nooks of the chattering cosmos - Jaswinder Bolina "Probable Poem for the Furious Infant"

When our fountains run empty - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

Hear coyotes in the outskirts - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

The screeching apocalypse of the rabbit - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

Double agents in the cannery - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

How the katydids regaled you - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

The cicada hum sounds for you - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

The oak trees are entirely emptiness - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

All vanishing point no conclusion - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

In the desert province of Sunday - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

The buzzards hadn't even been unwrapped - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

The capital of the great state of Thursday - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

Daunting mountains and bitterroots - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

Missed every night of the opera - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

A barge carrying on ocean home - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

And smooth the crease in my brain - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

Under winter's blanket renunciation - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

The flat planet of the mirror - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

The lunar hues of this image - Jaswinder Bolina "Ultrasonic"


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Like to identify themselves with lions - Jericho Brown "Aerial View"

A giraffe beats a lion's ass every day - Jericho Brown "Aerial View"

Power under a quilt that won't unravel - Jericho Brown "After Avery R. Young"

Unaware of the earth moving beneath - Jericho Brown "Another Elegy [This is what our dying looks like]"

And wait all winter to eat - Jericho Brown "Cain"

Pull pink from green - Jericho Brown "Cain"

Start on one side of the day - Jericho Brown "Crossing"

Leave ourselves available to surprise - Jericho Brown "Deliverance"

Of prayer against the grasses - Jericho Brown "Duplex"

Light in my jaundiced mouth - Jericho Brown "Flower"

That far terrain between Promise and Apology - Jericho Brown "Ganymede"

A single anthem of blood - Jericho Brown "Good White People"

With splinters for handles - Jericho Brown "The Hammers"

A right to the fire in her hands - Jericho Brown "Heartland"

Every last word is contagious - Jericho Brown "Heartland"

Absent as what fire leaves behind - Jericho Brown "The Interrogation"

No sky here allows for rain - Jericho Brown "The Interrogation"

What light Saturday sent - Jericho Brown "Labor"

Repeating invocations pure and perfect - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Drinking from the bloody river - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

And taste a stain like blood - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Dear singing river full of my blood - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Every goodbye a lie - Jericho Brown "Meditations at the New Orleans Jazz National Historical Park"

Carries the weight he chose - Jericho Brown "Meditations at the New Orleans Jazz National Historical Park"

The viral geography of an occupied territory - Jericho Brown "The Microscopes"

Wake without an alarm telling them - Jericho Brown "'N'em"

Kept a scandal in my pocket - Jericho Brown "Obituary"

Spent what light Saturday sent - Jericho Brown "Odd Jobs"

And pray for the chance to say please - Jericho Brown "Odd Jobs"

Ruined by an ever-bitter extremity - Jericho Brown "Of the Swan"

Hail from a blind sky - Jericho Brown "Prayer of the Backhanded"

At the height of hopeless touching - Jericho Brown "Psalm 150"

No use for your tears - Jericho Brown "Riddle"

Lost in the forest of we - Jericho Brown "Stake"

My memory the only noise - Jericho Brown "Stay"

Whatever narrow miseries I make - Jericho Brown "Taken"

To bloom against the will of the sun - Jericho Brown "The Tradition"

Because we understand shadows - Jericho Brown "Trojan"

My black anger made red - Jericho Brown "A Young Man"


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Moving against the tide of a world - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

In this skin I've reclaimed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Trap of this country's tourniquet - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

The sweet solace is a river bed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Small fish and forgotten glass - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Two miles walked over a bridge - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

I bleed and the sand grieves - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Even after the fertile soil turned over - Mahogany L. Browne "Ego-Tripp(ed)"

A grey overcast of noise - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Until the key kisses the lock - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

How most hearts sing a murmur - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Forced to look outside their own heartbreak - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A parade of elephant eulogies - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A romp of otter-uttered blessings - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

As an ambush of tigers scowl - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A system of impossible fractions - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

Shape the aftermath of a mudslide - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

When you trust a house of poachers - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A shallow breathe of scaly skin - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The shrimp's crooked smile - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

Only see a garden growing upwards - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The dust of my night screams - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

A note of ash & inquiry - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Angels of a creative god - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

When I curse the rising sun - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

How to flee from such a flamboyant backdraft - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Beauty can kill more beautiful things - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Stared at a hungrier death - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

A math problem divided by no living answer - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Signaling the shark's breakfast - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

To free the deadly hope from your gut - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Months of steel rust blisters - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

The thirst of an almost anything - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

Of a world breaking its own heart - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

The train smells like yesterday - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

A bullet hold in the pay phone - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Megaphone symphony all slurred and entitled - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Create the prospect of a sunrise - Mahogany L. Browne "Redbone Dances"

No more patience for the obstruction - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"

Butter beans, potatoes & cotton seeds - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"


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With a glimmer of light between - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

Entombed with the hourless night - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

Heavy with promise of snow - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

The call of the lonesome place - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

The mortal fruit upon the bough - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

The forfeit of his mutual vow - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

Shaped within a static prayer - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

The iced remorseless vapours of the snow - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

Some hard capricious star - Djuna Barnes "From Fifth Avenue Up"

Urged some bitter secret - Djuna Barnes "From Fifth Avenue Up"

All heavy and alone - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Turns dim against the dawn - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Only half in bloom - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

The first far bells commence - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Grows querulous with unseen cats - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

In anger through the corn - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Bidding each acre wake - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Three paces down the shore - Djuna Barnes "Serenade"

Three paces in the moonlight's glow - Djuna Barnes "Serenade"

Brain thin whips to beat you down - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Great men on horses hunt you - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Their arrows in the shallow air - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

When thirty hawks are high - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Braid my leaping body - Djuna Barnes "This Much and More"


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the waitress takes moonbeams into her mouth - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

the mayonnaise is crystalline and dangerous - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

little lines run crazy across the lettuce - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

the stairs are white with noble gases - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

grief wakes the nucleus of the whole atom - Lee Ballentine "The Whole Atom"

then in the arbor of sudden light - Lee Ballentine "The Whole Atom"


Poet's bio at Strange Horizons.


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Plumage stirred by golden air - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

Evening's shadows softly intervene - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

To which time cannot yield relief - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

Who hung up fruits and flowers - Park Benjamin "Lines Sent with a Bouquet"

Inscribed upon their leaves the words- Park Benjamin "Lines Sent with a Bouquet"

Who dares the hero's march - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Through the ebon walls of night - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Courage like a coat of mail - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Taking old gifts and granting new - Park Benjamin "Press On"

The wisdom of the present hour - Park Benjamin "Press On"

And all things robed in shadow - Park Benjamin "Sonnet [Loved of my soul! I seek in vain for thee]"

The chords on every bending bough - Park Benjamin "Sonnet [Loved of my soul! I seek in vain for thee]"

Garners with a miser's care - Park Benjamin "Spring's Advent"


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They walk amongst us charmed - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"

Yet the sands are stirred and wars increase - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"

With love and with compassion brave - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

In pushing vengeance to the grave - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To foes a hidden trap well laid - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To foes an unassaulted fire - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To friends a shadow shedding stars - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

And goes with eyes to see the sun - Francis Burrows "Life"

Madness alone of evils do I dread - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Suffer its broad flung shadow not - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Cast then upon me unillumined night - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

One whole eclipse not knowing any fire - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

To give it record of the former light - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Complete destruction of the heart's desire - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

A cave beneath the throne of grace - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

Who made the thread of flax and hemp - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

My blood between them and their enemies - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

Sobbing under the wings of time - Francis Burrows "The Well"

Strange language and new laws - Francis Burrows "The Well"


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Spices that you might find Strange - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Born in this cold fast food of a mall of a country - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

A foreign word that you are ashamed to learn - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Only mumbles of a murmur - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

The flags they don't even understand - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Still having problems figuring me out? - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"


"Rican Issues" has some formating that I'm not trying to replicate in terms of certain specific letters being bolded. Right now, 29 March 2025, the poem can be found at the link below.


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With horoscopic dread - Howard Futhey Brinton "Breaking In"

To superman never pay toll - Howard Futhey Brinton "E Pluribus"

Deft subterranean digs - Howard Futhey Brinton "The 'I Told You So Club'"

What the animals planned - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

Appointed of parrots five - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

The parrots leading the cheering - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

Smoothed the ruffled path - Howard Futhey Brinton "Mac's (Psychological) Cigar"

Toothed and torn and spurred - Howard Futhey Brinton "Mac's (Psychological) Cigar"

With his two-edged breath - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Man About Town"

The opal-eyed vampires of hell - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Pacifist"

Sane and destructive to fear - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Poor Man's Club"

Dainty as Daphne's divinest - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Spring Violet"


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Through the flight of ages - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Let the mimic canvas show - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

In the book of fame - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

In the sleep of ocean's azure gulfs - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

To span the sun's broad circle - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

To tame the whirlwind of the passions - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

The leading star of love - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Wild hymns upon the scented air - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Deferred the hour ordained - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Bribe a passage to the skies - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Whose roots were in another world - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Through the idle mesh of power - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Till the strong tornado broke - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

The giant's unchained strength - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

And break their iron net - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

That guard the enchanted ground - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

The valleys sick with heat - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

Amid the kisses of the soft south-west - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

A blessing for the eyes that weep - William Cullen Bryant "Blessed Are They That Mourn"

Poured forth strange flower - William Cullen Bryant "The Burial-Place"

Melancholy ranks of monuments - William Cullen Bryant "The Burial-Place"

The circle of eternal change - William Cullen Bryant "The Evening Wind"

The swifter current that mines its root - William Cullen Bryant "Green River"

That fate had left me free - William Cullen Bryant "Green River"

Thy breath in the burning sky - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

With a thrill in every vein - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Shedding a nameless horror round - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

That fills the wall of the crystal heaven - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Alone with the terrible hurricane - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn of the Waldenses"

And meetings in the depth of earth - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn of the Waldenses"

And beat his throne to dust - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

No time for parley - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Schooled in guile - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

On the threshold of their vast designs - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Ripened by years of toil - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Polluted hands of mockery - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

The record of an idle revery - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Throngs of insects in the shade - William Cullen Bryant "Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood"

The gentle name of spring - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Reign of blast and storm - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Sing aloud the gushing rills - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Fail not with weariness - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

A fragment of some mighty wall - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

Dark with the thick moss of centuries - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

A shadow for the noontide hour - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

A shelter from the summer shower - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

To load the May wind's restless wings - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

The glad infant sprigs of bloom - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

Throw thin shadows on the ground - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

In grandeur of decay - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

Well has Nature kept the truth - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

Prattling current's merry call - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

The cormorant wheeled in circles round - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

The hyena's eyes of flame - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

The jackal and wolf that yelled in the night - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

Our tent the cypress tree - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And hear the tramp of thousands - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And share the battle's spoil - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

To crown the soldier's cup - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

Life to guide the fiery barb - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And tears like those of spring - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

Slow plague shall bring the fatal hour - William Cullen Bryant "Sonnet to --"

The vexed ore no mineral of power - William Cullen Bryant "Sonnet to --"

The sun had drunk the dew - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Rustling in the lofty elm - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Far in the fierce sunshine - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Unnumbered sounds and universal motion - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Interrupted murmur of the bee - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Mingling of unnumbered sounds and universal motion - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

All the green herbs are stirring - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

A brother to the insensible rock - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Patriarchs of the infant world - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Rock-ribbed and ancient - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

A handful to the tribes that slumber - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

And millions in those solitudes - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Will chase his favourite phantom - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

The long train of ages glide away - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Darkly painted on the crimson sky - William Cullen Bryant "To a Waterfowl"

His chamber in the silent halls of death - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

To join the innumerable caravan - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

Soothed by an unfaltering trust - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

The day's departing light - William Cullen Bryant "Upon the Mountain's Distant Head"

Where generous meanings burn - William Cullen Bryant "Upon the Mountain's Distant Head"

Amid the mild and mellow light - William Cullen Bryant "A Walk at Sunset"

Trophies of remembered power - William Cullen Bryant "A Walk at Sunset"

With invitation to explore - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Old companions in adversity - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Breathed no scent of herb - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Gathering the nuts just fallen - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

When the rains have glazed the snow - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

The slant sun of February - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

And bud with amethyst and topaz - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

The vast hall of fairy palace - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Awakes the painted tribes of light - William Cullen Bryant "The Yellow Violet"


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Why mourn the perished glories of the past? - George S. Burleigh "Death" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

For all the ills they wrought her reign - George S. Burleigh "The Gardener" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Find what prize befits their powers - George S. Burleigh "The Gardener" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Blessed sunshine, and thrice-blessed rain - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

And summon Beauty from her grave - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Softly from their parting buds uncoil - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

A shriveled spoil to the loud storm - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Hangs the dew in every nodding cup - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

To lay aside some store of thought - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Against the coming of the wasteful flood - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Start abrupt in Joy's sweet neighborhood - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

If Day burst sudden from the bars of Night - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

With one plunge leaped down the sheer abyss - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Bearing fixed war through shifting victories - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]


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Spans the arch where tempests trod - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Up where the heavy thunders rolled - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Where clouds on fire were swept along - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And soaring larks dissolve in song - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The windows of the sky unbar - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Comes not the faintest whisper of dissent - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Spares not his crown in elemental storms - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Clouds drop baptismal showers of rain - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Behold them clad in Autumn's golden pomp - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

The deserted nest in silence sways - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

In hurricanes of flame and leaden hail - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Covered their remains with mourning moss - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Wrote their epitaph in pale wood flowers - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

To stay and sing their sad sweet requiem - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

And Autumn rent the garment of the trees - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Winter wrapped them in a winding sheet - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Giants sleeping in their shrouds - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]


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As the Roman poets have stressed - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

There is always something porous in the decorous - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

As I have watched you through windows and keyholes - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

If you must bring up the past - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Speak to me only of the present - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Only that which you and I don't share - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

In the glorious picnics of the past - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Used the name we had agreed upon - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Plug your thought or daydream into me - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

What comes will run us through from the front - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Alien flags about the invisible settlements - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Our shapely hooks of shining gold - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

The universe demotes me, yet again - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

So that the dirt will not page through it - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

I've only got the one death to my name - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

One death and I'm not going to ruin it - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"


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In this doll's house lived together - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

Death's shadow at the door - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

A honeycomb of fruit and flowers - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

Scared by the harsh storm - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

On his bonfires burns the thorns and dross - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Who in great zig-zag blows the bee - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Hung with ivy's blackened chains - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

The old forge and mill are shut and done - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Sounded through the haze of harvest - Edmund Blunden "The Canal"

While the bat and beetle flew - Edmund Blunden "Forefathers"

The warm air webbed with dew - Edmund Blunden "Forefathers"

Crouching dust and wind-blown sand - Edmund Blunden "The Giant Puffball"

The sun flings off the shadows - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Cold countless quaking windflowers - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Bold gnats that revel round my solitude - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Still hearkening to the bee - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

The whisper through the tansies run - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

And the quill on the quicksilver water - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Playing buccaneer among the minnows - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Wonder prowling through old drowned barges - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Fallen plum-bloom stars the green - Edmund Blunden "The Poor Man's Pig"

Wasps on the mudbanks - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Marshalled armies in the silent air - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Armies out of the burnt void - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

With shouldered scythe still bare - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

The roar of thunder joining battle - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

And the cuckoo called again - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Oncoming voices in the vortex - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

The cataract whirlwinds clash - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Flinching not to flame or bolt - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Came a roar ten-thousand-fold - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Through alehouse curtains glowed - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

The grim destiny of the hour - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

Mustered from the fevered sky - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

The honeycomb of scored stone - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

Love's rich and trusting light - Edmund Blunden "The South-West Wind"

Stare into the rush of stars - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Watch the seething millions swarm - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Born in the stirring midnight's sigh - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

In the wild wet sunset's glance - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Still sounds like vision's voice - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"


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A pleasure in the pathless woods - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

A rapture on the lonely shore - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Bidding nations quake - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Such as creation's dawn beheld - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

My joy of youthful sports - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

The passion and the power to roam - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Breathed in the face of the foe - Lord Byron "The Destruction of Sennacherib"

The eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly - Lord Byron "The Destruction of Sennacherib"

This the man of thousand thrones - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Strewed our earth with hostile bones - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

That spell upon the minds of men - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

The rapture of the strife - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Who of old would rend the oak - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

In the sternness of they strength - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Dared depart in utter scorn - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Cast crowns for rosaries away - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

From thy reluctant hand the thunderbolt - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Would soar the solar height - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

To set in such a starless night - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Worth thy vanished diadem - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

In loitering mood upon the sand - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Brooding in thy prisoned rage - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Like the thief of fire from heaven - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

The worm, the canker, and the grief - Lord Byron "On this Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year"

Tread those reviving passions down - Lord Byron "On this Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year"

Like music on the waters - Lord Byron "Stanzas for Music"

Weaving her bright chain - Lord Byron "Stanzas for Music"

Man marks the earth with ruin - Byron "To the Ocean"

Decay has dried up realms to deserts - Byron "To the Ocean"

Such as creation's dawn beheld - Byron "To the Ocean"

The rainbow to the storms of life - Byron [untitled]

Tints to-morrow with prophet ray - Byron [untitled]

And the moon be still as bright - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

The sword outwears its sheath - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

And the heart must pause to breathe - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

And the day returns too soon - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

Parted in silence and tears - Lord Byron "When we Two parted"

The warning of what I feel now - Lord Byron "When we Two parted"


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A thistle will do away with your hunger - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Not the abstracted greens of surrender - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Follow the flower that evades capture - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Learn the work song of smaller creatures - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

This forest of branches is your inheritance - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

As you blend into shrub and rock - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Dry is the land that holds you - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

The familiar pitch of olive harvest - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Gathered for processions yet to come - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

A voice of closeness to the earth - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Half an egg in a pool of oil - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Rough angles with the color purple - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Slanted sunsets beyond forbidden shores - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"


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Hurry by to the wind's desire - Vera M. Brittain "Boar's Hill, October, 1919"

Who always delighted to roam - Vera M. Brittain "Boar's Hill, October, 1919"

Dreams the dim hills of the future - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

Awake to the glory of day - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

Glad with the triumph of runners - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

By no shadows or memories haunted - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

The stars of a mellow September - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

The chill empty lanes of November - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

When their lamps were burning low - Vera M. Brittain "The German Ward"

In the path of life you sought your prize - Vera M. Brittain "The Only Son"

My steep track of anguish and tears - Vera M. Brittain "A Parting Word"

Seeking the shadow of a dream - Vera M. Brittain "Roundel ('Died of Wounds')"

Seldom they enter into song or story - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Though the world's regard may cease - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Splendid in triumphant waking - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Only the hope of a gallant heart - Vera M. Brittain "That Which Remaineth"

Steady strife for a deathless crown - Vera M. Brittain "That Which Remaineth"

Sought to rend the stars from Heaven - Vera M. Brittain "To a Fallen Idol"

Lonely here in recognition's hour - Vera M. Brittain "To A V.C."

The lost reward of gallant hearts - Vera M. Brittain "To A V.C."

Brought me finer gifts than gold - Vera M. Brittain "To Monseigneur"

In capable serenity of mind - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

The tempest none escape - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

To tread the untroubled road again - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

Your voices in the whispering trees - Vera M. Brittain "To Them"

Voices to feeble to utter a cry - Vera M. Brittain "Vengeance Is Mine"

Rivers of scarlet and crosses of grey - Vera M. Brittain "Vengeance Is Mine"


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An unwinking beacon, sister to stars - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Would plot a course to Hades for a thrill - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Start crying down the wrath of Baal - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

To whom perfection was a sort of predilection - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Narrowed the span between the near and the far - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Venus Nell" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Who labor and toil in unmapped soil - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Venus Nell" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]


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The cicadas have won over the echo - Russell Brakefield "After the Labor Day Procession"

The miniature moon of some perfect little planet - Russell Brakefield "After the Labor Day Procession"

And on through reels of inheritance - Russell Brakefield "The Ballad Form"

That doesn't move for fear of standing still - Russell Brakefield "Distances Between the Head and Chest"

Their shadows dwindled to bare and patchy masses - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

All the yards torn by their green rust beings - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

All forgotten beasts are left to forage - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

So that my dreams embark in engravings - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Best not to know the cooling kettle - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

A highball of history and radio - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Bodies shaken out of all but stars - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Troves of lost sons from the old world - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

I organize on vinyl and per diems - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Burns needle rags into the brain - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The wind plays tricks on the eyes - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Hawks hold up the highway - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The sudden turn of life on the air - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Cut by the shadow song of theft - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The lumberjack's alphabet covers loss and leisure - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Swarms with rows of grafted halos - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

All knowledge convict to the body - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

And keeps quiet the worrying wind - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Makes a nest of inbound hulls and masts - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Dock and harbor clap with specters - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Anchors cut by the wind - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Holds a goldmine in the sky - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

A heart attack on the bottom line - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Texas heat stalks me like a question - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

No lead sheet for this lament - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The night shakes out its own lament - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

And tempts me back out on the road - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

I'm no more minstrel than ghost - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The shape of a note starts with loss - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Preserve they say and mean repent - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Language plucked from history's catalogue - Russell Brakefield "Florist's Apprentice, Age 19"

Robs all the brilliant light of the universe - Russell Brakefield "Florist's Apprentice, Age 19"

The horizon sucks at the smokestacks - Russell Brakefield "Gate Keeper"

The buildings splitting in a rapture of foundations - Russell Brakefield "Gate Keeper"

And sell their bodies to the wind - Russell Brakefield "Halcyon and Her Mortal Lover"

Spins in an act of revision - Russell Brakefield "The High and Lonesome Sound: I. Fiddle"

Tangled below the hum of lunar membrane - Russell Brakefield "The High and Lonesome Sound: I. Fiddle"

Traces scars cut deep into the dreamwood - Russell Brakefield "Mackinaw Island"

The swaying commerce of violence - Russell Brakefield "Mackinaw Island"

To cut the knot of narrative - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

Walk towards a faint murmur of water - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

New light waiting just out of reach - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

Other prey too shudders with the light - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

Investigating again the mystic - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

A cease fire for even the wilder kingdom - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

Radio dust stretched across the night sky - Russell Brakefield "The Perseids"

Go out and gather the oldest fires of the universe - Russell Brakefield "The Perseids"

Deeper into the pit of pitch and mesquite - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

Backlit by a scattered clutch of charcoal - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

Carved by the slag of too much coffee - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

Dragged and hung beneath a bone of moon - Russell Brakefield "Rag"

A walk-around dance of rain and dew - Russell Brakefield "Rag"

Towards a mastery of disappearance and creation - Russell Brakefield "Shutter, Lag"

Could not convince me of our separate dreaming - Russell Brakefield "Shutter, Lag"

The thin cycle of streetlamps on pavement - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Ghost hounds back for the scraps - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Count a tornado of slow concessions - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Shorn and hung with sly shadows - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

The ribs of March are kicking through - Russell Brakefield "The Way We Learned to Sing"

Opened room enough in the sky for the stars - Russell Brakefield "The Way We Learned to Sing"

Sends a wraith beneath the surface - Russell Brakefield "The Wraith in the Creek"

Draw straws for mercy - Russell Brakefield "The Wraith in the Creek"


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Crawl restless under the skin - Lindsey Boldt "A Bartable Enya Afternoon"

Ferret of flame & levity - Lindsey Boldt "A Bartable Enya Afternoon"

A badger at the brow - Lindsey Boldt "A Bartable Enya Afternoon"

A purposeless express of joy - Lindsey Boldt "A Bartable Enya Afternoon"

An absurdity into a crowd of absurdities - Lindsey Boldt "A Bartable Enya Afternoon"


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I have sown beside all water - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"

Planted safe against this stark, lean year - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"

My children glean in fields they have not sown - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"

And feed on bitter fruit - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"

Beating barren twigs together - Arna Bontemps "Blight"

But I hear the beating of dead boughs - Arna Bontemps "Blight"

Stark before a whip of weather - Arna Bontemps "Blight"

Go through the gates with closed eyes - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"

Drop the axe and leave the timber - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"

Every face you ever loved forget - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"

To waste the life against a stubborn will - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"

Beating a way for the rising sun - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"

I said your name but silence answered - Arna Bontemps "Gethsemane"

An easy breeze at blossom time - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"

To cover every land and dream of afterwhile - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"

But only fill afresh his meed of laughter, his cup of tears - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"

God suffer little men the taste of soul's desire - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"

Blurring on the borders of the sky - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

And dreamed of legend and of death - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

To touch the pieces of glory with our hands - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

Unhappy hills, bowed down with broken backs - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

The caravan that bore our queen to the courts of Solomon - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

Dust shall yet devour the stones - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

Beneath each one there is something buried - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

Some pile of wreckage that started it there - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"

Fragrant stream where thirsty creatures go - Arna Bontemps "Homing"

A wild bird riding the wind and screaming bitterly - Arna Bontemps "Homing"

Moles have gnawed the rose tree at its root - Arna Bontemps "Lancelot"

The flame will go down in the flower - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"

A briefer length of moon - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"

Tender grass will hide the rugged stone - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"

My still heart will sing a little while - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"

My heart has known its winter and carried gall - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"

Wash me with a wave of wind upon the barley - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

And in the waterfall stand and speak - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

Fear of quiet waters and of faint twilights - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

Above the place where I lie desolate - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

I may pass through centuries of death - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

Held a rich full moon upon your heart - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

And listened to the words of men now dead - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"

Little ships that are too worn for sailing - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"

The sea-green shadows of your dream - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"

For I have loved the cities of the sea - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"

And I have broken down before the wind - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"

Treasured rain falling on dark ground - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

And summer trembling on a withered vine - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

The friendly ghost that was your love and mind - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Darkness hangs our room with pendulums - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Retained from those lost nights our fathers slept - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

And tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Let us dance by metal waters burned with gold - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

When first you passed beneath the jungle tapestries - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Let us go back and search the tangled dream - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

How early darkness comes to dreams - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Following the track of blowing leaves and cool white rain - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

Ghosts of dead men meet their ladies walking - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

Walking two by two beneath the shade - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

Music echoing through the open door - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

The years go back with an iron clank - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

They have broken roses down - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

And poplars stand there still as death - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"

The stones have scored you bitterly - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"

A day wherein remembered sun alone comes through - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"

Feeling something of this country in her bones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"

Come back to seek the girl she was in these familiar stones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"

Ink spilled on the fringe of white clouds - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"

A blighted winter bough where love and music used to be - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"


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In a land of ice and mirth and explicit promise - Bruce Boston "Ajax Redux"

I don't hunger for your glittering glory - Bruce Boston "Ajax Redux"

Trading gold for flesh, lives for legends - Bruce Boston "Ajax Redux"

Your exotic rampage through the annals of myth - Bruce Boston "Ajax Redux"

Backing away in a trapped circle - Bruce Boston "Alien Quarry"

The lightning and thunder rush of his thoughts - Bruce Boston "Alien Quarry"

Woven from cloth whole and tattered - Bruce Boston "All the Starry Audience"

Shattered forms scattered across the landscape - Bruce Boston "Beyond the Clouds of Paradise"

Beneath the wry shade of the architrave - Bruce Boston "The Canticles of Rage"

Herein lies the hard pentagonal truth - Bruce Boston "The Canticles of Rage"

Appraise the aggravated fortune of the stranded millions - Bruce Boston "The Canticles of Rage"

Can still evoke the canticles of rage - Bruce Boston "The Canticles of Rage"

With little hope of reaching our destinations - Bruce Boston "Chess People"

Sleep safe in the shade of civilization - Bruce Boston "Children of the Mutant Rain Forest"

A shadow dream of emerald possession - Bruce Boston "Children of the Mutant Rain Forest"

A vacuum that devours all it surveys - Bruce Boston "Curse of the Void's Husband"

Streets and buildings in constant flux - Bruce Boston "Dream People"

Directions to our shifting destinations - Bruce Boston "Dream People"

Remain lost between event horizons - Bruce Boston "Dream People"

Our own altered histories and future visions - Bruce Boston "Dream People"

Infinite in its potential and terrifying in its command - Bruce Boston "Futurity Wears the Head"

And threatens you with dark possibility - Bruce Boston "Futurity Wears the Head"

Down a hall where your portrait becomes ancestral - Bruce Boston "Futurity Wears the Head"

With an accelerating appetite that can devour generations - Bruce Boston "Futurity Wears the Head"

A dynamic rendition of the hospscotched [sic] past - Bruce Boston "Futurity Wears the Head"

Roam the empty highways in search of life - Bruce Boston "Ghost People"

Migrate through the walls of deserted homes - Bruce Boston "Ghost People"

Become manifest in abandoned bedrooms or kitchens - Bruce Boston "Ghost People"

Stealing into ruin as the centuries unraveled - Bruce Boston "Ghost People"

Through gray streets beneath an ashen sky - Bruce Boston "Gray People"

Wearing gray coats and monochromatic expressions - Bruce Boston "Gray People"

Gray and threadbare from the passage of many feet - Bruce Boston "Gray People"

Pallid dawns and pale sunsets enclosing our gray inclinations - Bruce Boston "Gray People"

Have nailed and sealed the universe complete - Bruce Boston "The Last Alchemist"

Down to the last stray molecule and rebel atom - Bruce Boston "The Last Alchemist"

Turning baser metals to golden illumination - Bruce Boston "The Last Alchemist"

The last alchemist will retreat to a birdsong wood - Bruce Boston "The Last Alchemist"

A rushing stream clean as a burning flame - Bruce Boston "The Last Alchemist"

The bruised & bloodied vocabularies of the urban night - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

Up through the poles of a dead telegraphy - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

Impaled on the pinnacles of a brassy skyscape - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

Give her back her time-thorned flesh - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

Rendered in disparate jigsaw flashes - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

Aware that the entire cosmos may be watching - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"

The majestic blooming of the century plant - Bruce Boston "A Life in the Day Of"

Assassinates the art of nuclear mystics - Bruce Boston "A Life in the Day Of"

Drink peppermint tea with the ghost of morning - Bruce Boston "A Life in the Day Of"

So we could inhabit a circle of power - Bruce Boston "Marble People"

Far above the antics of such childlike games - Bruce Boston "Marble People"

Hidden in the branching veins of earthbound stone - Bruce Boston "Marble People"

A release from light years passed - Bruce Boston "The Music of Deep Spacers"

A vast and haunting refrain that echoes the depths of space - Bruce Boston "The Music of Deep Spacers"

Temporary lodgings beneath the static of the stars - Bruce Boston "The Music of Deep Spacers"

Float to the moon in origami rockets - Bruce Boston "Origami Rockets"

Astronauts from a childhood fantasy - Bruce Boston "Origami Rockets"

Up from their craters and their moon caves - Bruce Boston "Origami Rockets"

Just the right sort to carry our dreams - Bruce Boston "Origami Rockets"

The poisonous elements in our own composition - Bruce Boston "Parchment People"

A recurring nightmare about being trapped in a Mason jar - Bruce Boston "Signs You Could Be a Clone"

A clock that makes a different noise every hour - Bruce Boston "Surreal Domestic"

Engines of desire roaming the lost highways - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

The inversion fields of an autodidactic summer - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

Urges the palomino up a burning slope - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

Moon frenzied by outlaw pollen - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

Echo in the corridors of skyscraper dreams - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

Fireworks in fields of feldspar and lace - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

The sun shot brilliance of a polished knife - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

The astronomer on the far side of the moon - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

The borders of peripheral vision - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

Archipelago of dream plastics already ancient - Bruce Boston "Surreal Fortune"

A reality framed by random association - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

Metaphoric explosion and grotesque hyperbole - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

Startling revelations lost in the moment - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

Liquid ticking in a petrified railway station - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

Gods and goddesses of geometric exactitude - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

While burning herbivores strolled across a lean horizon - Bruce Boston "Surreal People"

The substance of the world began to sing - Bruce Boston "When Clock Is Egg"

Distilled in the hard flesh of the moment - Bruce Boston "When Clock Is Egg"

Tying down the wind with rope or chain or tackle - Bruce Boston "Wind People"

Hydrogen bubbles exploding into light and energy - Bruce Boston "The Would-Be Gods of Sonofusion"

We have tapped the heart of the sun - Bruce Boston "The Would-Be Gods of Sonofusion"

Embrace the stubborn dream of perpetual energy - Bruce Boston "The Would-Be Gods of Sonofusion"


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Drowsy heart stirs from the cistern - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

The wintering den of stars - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Any diamondback unlucky enough to be on the road - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Into chrome and sun and shotgun confection - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

The heart exposed to so many scrapes - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

What's slung between azure and cornfield - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Prefers the ambush to the hunt - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Sets a trap, picks a spot, begins the vigil - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Resorts at time to bluff and temper - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Tastes like hope, memory, forgiveness - Catherine Bowman "Heart"

Just three days into autumn - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

A be-jeweled lair of pear-milk for the deer - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

Knobbed and knotted sugar fists - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

To cook down to syrup with chicory leaves and clover - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

Etched with rudiments of spark and ash - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

Each pear a phoenix or a phoenix nest - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

Listen to the earth beads in this abacus for bees - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

The color of an ancient thesaurus - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

These mottled green and hard-bottled mineral songs - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

Teach us the hard-truths and hurt - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

A hymn to loving something so generous and good - Catherine Bowman "Pears"

When he was her complex equation - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"

So she turned him into strong evidence - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"

Made him a rudimentary fault line - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"

Made him her unruly quorum - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"

That's when they both became mirror - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"

Made her his margin of error - Catherine Bowman "Provisional"


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on a winter evening eyes see furthest - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

glacial moraine of gravel & clay - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

a surge of foam to cover us all - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

meadowsweet softened by drizzle - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

the fossilized needles of a monkey puzzle - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

a herd of stars coaxed from a river - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

a very black thing at the edge of a sward - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

hazel saplings densely clustered - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

a rotting wolf in a field of clover - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

archipelagos drowned by the melting of ice - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]

a fruitful harbour entered through song - Dylan Brennan "A First Glimpse of Ireland" [excerpt]


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In unfettered mahogany abandon - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

Their barks are host to a protean foxfire - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

That radiates iconographic images - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

A flowing expressionist relief of mythic proportions - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

In this swirling meccano of empires and loves - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

The wasted alternatives of life are unveiled - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

To flee the hypnotic force of such coercions - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

The emerald hunger stretches farther still - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

That cloak the Amazon and its serpentine tributaries - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

Forging a symbiosis with the force that rules their world - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

The minarets of an organic metropolis - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

Where each generation of growth destroys the last - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"

A sentience amoral and earthly dreams - Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier "A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest"


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Their glossary of knocks - Traci Brimhall "Aubade on a Ghost Hunt"

This kiss and its sleepless itinerary - Traci Brimhall "Aubade on a Ghost Hunt"

Held you like a victory - Traci Brimhall “Fledgling”

The stricken pleasure of intimacy - Traci Brimhall “Fledgling”

Stars of flowers brightening the moss - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

A common fritillary avoiding the wind in the yucca - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

The dark rain veil making a bride of the mountain - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

The dizziness of height and breeze and vultures wheeling - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

Wheeling, songless and full of grace - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

Rattlesnakes making a cursive communion on the road - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

The way the stars ambush their loneliness - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"

The waning moon glowing like a hypothesis - Traci Brimhall "Mouth of the Canyon"


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With the lessened light and darkened days - Caris Brooke "Before Parting"

Who now would tread the wild hill's pathless ways? - Caris Brooke "Before Parting"

While both our hearts rebel - Caris Brooke "Before Parting"

Together we have gathered through the year - Caris Brooke "Before Parting"

Each meet the strange New Year alone - Caris Brooke "Before Parting"

Stands at the portals of a world in flower - Caris Brooke "[Girdled with gold my little lady's bower]"

The woodland minstrels sing changes of measure - Caris Brooke "[Girdled with gold my little lady's bower]"

A passionate music stirs without her walls - Caris Brooke "[Girdled with gold my little lady's bower]"

Murmuring the sea's song for an interlude - Caris Brooke "[Girdled with gold my little lady's bower]"

Dream footsteps wandering past us - Caris Brooke "March Violets"

A restless presence stirring with the light - Caris Brooke "March Violets"

The cry of waters where the snow was white - Caris Brooke "March Violets"

Broken notes, blending in a wild delight - Caris Brooke "March Violets"

Yearning for shadows and the darkened hours - Caris Brooke "March Violets"

Never a hand on the cottage door - Caris Brooke "[Never a hand on the cottage door]"

For twenty years I have watched them bud - Caris Brooke "[Never a hand on the cottage door]"

For twenty years I have seen them die - Caris Brooke "[Never a hand on the cottage door]"

Turned the sea to silver, the earth to gold - Caris Brooke "[Never a hand on the cottage door]"

Though the footsteps have wandered beyond recall - Caris Brooke "[Never a hand on the cottage door]"

Uncertain measurement of time - Caris Brooke "Resurgam"

When we dream the year has just awoke - Caris Brooke "Resurgam"

Falling seeds their promise bring - Caris Brooke "Resurgam"

Within each hour the precious minutes lie - Caris Brooke "Resurgam"

If they bear the flowers of life or death - Caris Brooke "Resurgam"


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The roads they take in journeying - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The appointed place of rendezvous - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Where all these travellers meet - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Sustains the keys of Hell and Death - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Lets fall a supernumerary horror - Robert Blair "The Grave"

That loves to dwell 'midst skulls and coffins - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Again the screech-owl shrieks - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Draws near to the witching time of night - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Mysterious cement of the soul - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Far, far beyond what I can ever pay - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The rose assumed a dye more deep - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Bear the strife of little tongues and coward insults - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Mock whom they were meant to honour - Robert Blair "The Grave"

To mimic sorrow when the heart's not sad - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Bold insurancers of deathless fame - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The mystic cone, with hieroglyphics crusted - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The labour of whole ages tumbles down - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Who swam to sovereign rule through seas of blood - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Shakes hands with dust - Robert Blair "The Grave"

And with blunt truth acquaints us - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Catches hold of what comes next to hand - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Trusts only in the well-invented knife - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Travelling through the boundless length of space - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Returning to the barren womb of nothing - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Death's thousand doors stand open - Robert Blair "The Grave"

If we challenged him to do his worst - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Your shine enlightens but yourself - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Yet launch out into fantastic schemes - Robert Blair "The Grave"

To frolic on eternity's dread brink - Robert Blair "The Grave"

With all his guards and tools of power - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Unmindful of their former feuds - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Whose every day was made of melody - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The wrecks of nations, and the spoils of time - Robert Blair "The Grave"

With all the lumber of six thousand years - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Belches molten stone and globes of fire - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Toads and serpents of most deadly kind - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Whets to keenest eagerness his cravings - Robert Blair "The Grave"


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In a land of ice and mirth and explicit premise - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

I don't hunger for you glittering glory - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

Trading gold for flesh, lives for legends - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

Soldier wrapped in linen and thick red noise - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

All the bizarre debris of your exotic rampage - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

Stolen armor and lies - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

By the forced accents of your applause - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"

Lands on a trail of blood kisses - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "A Tale of Collaboration"

The path homeward left by your furious flight - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "A Tale of Collaboration"


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The weight of ashes from burned-out camps - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

No dustbowl wind can lift this history of loss - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Forgotten forms tremble into wholeness - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Ghost forests raked by bears - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Hoard names as if they could be stolen - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Will paper their walls with maps and broken promises - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

The woodpecker sound of an old retreat - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Perhaps we do well to live with uncertainty - Kimberly Blaeser "After Words"

Then we must rehearse goodbye - Kimberly Blaeser "After Words"

Each epoch a burnished stratum - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Trace ownership in treaties and deeds - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Salvage logs now kilned and carved - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

The echo of old names and weighted fill of rocks - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Each cubed hollow the math of absence and distance - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

A storied purple destiny of ships run aground - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Mirror the fetal scroll of fiddlehead ferns - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

We take up space in their ledgers - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

My relatives are the salvage bodies of history - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

The garden song calls the pollinators - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not everything tattered is ruined - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Built of equations for gain - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not all of our tools have price tags - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not all of our safeguards are weapons - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

In the trombone slide of history - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Turn to the older congress of the sun - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

In the assembled stories of sky - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

The mathematics of bending trees - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Each seasonal chorus colored with resilience - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Wear this ancient armour of belonging - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Suffered and sweetly mended nets of abundance - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Shatter into triangles of mosaic light - Kimberly Blaeser "Unlawful Assembly"

Pungent in the still images sacrificed to history - Kimberly Blaeser "Unlawful Assembly"

A ghosted threshold of being - Kimberly Blaeser "The Way We Love Something Small"

An arc of almost - Kimberly Blaeser "The Way We Love Something Small"


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No long the Flies and the Emmets advance - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

Join with their friends in the Grasshopper's dance - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

And hark, to the funeral dirge of the Bee - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

Enclos'd in a case, which the Silk-Worm had spun - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

By the help of the Hornet - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

Out of myrtle and jessamine made - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"

And the lily discover her bosom of snow - J.L.B. "The Butterfly's Funeral"


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Reach through our coats to count our vertebrae - Jenny Blackford "Beneath the Wheeler Centre"

To change the future, change the past - Jenny Blackford "Beneath the Wheeler Centre"

A silver lining of a poor sort - Jenny Blackford "Beneath the Wheeler Centre"

However bright his tools or sharp his skills - Jenny Blackford "Beneath the Wheeler Centre"

Shards of the engraved roc egg - Jenny Blackford "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"

A perfect emerald the size and shape of a whale - Jenny Blackford "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"

Snap-frozen in the blizzards called down by Baba Yaga - Jenny Blackford "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"

The preserved remains of a bronze giant - Jenny Blackford "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"

Eldritch visions of the Armageddon of the Elder Gods - Jenny Blackford "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"

Sharp-pointed skeletons of ancient geometric trolls - Jenny Blackford "Power Men"

Trees and houses keep their careful distance - Jenny Blackford "Power Men"

Giant feet grounded deep in bedrock - Jenny Blackford "Power Men"

Giant dervishes dancing under the ancient stars - Jenny Blackford "Power Men"


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The loud death drum, thundering from afar - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Colossal Power with overwhelming force bears down - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

In vain with orange blossoms scents the gale - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And the rose withers on its virgin thorns - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And whispered fears, creating what they dread - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

By every tie that binds the soul endeared - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Be only known by the gray ruin and the mouldering stone - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

To meet those shades that ruled the realms of mind - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And hang fresh wreaths round Newton's awful brow - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

When London's faded glories rise to view - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Sent forth their mandates to dependant kings - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Some crumbling turret, mined by time - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

The broken stair with perilous step shall climb - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Left in its course a track of light behind - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Survey the stone where Alexander's ashes lay - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

By Time's slow finger written in the dust - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Moody and viewless as the changing wind - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

With pen of adamant inscribes their name - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And spotted plagues from putrid fens distill - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

With doubtful caution treads the echoing ground - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Wealth is wafted in each shifting gale - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

The sons of Odin tread on Persian looms - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And Odin's daughters breath distilled perfumes - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

And scarce believes the altered voice her own - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Bestows her summer ices and her winter rose - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Gems of the East her mural crown adorn - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

On Chimborazo's summits treads sublime - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Measuring in lofty thought the march of Time - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"


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My allegiances could change - Emily Berry "Allegiances"

Morning is a gown put on at midnight - Emily Berry "Allegiances"

I don't know what your secrets are - Emily Berry "Allegiances"

The burning fuel of dead stars - Emily Berry "Allegiances"

My head is full of this insomniac light - Emily Berry "Arlene and Esme"

The night pouring from my hands - Emily Berry "Arlene and Esme"

My voice opens and calls you in - Emily Berry "The End"

You can't ask a person who doesn't exist - Emily Berry "The End"

Strange love for the living, strange love for the dead - Emily Berry "The End"

Standing in the garden and gazing out - Emily Berry "Freud's Beautiful Things"

Trying to rescue a birdcage from the burning house - Emily Berry "Freud's Beautiful Things"

Not normally a hunter of relics - Emily Berry "Freud's Beautiful Things"

What makes all autobiographies worthless - Emily Berry "Freud's Beautiful Things"

Isolation, quite steep and slanting - Emily Berry "Freud's War"

The weight of the decisions in you - Emily Berry "Ghosts (Homage to Burial)"

In a lift shaft on the other side of the night - Emily Berry "Ghosts (Homage to Burial)"

A symbol you alone could hear - Emily Berry "Ghosts (Homage to Burial)"

One part of me would become a ghost - Emily Berry "[This spirit she]"

Like I have mourned no other loss - Emily Berry "[This spirit she]"

A flame that can ride water - Emily Berry "[This spirit she]"

Checked the locks three times - Emily Berry "[This spirit she]"

Drew hearts round the keyholes - Emily Berry "[This spirit she]"

The deepest rooted dream of a tree - Emily Berry "Unexhausted Time"

A phobia is a ritual of not-doing - Emily Berry "Unexhausted Time"

An injunction from a distant government - Emily Berry "Unexhausted Time"

A gate that leads to nowhere - Emily Berry "Unexhausted Time"


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The coins that are paid for human breath - William Francis Barnard "The Hangman"

His reason waits on the law's black hates - William Francis Barnard "The Hangman"

Bound in frenzied orbits - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

Sped with travail of the moon and stars - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

By cosmic ferment molded well - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

Red feud and ravage of saber tooth and claw - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

Potent with transforming deeds - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

Gathered wisdoms [sic] seed from fruits of joy and pain - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"

To lay your hands upon the sun - William Francis Barnard "To the Enemies of Free Speech"

Try with bonds to bind the morning light - William Francis Barnard "To the Enemies of Free Speech"

Hear the call from a hundred lands - William Francis Barnard "The Tongues of Toil"

Our myriads swarm in the southlands warm - William Francis Barnard "The Tongues of Toil"

Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel - William Francis Barnard "The Tongues of Toil"

Gold and steel enthroned at the gates of the mart - William Francis Barnard "The Tongues of Toil"

Forgetting the tears of the darker years - William Francis Barnard "The Tongues of Toil"


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Athwart the untravelled wilds of space - B. "To an Evening Cloud" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Passing with the flight of time - B. "Two Pictures: Love Celestial" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Let hallowed dust return to dust - B. "Two Pictures: Love Celestial" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Triumphant wear a crown of light - B. "Two Pictures: Love Celestial" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

The shadowy realm where all is grief and gloom - B. "Two Pictures: Love Terrestrial" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

To him that speaks the last farewell - B. "Two Pictures: Love Terrestrial" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]


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May not ask too great a boon - Albion Fellows Bacon "An Alpine Valley"

If careless fortune had decreed it so - Albion Fellows Bacon "An Alpine Valley"

Give me a crown that will never rust - Albion Fellows Bacon "At Last"

Keep my heart from the dust - Albion Fellows Bacon "At Last"

The dream on the canvas caught - Albion Fellows Bacon "Chiaro-Oscuro"

Answers not the hour's demand - Albion Fellows Bacon "Eclipse"

On the pillow of his care - Albion Fellows Bacon "Grandfather"

World made sweet with thyme - Albion Fellows Bacon "Her Title-Deeds"

On winds from dreamland blowing - Albion Fellows Bacon "Inspiration"

A far-blown breath of snows - Albion Fellows Bacon "Lost"

In broken sentences of falling rain - Albion Fellows Bacon "Oh, Dreary Day!"

Held speechless by the vine - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Old Bell"

Such as only fall at midnight - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Prophet"

To man the mind's dark battlements - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Prophet"

Stand in converse with the skies - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Prophet"

With faith of waiting ages born - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Prophet"

Has stolen our treasures all - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Robber"

Through the cloisters of eternity - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Silent Brotherhood"

The spell of sleep to break - Albion Fellows Bacon "Silent Keys"

Distant journeyings enough - Albion Fellows Bacon "A Song"

That Land beyond the ether's sea - Albion Fellows Bacon "A Song"

Holy with our hopes - Albion Fellows Bacon "A Song"

As if he knew a thousand more - Albion Fellows Bacon "Sufficiency"

Rung through the arches of Eternity - Albion Fellows Bacon "The Tower of Babel"

A chiller current swifter run - Albion Fellows Bacon "When Youth is Gone"

Crossed by shadows of the bending fern - Albion Fellows Bacon "Winter Beauty"

Fair with fringes of the frost - Albion Fellows Bacon "Winter Beauty"

Wherever cowslips crowded thick - Albion Fellows Bacon "Winter Beauty"

Like ghosts of flowers returned - Albion Fellows Bacon "Winter Beauty"


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On new strange roadways bound - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Bouncing Bet"

Cranberries strewn like unholy rosaries - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Coast Yarn"

Where swirls of silver imagery sweep - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Dock Drama"

Applause in broken scattering sound - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Dock Drama"

Revelled in cobwebs the twisted staircase wore - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Ghost House"

In this glittering piece-work world - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Ghost House"

No wonder the black mole tunnels under the garden loam - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Ghost House"

Under her knotted boards where wild kittens hide - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Ghost House"

Life is lanterned into Dream - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Nantucket Windows"

The cottage lights a hundred starlights follow - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Nantucket Windows"

Who walked with Science to mark the lights along dark ways - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Pathmaker (To Maria Mitchell)"

Rapt on ethereal roads of satellites - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Pathmaker (To Maria Mitchell)"

Beyond the brim of sparkling nebula meadows - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Pathmaker (To Maria Mitchell)"

Hang on the shivering wind-swept year - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Song of Scarlet"

Soft friendships of pretty paint and kindnesses of mortar - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Structures"

Heart-broken shapes that stand in field and sky - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Structures"


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Till in full worth it breaks at last - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Wreathes with a light ineffable - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Dispels the clouds of falsehood by her light - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Nor any of that host of glorious names - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

And swell the blast of fame through ev'ry age - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Who wastes the produce of an hundred fields - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

The loyal victim of a tyrant's reign - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Weak reeds which by the rivers stand - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

To make her royal mandates known - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Bade the world their lofty queen obey - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Where ruin echoes to destruction's calls - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

The owl's and the dragon's dow'r - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

Dwells in a desert by her ruins made - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"

When through the maze of history we stray - Thomas Bailey "Ireton"


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An exile with a broken rhyme - Roscoe W. Brink "Helen Is Ill"

My head upon the breast of time - Roscoe W. Brink "Helen Is Ill"

Hear the heart-beat of the hours - Roscoe W. Brink "Helen Is Ill"

Enter at the sunset gate - Roscoe W. Brink "Helen Is Ill"

Remembered like a yearning chord - Roscoe W. Brink "Helen Is Ill"


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The clatter of chalk against blackboard - George A. Baker "After the German"

The squadrons of the sun still hold - George A. Baker "De Lunatico"

And your own hastiness to blame - George A. Baker "A Reformer"

Bear not one gem of all her store - George A. Baker "A Rosebud in Lent"

Absorbed in high and holy dreams - George A. Baker "A Rosebud in Lent"


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The black and gold glassed-in air - J. Mae Barizo "Diorama"

Museum of monkey figurines and butterflies - J. Mae Barizo "Diorama"

Gallery of important and iridescent rocks - J. Mae Barizo "Diorama"

The whiteout of a spring blizzard - J. Mae Barizo "Indeterminacy"

I asked the river for answers - J. Mae Barizo "Indeterminacy"

The path was obscured by another person's tracks - J. Mae Barizo "Indeterminacy"


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Nostalgia is a volatile chemical - Ennis Rook Bashe "How to Hallucinate Your Zombie Lover"

The monarch butterfly of neurotoxins - Ennis Rook Bashe "How to Hallucinate Your Zombie Lover"

Set small fires to prevent larger ones - Ennis Rook Bashe "How to Hallucinate Your Zombie Lover"

It's the scythe of electricity - Ennis Rook Bashe "How to Hallucinate Your Zombie Lover"

An insubstantial repository of final words - Ennis Rook Bashe "How to Hallucinate Your Zombie Lover"

To see your blades fall at a tilt of my wrist - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

Yielding as molten gold - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

Make our moons birds of prey - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

They will learn how to hunt - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

Reclaimed emeralds pouring like stars down my neck - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

Deserts waiting to expel your bones - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"

Count patient years in false Earth days - Ennis Rook Bashe "We Have Slain the Savage Martians, but Their Princess Escaped"


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Through the lone watches of the silent night - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Leaping forth in swift and tireless flight - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Drinking deep pleasure from old Nature's wells - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Where the wild cat'ract in the sunlight plays - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

From the demon strive in vain to fly - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Cold and rayless in the starless gloom - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Time who speeds with never tiring flight - Alex. Lacey Beard, M.D. "A Sketch" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]


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Lamented wind of perfect sunrisings - Esther Belin "I hope to God you will not ask"

May share the same sun setting - Esther Belin "I hope to God you will not ask"

A tension blocking the wind - Esther Belin "I hope to God you will not ask"

A lasso spiraling my focus - Esther Belin "Personal Poem"

A warm caress leading me by the hand - Esther Belin "Personal Poem"

The something missing from this morning - Esther Belin "Personal Poem"


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Lovely flowers in gloomy forests grow - Blanche Benairde "Angels on Earth" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

His way is hedged with thorns - Blanche Benairde "Angels on Earth" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

An angel in love's vestment clad - Blanche Benairde "Angels on Earth" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

To wipe the bitter tear from Sorrow's eye - Blanche Benairde "Angels on Earth" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

And change life's desert to a living green - Blanche Benairde "Angels on Earth" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]


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That wailing wind in the darkness - Stephen Vincent Benet "Ad Atticum"

And climbed the ladder of swords that men call Life - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

That blasts like the breath of fulfilled Desire - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

When utter Defeat has gripped you fast - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

That hunts the wolf with the wounded hare - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

Glowing with the zeal of it - Stephen Vincent Benet "Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua"

When poison writhes within - Stephen Vincent Benet "Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua"

Wheeling in ordered state to form the runes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Always the Sonnetteer"

By the chained stalk of the uneasy mind - Stephen Vincent Benet "Always the Sonnetteer"

Whetting his sword on a bleak ridge - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

All the stars of hell are crying loud - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

The bright insult of that sparking brand - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

A field of salt wild fire has plowed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

I shall wander on the starry brink - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

Trembled in their fierce desire for air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Armed like an angel, blazoned like a king - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Praising them all for honest, quiet work - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Became a stir among corruption - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

With steady eyes of awful friendship - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Blazed with the pale dazzle of an April moon - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

As charging seas first seen at dawn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

A specter's gem in the shadow-playtime - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

For a space of quiet like myrrh - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

The smells of the onions trooped up the stairs together - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

Seared me white with burning scars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

Held the very Fiend at grips - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

All the blusterings of Hell - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

And every tree became an elf - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

Wheel for dim, celestial wars - Stephen Vincent Benet "Campus Sonnet: 1. Before an Examination"

And fire to strike men blind - Stephen Vincent Benet "Campus Sonnet: 2. Talk"

Crowned your hall with granite thorns - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Doling out mortality to Moloch and his bride - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Lazy paws of light claw idly up and down - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Lost together in a wood turned rock - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Filling the waves with colored fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

Up from some drowned city - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

That breaking wave of pain - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

When your braggarts of planets fade - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Leading the van of the long parade - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

The measured trample of Liberty's horses - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

A wind to shuffle the kings to sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Freedom's drums in the blood of the world - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Found a little whisky-flask of Irony - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Sugar-loaves from Paradise enriched our bread and milk - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Gloved your arms with Common-Sense - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

A bad dream's ice to choke you - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

And the grown-up phrases jangle - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

With awful maledictions on the two who were such fools - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Sing a silly song of apricots - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

A swarming, seething pot of plots and lies - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Where every day brings forth a fresh revolt - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

And curse her for a lamia - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Henceforth our speech is with spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Heralded with a mellow horn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

With a jangle of glass bars - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

A voice from ancient slaughters - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

Great ropes of gorgeous vapor - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Made half the sky one darkness - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

And broken the saints for bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Swift as the questing birds - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Gallant where wines are poured - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Love is an iron lord - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Only immortal fires to rend - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Strangled the waning moon - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The hard cup of the sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Now fire has parched the vine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

A golden horn of light - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The harsh taste of white poppies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Where poppies heap the marble vats - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Smoke climbing the sky's cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The price of many amethysts - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The first gray drops of dew - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Time dragged his slow sickle - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

A cobwebbed, yellow pot of honey - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Until the broken heavens streamed apart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Sit like a dead god incensed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Harrow the soil with spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

Pour your rain on the bitter tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

Time hoards our lives with gripping care - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

And fifty thousand unconvicted crimes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Embarked for desperate shores - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Now you are prouder grown than Troy - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Lashingly deep the acid stung - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Charring my soul's most stubborn plank - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Roused my rebels from their sleep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Whose eyes can beat down lions' eyes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

The stubborn sergeant men call Pride - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Hold a portion of your sacred gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

By steel and flame you taught - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Bloody coins from hands cut through - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

For every pageant of my foes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Through splitting earth and rending sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Poured out on earth the unconquerable sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Flowers that burn with crystalline accord - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Light heavy with drowning stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Dawn held the frozen flame an instant high - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

In the primal slumber of stones - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

The hills where old Titans feast - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Beautiful monstrous dreams - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Come alive at the nod of a god grown mute - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

On feet that outstripped the Hours - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Drawing all sunlight back to the hot deeps - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Hector's sword is asleep from war - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

As silver marries brass to make a bell - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Faint interlocking tentacles of sound - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Casually flung among a cloud of pines - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Queen of desperate alarms - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Though destruction be the priest - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Robbers afraid of pardon - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Whistling a tune between the plum and the cherry - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Each white-fire-leaf of a star distinct - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Hooded in dark and ashamed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Wet star-dust clung to the skin - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

With the pollen and seeds of dawn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

And in splinters of foam was gone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Caesar will listen with a little smile - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Slow-rising from the deep caves of his heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Thousands of footprints stamped in the red sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Nothing but scarlet sand and brassy sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

That burning march under a sky of flame - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Gems and ivory, spices and wines and oil - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Upon her Seven Hills Rome rules the seas and tides - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Dreadful as consuming fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The General Public"

Weaving glass and silk into a dream - Stephen Vincent Benet "Ghost of a Lunatic Asylum"

Had scrawled vague lines of gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

The empty sky in threads like glass - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

Looking through a maze of tiny stems - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

Order such shapes as a wizard air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

A wizard air weaves out of dreams - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Starved and wind-bitten oak - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Sun-wave or heart of star - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Have taken gold for your soul's treasury - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

This poor kettle, clay to all spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Whose jade prevails breaking Disaster's rods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

In his secret shrine hallows a wealth of gods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Praised with the lovely softness of fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Signs acclaim it amazed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Strives to wipe out his defeats - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

Now all vanishes in plots and gibes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

The things I built are shattered now - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

Never gave consent to those red days of massacre - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

The things are broken to which I aspired - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

From that drum of terrible stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The secret form of the soul is there in its terror - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Quickened the wraith with fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Vague, terrible, wounded forms - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The clouds will shower our lips with wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Watching the chariot moon trample the skies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Her lord walks chill as a cloud of snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Roaring the fame of the flying dart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The apparition that had once been Troy - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Cobalt from the cliffs of the sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

An angry dream before the Sphinx's feet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The exhalation of a furious thought - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Tall as the ghosts of Heaven's battlements - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

When the full moon bleaches the skies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

With the evil ice of his freezing heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Two more days for your sun to shine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The drowning shadow of a fading land - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And Time's cracked fingers number them all - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Her eyes are seas more quiet than sleep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And lean Menelaus is smiling sleet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And Helen and Troy are cold as the stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Saying one name for a thousand years - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

An old trumpet harsh with rust and gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The Sphinx stirred, shaking the drifted moonlight - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Death's bright arrow! Forgive me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Unreels in the road of the days and nights - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And the kites drop down in a ring - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Destiny's halter! Unloose me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Wisdom's mirror! Behold me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The cutworm crawls in the almond-flower - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The rats are eating the thrones of power - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Loosen your hair to the storm again - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Reeds when fire goes over the fen - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Give us drink for our bitter thirst - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The thieves that each priest has cursed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Whispering sea and the stars like lace - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A bud if the sap considered storm - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A rose if its petals thought of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Became magnificence for my hour - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Let them air the inn they keep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Mock with the thoughtlessness of cloud - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

In a low harshness of diminished sound - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Called Desire from his lightning - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Despair from her weaving old - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

As the swords ran out of their scabbards - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Light towards the dark secret heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A wordless sound of birth and anguish struggling - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Stone and ghost and dream - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Gone like vapor in the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And frugal housewives, strictly pennywise - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Cement burst jugs and make them healthy - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

You can't patch leaky clay - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Chintz that blinks with dragon's eyes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Most silent in those solitudes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lonely Burial"

A rout of dreams most impotent - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lonely Burial"

And blessed by Plato's snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

Caresses too sugared to be sweet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

From the gold of each new June - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

And wit declines to gall - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

Incredible conquests till the whole world reels - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

And still thrust traps into my path - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Within whose heart no spark of ancient fire burns - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

As forty brazen cohorts broke the foe - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Down in a mud of blood and dirt and wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

My love holds while the earth endures - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

A slender javelin tipped with light, hurled at the gods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

The old fool who mumbles of days past - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Prosperous leeches settling to their fare - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

A hand knocks inside my heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

No earth or sky or time in clocks - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

With the avalanche pound of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch-Time Along Broadway"

The wildcat quarrel of traffic - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch-Time Along Broadway"

The orbed gold of the viol's voice - Stephen Vincent Benet "A Minor Poet"

Loose net of words to deeds - Stephen Vincent Benet "Music"

Into the free companionship of air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

A mad prophet in a land of dearth - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

Spilling its star-dust back to dust again - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

Clasps his hands in the wine-chill air - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Burn the black water of night's lagoons - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

My jackdaw Muse of the rebel and dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Steal one note from the silver babble - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Pipes that Pan left whispering under a tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Stretch but a claw toward the dream-voiced pipes - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Eros, lord of the honey and flame - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

To be taught and tamed by their crystal wills - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Fling to them mountains to overcome - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Every immortal must put on dust - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

When Death has unloosened his strangling cord - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

And know there was an end to pain - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

The banner struck with darts like sleet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Half-shadowings of the thing I meant - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Blurred visions of a clear intent - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Romantic gilt, sardonic brine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

My body for a calling-card - Stephen Vincent Benet "P. P. C.--Madam Life"

Strikes the stones with his oaken stick - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

A chattering wind piped loud of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

A tarnished button, a scrap of blue - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Your plow is chained to a deadly yoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Fate and the furrow have cloven straight - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Two stone posts and a gate between - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Her soul was steel and her eyes were bleak - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Strains at the weight of a buried stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Crushed me with an iron yoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "Poor Devil!"

Caught in the meshes of Eternity - Stephen Vincent Benet "Poor Devil!"

Taste the elegant tortures of Despair - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Puzzle for days on one particular stare - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

What mournful musics wander over it - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Too petty for such noble warning - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Make the sun our rendezvous - Stephen Vincent Benet "Positively the Last Performance!"

And makes us less divisible than stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Positively the Last Performance!"

Sunlight where a ruby bled - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

Damned souls had never much to tell - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

They've stopped the Lethe, down in Hell - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

Like twisted charms of hot lead - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

In one vast hunger of desire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

A golden ball in fountains dancing - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Lethe is for no man set - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

And fall like jackstraws - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

The evil flames of driftwood - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

To endless quiet, golden peace - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Base wine from an ignoble cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

A glittering torture of cold stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Broke upon them like a million swords - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

And scattered in sweet wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Storming, thrashing arrows of the rain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Dripping on the roofs and rods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

The clouds' tall banners streamed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Coming in with thunderings and strife - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Caught in the terrier mouth of rain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

My mind kept on its burning wheel - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Its blazing wheel of great aims lost - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

A black shield thrust down on earth - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

We shall ascend Olympus yet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Whose very names would burn the cheek - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

That proud armadas' trampled shards - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Your blades bit deep for their hire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

The blood-grapes drip for you drinking - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I follow the star that's sinking - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Your cressets are fed with spices - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Offer a share of your brigand-sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Gave her youth like a burning rose - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Would not turn for the thunderclap - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

And the drums of defeat before me - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Roll your hands in the honey of life - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Poison the steel of the plunging dart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I march to my ruin with such a heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I have herded the stars like cattle - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Toiled like yoked black oxen - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

And vanish in the intense blue - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

A thousand glittering spears of sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

Javelins of grass and sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

The trident-flame of the mind fails - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

Arrayed with stars as a garment - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

A feasting where mailed kings break bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

Burns like snow upon the mind - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Colder than leopards' eyes the arc - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Black wind runs trotting to the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Knotted and cramped by fingering cold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Hung the doors with griefs - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Fear was a grape I crushed to wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Where all the freezing stars go round - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Lift the air that weighs like ice - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Built my house with Pain for wall - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Chaste paradigms that never sold themselves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Adverbs from the leaf-talk of the elves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

And climb the crags that tower in my brain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Where Ocean plays with his amaranthian ships - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Pricked clear against a splash of woad - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

As we draw near the gallows-tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

A fog that came like bitter smoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Still had strength for laughter and scorn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Stealthy and slow as a hidden sin - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Spared from death to live accursed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Dragging slow chains the hours went by - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Stretched on a heap of poisoned arrows - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Four hoofs of fire beat out refrain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Knight of battered and unblazoned arms - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Entwined with flowers and poison-leaves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

And let the crabs hack at my armor - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Wretched Palomides whom dreams torment - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Wolves over a spilled bone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Settling well his harp upon his back - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Sauterne and quinine, saccharine and gall - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

Ruffians dicing long beneath blurred candles - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

Pours each sparkling hope before me - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

He slips a painted acid in the drink - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

The strength of the flood, the might of the falling snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

The cry of the bitter clay to the God who devised it carrion - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Crushed by machining, implacable hours - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Dim and aimless on a dolorous way - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

The march of the ant-hill crowds below - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

And the lost horns of the taxis cry - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

And burns at the scythe that reaps - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Wheat that will not be bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Trampling my soul with hammers - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Braving the crags of ether - Stephen Vincent Benet "Winged Man"

Straddled the wings of Boreas - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Where the moons of desire float anchored - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Vinegar Time must scour the cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Pour me the stars of the seraphim - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Mumbling out dull obscenity - Stephen Vincent Benet "Young Blood"

As if all Hell were crushed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Young Blood"


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Strange to be claimed by a dream - Lou Barrett "The Account"

The night's secret dissolves at dawn - Lou Barrett "Address Book"

Step out of girlhood's orchard - Lou Barrett "At a Jerusalem Market"

A sun's landing between eucalyptus trees - Lou Barrett "At a Jerusalem Market"

Nailed in a frame of terror - Lou Barrett "At a Jerusalem Market"

Letting the ink of night in - Lou Barrett "Black Milk"

Foxglove and zinnia fold their colors - Lou Barrett "Brief Truance"

A Ferris Wheel in winter - Lou Barrett "Coney Island Afternoon"

The moon hums a slow psalm - Lou Barrett "Cradle Song"

Taps a twig into the notch of the hemlock - Lou Barrett "Cradle Song"

A brief wafting of a heart's tune - Lou Barrett "Cradle Song"

Into the shrill dirge of birds - Lou Barrett "Death of a Son Before His Time"

Spinning on beauty and hope - Lou Barrett "Double Portrait with Wineglass"

Spilling a palette of wine - Lou Barrett "Double Portrait with Wineglass"

From a remote region of dream - Lou Barrett "Fanny"

Keep this foundling self - Lou Barrett "Fanny"

Where Hammurabi made firm wings of law - Lou Barrett "Fertile Crescent"

Somewhere at the fevered edge of day - Lou Barrett "Forty and Eight: 1943"

Freight cars at the stations of your heart - Lou Barrett "Forty and Eight: 1943"

Sun hanging from clothespin - Lou Barrett "Kore"

Where seasonless imagination heeds no commands - Lou Barrett "Kore"

Where a dream is no illusion - Lou Barrett "Kore"

Sit in the overflow of grace notes - Lou Barrett "Notes on a Thursday Feast"

If the diary of a heart pales - Lou Barrett "Notes on a Thursday Feast"

Save radiances on the way home - Lou Barrett "Notes on a Thursday Feast"

Eat cod liver oil and oatmeal - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

While you tasted buttercups - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

Made yourself a mustache of gold - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

Licking purple from your palm - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

A rumpled sky forever unrolling - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

Then you knew forever can end - Lou Barrett "Oliver Hill Hotel: 1932"

Aroused in the thrill of wind - Lou Barrett "Once and Sixteen"

The jangle of onyx earrings dangling - Lou Barrett "Once and Sixteen"

Leans into the eye of a joke - Lou Barrett "Red Lunch Basket"

Waiting for the cries of cousins - Lou Barrett "Red Lunch Basket"

Who grip the unending space - Lou Barrett "Red Lunch Basket"

Drew gossip from mouths of a well - Lou Barrett "The Red Cord"

Beyond the grievances of the bare elm - Lou Barrett "Retrieving a Frozen Newspaper"

Beyond the frost of breathing - Lou Barrett "Retrieving a Frozen Newspaper"

The door swinging open both ways - Lou Barrett "Seachange"

A batch of Picasso's passion flowers - Lou Barrett "Time's Fool"

With elegies from the labyrinth - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"

The ghosts of my platoon - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"

A live wire runs between us - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"

Eight thousand sunsets ago - Lou Barrett "The Unraveling"

Taking courage in a song - Lou Barrett "The Unraveling"

A flotsam of ill-omens washed these shores - Lou Barrett "The Unraveling"

Celebrating the passage and the sorrow - Lou Barrett "The Unraveling"

Away from all vanishing - Lou Barrett "A Wait in the Garden"

The secret scent of ancient waters - Lou Barrett "Young Fisher King"


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Who pick up sticks and stones - Nina Bagley "Gathering"

Old wasp nests fallen by the door - Nina Bagley "Gathering"

With holes that look like the eyes of owls - Nina Bagley "Gathering"

Not whole but lovely in their brokenness - Nina Bagley "Gathering"

Pockets filled with remnants of a day - Nina Bagley "Gathering"


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Mocks the deep, unconscious of the storm - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

High sparkling fountains catch a rainbow light - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Cradled in the lap of years - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

To the perfect zenith of its prime - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Took no favor from the hands of Time - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Poured out the tribute of their wealth - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Shows a maze without a clue - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Murder followed in the track of zeal - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Factions of the circus and the shrine - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Lifts the cup and breathes the prayer - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

In the tempest of the battle's strife - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Zeal in the rear and valor in the van - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Triumphant Venice spread her lion banner - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Cast its gauntlet at the tyrant Time - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

Sea-girt shrines of battle and of song - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"

A brighter star on Hope's horizon - William C.S. Blair "Byzantium"


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Ending with that blade of rusted teeth - Nickole Brown "Black bird, red wing"

A fast-driving diesel flatbed of felled trees - Nickole Brown "Black bird, red wing"

Between that chugging machine and the concrete barrier - Nickole Brown "Black bird, red wing"

We lean towards letters that do not bend - Nickole Brown "Black bird, red wing"

The shape of a man trying to hold up the ceiling - Nickole Brown "Black bird, red wing"

A tumbleweed down the waxed hallway - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

Outside flick of life at the mercy of these coming winds - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

These rising waters filthy and licking with flames - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

Caw and fuss among what brittle branches left - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

Already dead but refusing to fall - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

Step from the mouths of your dens and speak - Nickole Brown "Mercy"

Let us not with one stone kill - Nickole Brown "Parable"

An iteration of the many names of god - Nickole Brown "Parable"

The confused rooster stuttering - Nickole Brown "Parable"

Tunnel up from the dark - Nickole Brown "Parable"

A parable you don't understand - Nickole Brown "Parable"

Only one thing worth hearing - Nickole Brown "Parable"

Let my ears go secret agent - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Reverbing even the hum of stone - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Each broadcast and jingle tricking me - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Our tambourining and fireworking distractions - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Let my hands quit their clapping - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Let me triangulate icy shuffling under snow - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

But understand the notes through each syrinx - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Each companion call and alarm - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Teach the drum within that dark to drum again - Nickole Brown "Prayer to be Still and Know"

Flip off this lightbox and its scroll of dread - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

Rip a tiny tear between this world and that - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

One of those old-fashioned peeping keyholes - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

The teeth hot in the mouth of a raccoon - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

The blue eye of that young crow cocked to me - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

Give me back my dirty claws and blood-warm horns - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

Those long-frayed endings of every nerve tingling - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

A sorrow on the air I taste but cannot name - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

And know the exact flavor of what's to come - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

Sound a language that calls all language home - Nickole Brown "A Prayer to Talk to Animals"

Spiked with all the dirty talk a snail could want - Nickole Brown "Self-Portrait as Land Snail"

Cupid's got nothing on this mollusk congress - Nickole Brown "Self-Portrait as Land Snail"

When I finally made a home for my body - Nickole Brown "Self-Portrait as Land Snail"

I needed to fire an arrow of my damn own - Nickole Brown "Self-Portrait as Land Snail"

When the wind frenzied up a snow globe of petals - Nickole Brown "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Delighted by a congregation of trees celebrating - Nickole Brown "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Delighted by life's parade throwing its confetti down - Nickole Brown "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

In a season that had forgotten how to be cold - Nickole Brown "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

How never to start the night empty - Nickole Brown "Wild Thing"

Would trash the whole shift with the rattle of pocket change - Nickole Brown "Wild Thing"

Cardboard crammed between wind-rattled panes - Nickole Brown "Wild Thing"

Until the floor stung my feet awake with cold - Nickole Brown "Wild Thing"

Though no one believed it or cared to see - Nickole Brown "Wild Thing"


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The closer you are to an irreversible apocalypse - Catherine Barnett "Amor Fati"

Bid these joys farewell - Catherine Barnett "Amor Fati"

Made a list of obsessions - Catherine Barnett "The August Preoccupations"

Feel a little less, know a little more - Catherine Barnett “Epistemology”

Who taught me to burn - Catherine Barnett “Epistemology”

They can be said to love - Catherine Barnett “Epistemology”

The ocean saved in a jar - Catherine Barnett "Living Room Altar"

The blackberry against the trellis - Catherine Barnett "Living Room Altar"

My inner clown is full of hope - Catherine Barnett "O Esperanza!"

A long line of aerial cartwheels - Catherine Barnett "The Specious Present"

Past language into anachronistic light - Catherine Barnett "The Specious Present"

Time with its own logic - Catherine Barnett "2020"


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Spin bodies to the wall and back - Samiya Bashir "At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac"

We are a stopped carousel - Samiya Bashir "At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac"

sold for poker chips - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

gaudy with cobalt wishing stones - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

fill it with maple trees gone gaudy - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

to name something blue - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

what ergot saddles we ride - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

laser dots through another chalk outline - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"

things i won't be answering - Samiya Bashir "i traveled the world. it was fine."

Tunnels eat men like penance - Samiya Bashir "John Henry crosses the threshold--"

The same slow steps as our hide-and-seek sun - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"

Hot hands ablaze with spent matches - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"

Warned how these solar winds would leave - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"

Brown and bruised as apples over-ripe - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"

on the boiled side of melt - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

flaunt flames deep into december - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

walk beneath the canopy of me - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

tomorrow is another country - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

can't forget water while i drown - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

maybe this quiet is a star - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

just as orbited by garbage - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"

The problem of a street game - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"

Cross the crowded corner - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"

The smell of holes burning pockets - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"


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Alarmed and stubborn clock - Erin Belieu "As for the Heart"

Fractious as a pair of cowboy boots - Erin Belieu "As for the Heart"

A concerto's saddest oboe - Erin Belieu "As for the Heart"

What our world got wrong - Erin Belieu "Dum Spiro Spero"

The ghost who rents your eyes - Erin Belieu "Dum Spiro Spero"

Of percolation and policy - Erin Belieu "Field"

The raw end of your squared off world - Erin Belieu "Field"

The 23rd mansion of the moon - Erin Belieu "Field"

Enough to avoid making an easy sum - Erin Belieu "Pity the Doctor, Not the Disease"

Nights curled sulfurous on my side - Erin Belieu "Pity the Doctor, Not the Disease"

Our world's long spree of Caesars - Erin Belieu "Pity the Doctor, Not the Disease"

Celebrate the poison we're all swimming in - Erin Belieu "Pity the Doctor, Not the Disease"

Pearls along the water's skin - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

By this moonlight's near-sighted courtesy - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

White lights in the mimosa trees - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

Blurry pearls along the water's skin - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

Moonlight's near-sighted courtesy - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

Nemesis without a zipper for escape - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

Her trajectory pretty as any arrow's - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"

Two hawks courting in a dead drop - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"


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A memory of each mad sunset's fire - Paul Bewsher "Autumn Regrets"

Haunting shapes and goblin cares - Paul Bewsher "Chelsea"

Lost beneath the tranquil blue - Paul Bewsher "Cloud Thoughts"

Angels wander as they hymn - Paul Bewsher "Clouds"

The blue and white enamel of the skies - Paul Bewsher "The Country Beautiful"

Stained with amethyst and amber dyes - Paul Bewsher "The Country Beautiful"

Hidden prize of fragrant violets - Paul Bewsher "The Country Beautiful"

Cast elusive perfume on each hour - Paul Bewsher "The Country Beautiful"

Daisies white in generous flood - Paul Bewsher "The Crash"

Wreck of splintered wood and twisted wire - Paul Bewsher "The Crash"

A little fleet of anchored ships - Paul Bewsher "The Dawn Patrol"

Upon the vision of October days - Paul Bewsher "Dreams of Autumn"

From out the roll of dreaming children - Paul Bewsher "A Fallen Leaf"

Deep in the crumbling bridge's shade - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

My restless hands hold fast the wheel - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

The winds a thousand devils hold - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

Like a sparrow tempest-tost - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

A torture in each nerve - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

Imagination brings its evil thoughts - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

Across Titania's golden streams - Paul Bewsher "The Horrors of Flying"

Untrammelled in the boundless air - Paul Bewsher "The Joy of Flying"

Which scarcely stir the growing grain - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

Must desecrate this silent time - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

Upon my midnight quest - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

Rise towards the scattered stars - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

Which crawl on secret errands - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

A thief at darkest midnight - Paul Bewsher "The Night Raid"

When grey trouble looms so near - Paul Bewsher "The Star"

How bright is Earth's rich gown - Paul Bewsher "Three Triolets: Colours"

With the chill and heartless lilies - Paul Bewsher "To Hilda"

Their years they fill with dross - Paul Bewsher "To Hilda"


As of 27 Nov. 2023, this poet has no Wikipedia page or poets.org page. The book these came from has a publication date of 1917 and was found on Project Gutenberg.


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Fast as the law would allow - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

Not wanting to be an occasion of temptation - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

This is my father's chosen country - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

Returning, as always, to the past - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

Fruition is also destruction - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

In the debris of the past - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

Think of the remorse of Oedipus - Frank Bidart "California Plush"

The thousand technologies of ecstasy - Frank Bidart "For the Twentieth Century"

Accomplished through you - Frank Bidart "The Ghost"

To himself indelible - Frank Bidart "The Ghost"

From human memory, erased - Frank Bidart "The Ghost"

Hungry, unappeasable furious spirit - Frank Bidart "The Ghost"

At the fourth hour of the night - Frank Bidart "Love Incarnate"

Narrative designed to confer existence - Frank Bidart "Queer"

To cease for a time to exist - Frank Bidart "Song [You know that it is there]"


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