somethingdarker | Mar. 1st, 2010

Mar. 1st, 2010

Unhinged rhizomes heap - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

Clumped grief of an old barrow - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

The crow's luxury of carrion - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

Syntax is the bacteria of desire - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

We could fail the future - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

From the peatmoss of our winter-keep - Serena Chopra "Garden Variety with Lesbians"

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Tongues of stone - Gabrielle Civil "19th Birthday in Paris"

Question mark of candles - Gabrielle Civil "19th Birthday in Paris"

Waiting for breath - Gabrielle Civil "19th Birthday in Paris"

Of desire and gasoline - Gabrielle Civil "19th Birthday in Paris"

Prepared to press your luck - Gabrielle Civil "Three of Cups"

A carnival ride in the rain - Gabrielle Civil "Three of Cups"

Bars accumulating like compound interest - Gabrielle Civil "Three of Cups"

This grave spiral of hands - Gabrielle Civil "Three of Cups"

My pockets turned out to tiny ghosts - Gabrielle Civil "Three of Cups"

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The band of Gideon roam the sky - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "The Band of Gideon"

The howling wind is their war-cry - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "The Band of Gideon"

The lightning's flash their vengeful steel - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "The Band of Gideon"

And view the earth with baleful eye - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "The Band of Gideon"

With earthquake, storm and burning brand - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "The Band of Gideon"

To make my dream-children live - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "A Prayer"

On the dusty earth-drum beats - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "Rain Music"

Would not tarry if I could be gone - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr "Sonnet [I would not tarry if I could be gone]"

The path where calls my eager mind - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr "Sonnet [I would not tarry if I could be gone]"

In this valley with the moaning wind - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr "Sonnet [I would not tarry if I could be gone]"

Abide with never a glimpse of dawn - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr "Sonnet [I would not tarry if I could be gone]"

So weary of waiting the dawn - Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. "Supplication"

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However slight the winning - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "Dr. Booker T. Washington to the National Negro Business League"

That was sweet to my soul - Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. "My Song"

The bully of the bootleg town - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Tragedy of Pete"

Crooning a lilt to corn and rye - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Tragedy of Pete"

A heart at the mile's end beckons - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Way-Side Well"

Will question the well for my secret - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Way-Side Well"

Strike lightning to the road - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Way-Side Well"

And saints miss their crown - Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. "The Way-Side Well"

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With gently smiling jaws - Lewis Carroll "The Crocodile"

Blow your trumpets till they crack - Lewis Carroll "Fame's Penny-Trumpet"

Where great Plato paced serene - Lewis Carroll "Fame's Penny-Trumpet"

Nor vex the ghosts of other days - Lewis Carroll "Fame's Penny-Trumpet"

Idols of a petty clique - Lewis Carroll "Fame's Penny-Trumpet"

With pilfered shreds of learning - Lewis Carroll "Fame's Penny-Trumpet"

A tooth-ache in each spoonful - Lewis Carroll "Four Riddles I"

Like sweet bells jangled - Lewis Carroll "Four Riddles II"

To depths of frantic folly - Lewis Carroll "Four Riddles IV"

A den of dark and deadly mazes - Lewis Carroll "Four Riddles IV"

As of dogs that howl in concert - Lewis Carroll "Hiawatha's Photographing"

As of cats that wail in chorus - Lewis Carroll "Hiawatha's Photographing"

Brought to arrange their disputes - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Would joke with hyaenas - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Navigation was always a difficult art - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

With a flavour of Will-o-the wisp - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Frequently breakfasts at five o'clock tea - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Set him conundrums to guess - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

You may seek it with thimbles - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Each working the grindstone in turn - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Boil it in sawdust - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Salt it in glue - Lewis Carroll "The Hunting of the Snark"

Soothed her secret sorrow - Lewis Carroll "Melancholetta"

Such cheerful words to borrow - Lewis Carroll "Melancholetta"

In solemn silence swallowed - Lewis Carroll "Melancholetta"

With eyes of wrath and wonder - Lewis Carroll "Phantasmagoria: Canto II. Hys Fyve Rules"

Till nerve and force are spent - Lewis Carroll "Phantasmagoria: Canto VI. Dyscomfyture"

That crowns the upward track - Lewis Carroll "Phantasmagoria: Canto VI. Dyscomfyture"

Just as they chance to fall - Lewis Carroll "Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur"

All very well for a spree - Lewis Carroll "A Sea Dirge"

Coffee with sand for dregs - Lewis Carroll "A Sea Dirge"

High prices profit those who sell - Lewis Carroll "Tema con Variazioni"

Find a solace in the soup - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The First Voice"

Lost in the echoes of the cave - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Second Voice"

Wildly tangled evidence - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Second Voice"

Darkness toppling from the height - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Second Voice"

The feathery train of granite Night - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Second Voice"

Tears kindle not the doubtful spark - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Third Voice"

The jargon of the howling main - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Third Voice"

Soundless as ghost's intended tread - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Third Voice"

Pursue me like a sleepless hound - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Third Voice"

With crimson-dashed and eager jaws - Lewis Carroll "The Three Voices: The Third Voice"

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When the pale stars fade at dawn - C.S. Calverley "Arcades Ambo"

When the glowworm lights her torch - C.S. Calverley "Arcades Ambo"

Regal as Juno's own - C.S. Calverley "Companion: A Tale of a Grandfather"

To prowl by a misty pond - C.S. Calverley "Companion: A Tale of a Grandfather"

Yet feel no aching void - C.S. Calverley "Contentment"

That shrink from garish noon - C.S. Calverley "Evening"

And bite my thumb at the world - C.S. Calverley "First Love"

In the midst of a dazzled conclave - C.S. Calverley "Flight"

A feast for your scholars and sages - C.S. Calverley "Flight"

Fling wide immortality's portal - C.S. Calverley "Flight"

And the ox becomes delirious - C.S. Calverley "Lines on Hearing the Organ"

Tell me fifty thousand things - C.S. Calverley "Lines on Hearing the Organ"

We journeyed in parallels - C.S. Calverley "Lovers, and a Reflection"

Which the sunbeams flatter - C.S. Calverley "Lovers and a Reflection"

Borrow from blithe tomorrow - C.S. Calverley "Lovers and a Reflection"

All the brave rhymes of an elder day - C.S. Calverley "Lovers, and a Reflection"

Laid it where the sunbeams fall - C.S. Calverley "Motherhood"

The bulfinch marks me stealing by - C.S. Calverley "Sad Memories"

The cat expects hard knocks - C.S. Calverley "Sad Memories"

Skies that tempt the swallow back - C.S. Calverley "Waiting"

Rocks like lilies in a storm - C.S. Calverley "Waiting"

Glanced with envy at the swallows - C.S. Calverley "Wanderers"

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The glorious day's renown - Thomas Campbell "The Battle of the Baltic"

To battle fierce came forth - Thomas Campbell "The Battle of the Baltic"

Like the hurricane eclipse - Thomas Campbell "The Battle of the Baltic"

We conquer but to save - Thomas Campbell "The Battle of the Baltic"

And the mermaid's song condoles - Thomas Campbell "The Battle of the Baltic"

Alone by the wind-beaten hill - Thomas Campbell "Exile of Erin"

His eye's sad devotion - Thomas Campbell "Exile of Erin"

Replace me in a mansion of peace - Thomas Campbell "Exile of Erin"

Unscourged by Superstition's rod - Thomas Campbell "Hallowed Ground"

Commanding fires of death - Thomas Campbell "Hohenlinden"

To join the dreadful revelry - Thomas Campbell "Hohenlinden"

The sun himself must die - Thomas Campbell "The Last Man"

Let oblivion's curtain fall - Thomas Campbell "The Last Man"

Test of all sumless agonies - Thomas Campbell "The Last Man"

To drink this last and bitter cup - Thomas Campbell "The Last Man"

The darkening universe defy - Thomas Campbell "The Last Man"

Three days we've fled together - Thomas Campbell "Lord Ullin's Daughter"

When storms prepare to part - Thomas Campbell "The Rainbow"

Enchantment's veil withdraws - Thomas Campbell "The Rainbow"

What lovely visions yield their place - Thomas Campbell "The Rainbow"

When its yellow lustre smiled - Thomas Campbell "The Rainbow"

Mirrored in the ocean vast - Thomas Campbell "The Rainbow"

Shall with jubilee ring - Thomas Campbell "Song of the Greeks"

Our hearths shall be kindled in gladness - Thomas Campbell "Song of the Greeks"

Purpled the beaks of our ravens - Thomas Campbell "Song of the Greeks"

The battle and the breeze - Thomas Campbell "Ye Mariners of England"

With thunders from her native oak - Thomas Campbell "Ye Mariners of England"

Till danger's troubled night depart - Thomas Campbell "Ye Mariners of England"

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Malcontents and mutineers - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

Must blessing reap in tears - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

Proud of borrowed spoils - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

Quits his own vine's securing shade - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

Caught in every wanton snare - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

By cultivating his own woe - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

Who buys sorrow cheapest - Charles Cotton "Contentation"

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Obscurist night involved - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

Such a destined wretch as I - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

To check the vessel's course - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

Delayed not to bestow - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

His transient respite past - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

Misery still delights to trace - William Cowper "The Cast-Away"

While the rat is on the scout - William Cowper "The Cricket"

With what vermin else infest - William Cowper "The Cricket"

Nor swifter greyhound follow - William Cowper "Epitaph on a Hare"

Beneath this walnut shade - William Cowper "Epitaph on a Hare"

Conscious of the tears I shed - William Cowper "Lines on Receiving His Mother's Picture"

Farewells are a sound unknown - William Cowper "Lines on Receiving His Mother's Picture"

The record fair that memory keeps - William Cowper "Lines on Receiving His Mother's Picture"

Eight hundred of the brave - W. Cowper "Loss of the Royal George"

No tempest gave the shock - W. Cowper "Loss of the Royal George"

Though chased with furious heat - William Cowper "On a Spaniel called "Beau" killing a Young Bird"

The blackbird has fled to another retreat - William Cowper "The Poplar Field"

A lyre with other strings - William Cowper "To Mary Unwin"

A Book by seraphs writ - William Cowper "To Mary Unwin"

All thy threads with magic art - William Cowper "To the Same"

Language uttered in a dream - William Cowper "To the Same"

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Where shall affliction from itself retire? - George Crabbe "The Library"

We fly to silent scenes in vain - George Crabbe "The Library"

Veils in clouds the sun's meridian beam - George Crabbe "The Library"

When the soul is labouring in despair - George Crabbe "The Library"

Dreads the tempest, but invokes the breeze - George Crabbe "The Library"

The ghost of every former danger - George Crabbe "The Library"

And laugh at all the little strife of time - George Crabbe "The Library"

To lead the willing mind through History's mazes - George Crabbe "The Library"

Lost and bewilder'd in the vast desire - George Crabbe "The Library"

A painful candidate for lasting fame - George Crabbe "The Library"

From men of study, and from men of straw - George Crabbe "The Library"

Awaked to war the long-contending foes - George Crabbe "The Library"

Too well they act the prophet's fatal part - George Crabbe "The Library"

Here the dormant fury rests unsought - George Crabbe "The Library"

Zeal sleeps soundly by the foes she fought - George Crabbe "The Library"

Few sparks of genius, and no spark of grace - George Crabbe "The Library"

Rejecting all that lies beyond her view - George Crabbe "The Library"

Advancing still in Nature's maze - George Crabbe "The Library"

Which transient virtue seeks to cure in vain - George Crabbe "The Library"

Who knows no good unmix'd and pure - George Crabbe "The Library"

Spreads desolations round a guilty land - George Crabbe "The Library"

Atone for each imposter's wild mistakes - George Crabbe "The Library"

Buried in dust and lost in silence, dwell - George Crabbe "The Library"

And spread their guardian terrors round the land - George Crabbe "The Library"

And justice vainly each expedient tries - George Crabbe "The Library"

Time conceals the objects from our view - George Crabbe "The Library"

How caution watches at the lips of fraud - George Crabbe "The Library"

Most lavish and most coy - George Crabbe "Parish Register: Part I. Baptisms"

A meat for every mind - George Crabbe "Parish Register: Part I. Baptisms"

By wizard-power upheld - George Crabbe "Parish Register: Part I. Baptisms"

In tinsel trappings of poetic pride - George Crabbe "The Village"

Broken from the withering tree - George Crabbe "The Village"

Mends the broken hedge with icy thorn - George Crabbe "The Village"

Without the sorrows of a slow decay - George Crabbe "The Village"

The clamours of the crowd below - George Crabbe "The Village"

Plucks the scrap from pride - George Crabbe "The Village"

With zeal to combat fears - George Crabbe "The Village"

As other Nymphs are won - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

Joys that soon decay - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

That break the arm of Toil - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

With anger or with shame repair - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

In all the kindred vices trace - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

In varied fortune past - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

Our lofty hopes and longing eyes - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

The tardy zeal of future days - George Crabbe "The Village: Book II"

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Where hearts forget to weep - W. Wilfred Campbell "Beyond the Hills of Dream"

The harvests of fancy reap - W. Wilfred Campbell "Beyond the Hills of Dream"

Driven by our demon master - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

In the wild October dawning - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

Mad, late children of the year - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

Haunted children of the foam - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

Through the night's mad melodies - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

From the failing hearts of care - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Children of the Foam"

Garment of a thousand loves - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

A shroud of glooming stone - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

While sad October moans and roves - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

Who dreamed old summers - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

This ruined verge of time - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

Dead vines knocking at the pane - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

To meet the vastness and the storm - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

Some splendor rifts the dark - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

Nor heart of doubting prove - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"

In the wreck of that ruined world - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Dryad"

Dimmed their tapers of gold - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Dryad"

Of the splendid thousand years - W. Wilfred Campbell "England"

Should threaten her iron repose - W. Wilfred Campbell "England"

Where the great war banners are furled - W. Wilfred Campbell "England"

For as long as conquest holds - W. Wilfred Campbell "England"

Violet splendor melting down - W. Wilfred Campbell "Glory of the Dying Day"

Heralded by stars divine - W. Wilfred Campbell "Glory of the Dying Day"

The imps of pain and care - W. Wilfred Campbell "Her Look"

All sorrow's fiends accurst - W. Wilfred Campbell "Her Look"

The leaden loaf of care - W. Wilfred Campbell "Her Look"

In swamps the lizard's lonesome lute - W. Wilfred Campbell "How One Winter Came"

The tree-toad trilled his dream - W. Wilfred Campbell "How One Winter Came"

Still hushed the season's mood - W. Wilfred Campbell "How One Winter Came"

Felt the winter in my veins - W. Wilfred Campbell "How One Winter Came"

The north's wild vibrant strains - W. Wilfred Campbell "How One Winter Came"

Some ruined trunk thy citadel - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Humming Bee"

June's high-tide on bank and bower - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Humming Bee"

Round the bastions of our fate - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Humming Bee"

Wrapt in wealth of honeyed dreams - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Humming Bee"

And words of prophet-flame - W. Wilfred Campbell "In Holyrood"

As bonds of brittle wood - W. Wilfred Campbell "In Holyrood"

Her adamantine passions - W. Wilfred Campbell "In Holyrood"

These tears of weird remorse - W. Wilfred Campbell "In Holyrood"

Master of this ruined house - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Last Prayer"

The mortgage closed, outruns the lease - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Last Prayer"

Crumbled in one red crucible - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Last Prayer"

Through all the paradises seven - W. Wilfred Campbell "Lazarus"

A tremulous star-built stair - W. Wilfred Campbell "Lazarus"

Into the spaces of the deep abyss - W. Wilfred Campbell "Lazarus"

An infinite shore with gaping ghosts - W. Wilfred Campbell "Lazarus"

The word that girdles the world - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Lazarus of Empires"

Who feeds on the crumbs - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Lazarus of Empires"

That girdles the world with its thunders - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Lazarus of Empires"

Beats no drums to her battles - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Lazarus of Empires"

Gives no triumphs her name - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Lazarus of Empires"

Crimson glories, bloom, and song - W. Wilfred Campbell "Love"

When hope's wings fanned the air - W. Wilfred Campbell "Love"

All weirds of haunted ancientness - W. Wilfred Campbell "Morning"

Some chattering squirrel answers - W. Wilfred Campbell "Morning on the Shore"

As morning wakened by the thrush - W. Wilfred Campbell "Out of Pompeii"

The scornful earth-flung pence - W. Wilfred Campbell "Pan the Fallen"

The time of the midnight dead - W. Wilfred Campbell "Peniel"

Like brooks of human tears - W. Wilfred Campbell "Peniel"

And read my spirit's dower - W. Wilfred Campbell "Peniel"

Which Hephaistos did build - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

His great chariot built of fire - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

The circles of perishing suns - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

All things named of earth or heaven - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Cruel wolves of superstition - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

By a petty wall of time - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Passionate as the rose of sleep - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Purple shut in gold - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

The meadow's budding asphodels - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Breathing flame of pride and power - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Shot trembling to the blue - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Veils of fierce cobwebby fires - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Reins clutched in his titan hands - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Meadows of the dew build dawn - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Wreathed about in terrible splendors - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Pearly foam from golden bridles - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

On steely anvils of the stars - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Shining rivers with their brimming floors - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

With sombre hauntings fled - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Hidden in caves and coral glooms - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

The morn's ambrosial meads - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Opening to dawn's young footsteps - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Like a serpent curled in sleep - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

In coral dreams I rest - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

'Tis only the rat that squeals - W. Wilfred Campbell "A Present-Day Creed"

Down under the iron hoof - W. Wilfred Campbell "A Present-Day Creed"

Only the art survives - W. Wilfred Campbell "A Present-Day Creed"

Where some mad siren ever sings - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

The mighty wrecks in that weird span - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

Cradled in her soft voice - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

One of the mart-made helots - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

The universe of ocean dwelt - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

Through the bars of twilight rifted - W. Wilfred Campbell "Sebastian Cabot"

The North's wild vibrant lyre - W. Wilfred Campbell "September in the Laurentian Hills"

Rouses the bitter armies of the cold - W. Wilfred Campbell "September in the Laurentian Hills"

Lands of winter and death - W. Wilfred Campbell "To the Ottawa"

Regions of ruin and age - W. Wilfred Campbell "To the Ottawa"

Space of solitudes lost - W. Wilfred Campbell "To the Ottawa"

Scion of thunder and frost - W. Wilfred Campbell "To the Ottawa"

Shrivelled and wind-moaning night - W. Wilfred Campbell "To the Ottawa"

From which the centuries climb - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Tree of Truth"

The loveless, hearthless arctic night - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Failure on men's awed tongues - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Futile as those icy-fingered winds - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Ladders leading up to light - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Our faces toward the arctic sky - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Ruined bridge at edge of night - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Where walk dim ghosts of thoughts - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

With which God veils His face - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Long damned of earth's consent - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Those five gray, haggard days - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Nought but ashes at the last - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

Wrinkled suns in awful blackness swim - W. Wilfred Campbell "Unabsolved"

The thunder of shadowy horses - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

For the hate of the winds that laugh - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

For the shriekings that pass into silence - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

As the eye and the tongue of the serpent - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

With the golden flow of a brook - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

A wrong that clamors for righting - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

A curse to the heart of the night - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

The sound of whose footstep is vengeance - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

Stand like a poisoned wind - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

As a serpent coils into a flower - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

With a pent-up hunger of hate - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

That maddened to burst from its sluices - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

A watchfire that smoulders and dwindles - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

Pound to the pulse of my hate - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

The swirl of a merciless storm - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Vengeance of Saki"

Gloried anthem's solemn pealing - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Till the rocket tells the star - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

That virtue still endowers - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

The blaring party bugles cease - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Iron voices rolling on her ears - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Of royal dreams the requiem - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Of thrones foredoomed to fall - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Earth's golden keys of happiness - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

To them a mighty lighthouse tower - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

Earth's host upon its iron power - W. Wilfred Campbell "Victoria"

That siren of sunrise - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

And vain mad magic - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

From roof-trees of slumber - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

From those echoes of bugles - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Morning-lit house of his dreams - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

In those glory-lit visions - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Dim curtains of duskfire and dew - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Velvet-winged spirits of sleep - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Under the white awe of planets - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Where the oriole's nest is swinging - W. Wilfred Campbell "A Wood Lyric"

Where Arthur's castle looms above - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

At the glint of a sprig of heather - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

The weird our fates had spun - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

The song of the windy moor - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

Their creeds with an iron twist - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

The heart of her haunted lands - W. Wilfred Campbell "The World-Mother"

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Too fair and frail to keep - Benjamin Copeland "Among the Lilies"

In all our pilgrimage below - Benjamin Copeland "Anniversary Praise"

The troth of flowers and stars - Benjamin Copeland "Beauty"

And his pillow is a stone - Benjamin Copeland "Bethel"

Like his brother's haunting frown - Benjamin Copeland "Bethel"

Hidden horror of a nameless woe - Benjamin Copeland "Betrayed"

The fatal spell of the betrayer's art - Benjamin Copeland "Betrayed"

As stars confess the all-sustaining sun - Benjamin Copeland "By Many Paths"

The travail of the ages - Benjamin Copeland "Christmas"

By love unknown attended - Benjamin Copeland "Christmas"

In the day of tribulation - Benjamin Copeland "Christus Consolator"

May borrow hope and courage - Benjamin Copeland "Christus Consolator"

Victor over foes infernal - Benjamin Copeland "Christus Consolator"

An altar in the wilderness - Benjamin Copeland "Communion"

The rapture of a quiet mind - Benjamin Copeland "Compensation"

Dear companions of its tranquil course - Benjamin Copeland "Contentment"

Despoiled of poetry and prayer - Benjamin Copeland "A Contrast"

Faith to saints and sages given - Benjamin Copeland "The Coronation"

Saint and seraph meet - Benjamin Copeland "Easter-Tide"

Time's judgment winnowing for Truth - Benjamin Copeland "Fame"

The font, the altar, and the tomb - Benjamin Copeland "The Font, the Altar, and the Tomb"

The silent shuttles of life's loom - Benjamin Copeland "The Font, the Altar, and the Tomb"

Supreme beyond Isaiah's dream - Benjamin Copeland "The Goal"

Dayspring of the desolate - Benjamin Copeland "Gold, and Frankincense, and Myrrh"

Accept a sinner's offering - Benjamin Copeland "Good Friday"

Earth's broadest-visioned prophecy - Benjamin Copeland "The Greater Republic"

Crown-jewel of our fame - Benjamin Copeland "Hail to the Chief!"

Inheriting their influence - Benjamin Copeland "Heart's-Ease"

Told in shadows on the grass - Benjamin Copeland "The Larger Life"

Gladdened the garden's deep gloom - Benjamin Copeland "The Law of Love"

Transfigure all blight into bloom - Benjamin Copeland "The Law of Love"

From the sod to the stars - Benjamin Copeland "The Law of Love"

Read aright the day's Apocalypse - Benjamin Copeland "Let in the Light"

And all thy dreams eclipse - Benjamin Copeland "Let in the Light"

Prize every moment given - Benjamin Copeland "Let in the Light"

That heals the sad heart's strife - Benjamin Copeland "The Light of Life"

By elf or angel strung - Benjamin Copeland "Little Ruth"

Wrote the lore in Eden sung - Benjamin Copeland "Little Ruth"

Too merry for a moment's rest - Benjamin Copeland "The Meadow Air Is Sweet"

Feel the willow's tender kiss - Benjamin Copeland "The Meadow Air Is Sweet"

Dread oracle of eons - Benjamin Copeland "Niagara"

The solemn sense of justice infinite - Benjamin Copeland "Niagara"

To dower the moment's need - Benjamin Copeland "Niagara"

Rebuke the raging of the deep - Benjamin Copeland "Out of the Depths"

Through gloom and tempest guide - Benjamin Copeland "Out of the Depths"

The winds and waves obey - Benjamin Copeland "Out of the Depths"

Dance with jolly faun and fay - Benjamin Copeland "A Prophecy"

Reaping what was never sown - Benjamin Copeland "A Prophecy"

Jubilant with glorious might - Benjamin Copeland "A Prophecy"

Across the fields of ether - Benjamin Copeland "The Rainbow Round the Throne"

Binds soul and dust - Benjamin Copeland "Remember!"

The shoreless sea of Destiny - Benjamin Copeland "Remember!"

That shake the gates of hell - Benjamin Copeland "The Resurrection"

Alike for sod and soul - Benjamin Copeland "The Reward"

In vain the weary, painful quest - Benjamin Copeland "St. Augustine"

Close to the fountain of our tears - Benjamin Copeland "St. Augustine"

The keys of death and hell - Benjamin Copeland "Salus per Christum"

With voice of saintly jubilee - Benjamin Copeland "The Sanctuary"

And doubt pursued me - Benjamin Copeland "Struggle and Rest"

The vigils of shepherd and seer - Benjamin Copeland "Under the Moon"

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A maze of grace - Brody Parrish Craig "Baby You Ever Seen a Wretch Like Me?"

How bitter sweet the sound - Brody Parrish Craig "Baby You Ever Seen a Wretch Like Me?"

Slipped behind the comb of sunrise - Brody Parrish Craig "Full"

Leftover reasons to be alive - Brody Parrish Craig "Full"

Classic as a book unopened - Brody Parrish Craig "Haircut in the Kitchen Sink"

The barrier between our mirrored wings - Brody Parrish Craig "Overpass"

Fire only works on the brim of stone - Brody Parrish Craig "Southern Comfort"

Hold truth like a curtain - Brody Parrish Craig "Traverse"

When my roses were at roses - Brody Parrish Craig "Traverse"

Err on the side of caution tape - Brody Parrish Craig "Traverse"

Into Dante's Kinsey scaled inferno - Brody Parrish Craig "Us Let the Radio Play Along & I"

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Disposed at ease through aeons - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

Honey cakes in tombs wisteria-hung - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

Cloaked lovers stroll through hazel groves - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

And come to Lethe's bank - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

Bent on a tarnishing scythe - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

A gap between two rails - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

The drive wheel rushes over unaware - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"

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Like a basket of green fruit, intact - Rosario Castellanos "Silence Concerning an Ancient Stone" transl. by George D. Schade

Some gesture of mysterious wrought stone - Rosario Castellanos "Silence Concerning an Ancient Stone" transl. by George D. Schade

With acid teeth bite the wind as it passes - Rosario Castellanos "Silence Concerning an Ancient Stone" transl. by George D. Schade

Nerves of lightning - Rosario Castellanos "Three Poems"

The sky's arrow - Rosario Castellanos "Three Poems"

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Heroes of a tradition always in the future - Elena Clementelli "Etruscan Notebook" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

That repels the footstep of the living - Elena Clementelli "Etruscan Notebook" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

To the meeting with time - Elena Clementelli "Etruscan Notebook" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

Bring torches to dream ghosts - Elena Clementelli "Etruscan Notebook" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

The host of names written on water - Elena Clementelli "Etruscan Notebook" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

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The resonant and ancient darkness - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

Keeping the earth's heart beating - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

Stepping to more infectious rhythms - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

Where glowworms dangled sticky threads - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

Sticky threads to catch unwary insects - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

Count the living stars upon the walls - Blake N. Campbell "Bioluminescence"

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A statue made of words - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

The wine that heals the summer's wounds - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

A wife of freshly fallen snow - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

Stars and moons still move inside our arteries - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

Who carries the horizon in his eyes - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

A honeycomb of lies - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

Writes a letter to his death - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

10,000 yesterdays gathered on the shelves - Paul Carroll "Fragments from an Abandoned Ode"

To take a walk inside yourself - Paul Carroll "Song [To be able to walk along and see]"

Trees as tall as Tom Thumb - Paul Carroll "Song [To be able to walk along and see]"

Learned to suffocate death and continue - Paul Carroll "Song [To be able to walk along and see]"

A poem the birds will understand - Paul Carroll "Untitled [I want to write a poem the birds will understand]"

The trees with their secrets and green faces - Paul Carroll "Untitled [I want to write a poem the birds will understand]"

Let it enchant the dolphins and the whales - Paul Carroll "Untitled [I want to write a poem the birds will understand]"

The first in worlds we've never seen - Paul Carroll "Untitled [I want to write a poem the birds will understand]"

About the cheetahs and the wind - Paul Carroll "Untitled [I want to write a poem the birds will understand]"

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Harvests of opulent yield - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Here flow the streams of endeavor - Will Carleton "Wealth"

The seeds of actions planted long ago - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Learned to steer my future - Will Carleton "Wealth"

To flutter about her family tree - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Scrambling for pennies in that patch of clay - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Even your names are in ruins - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Dreaming of clouds through their shadows - Will Carleton "Wealth"

The bright torches you stole from the sun - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Twine ten dollars into every stitch - Will Carleton "Wealth"

Had rained diamonds for an hour - Will Carleton "Wealth"

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Never having lived among things - Jos Charles "A Note on Form"

What escapes the grasp of leaves - Jos Charles "A Note on Form"

Precursor & remnant of speech - Jos Charles "A Note on Form"

The least effective of our music - Jos Charles "A Note on Form"

The boys living on sulfur - Jos Charles "Seagull, Tiny"

The collective process of demanding - Jos Charles "Seagull, Tiny"

Anything a limit allows - Jos Charles "Seagull, Tiny"

Passing like potato blossoms - Jos Charles "Seagull, Tiny"

That words trick us - Jos Charles "Seagull, Tiny"

Invited misery back in - Jos Charles "A Sonnet [I sat in windows]"

And recline on his golden door - Jos Charles "A Sonnet [I sat in windows]"

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Bottles on the highway - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

Work supersedes alphabetical order - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

The will of a local spirit - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

Interrupts your martyrdom - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

Can't avoid the fact of their calling - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

A troupe of exorcists - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

Dreaming on the third day - Catherine Chen "My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left"

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Freaks of bright crystal - Jose Santos Chocano "The Orchids" transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Whose enigmatic forms amaze - Jose Santos Chocano "The Orchids" transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Crowns fit to deck Apollo's brows - Jose Santos Chocano "The Orchids" transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Spring from knots in tree-trunks - Jose Santos Chocano "The Orchids" transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Spirit voices from an unseen world - Jose Santos Chocano "A Song of the Road" transl. by John Pierrepont Rice

When by untrodden paths I go - Jose Santos Chocano "A Song of the Road" transl. by John Pierrepont Rice

Love is but an inn upon life's way - Jose Santos Chocano "A Song of the Road" transl. by John Pierrepont Rice

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As ancient as my blood - Donte Collins "Prayer Severing the Cycle"

A different dance toward death - Donte Collins "Prayer Severing the Cycle"

As sweetly as it was named - Donte Collins "Prayer Severing the Cycle"

Subtraction knows what it did - Donte Collins "they need some of us to die"

A sigh seasons the roux - Donte Collins "they need some of us to die"

Gifting the sea's new strange stones - Donte Collins "they need some of us to die"

I am alive by luck at this point - Donte Collins "what the dead know by heart"

the gun that will unmake me - Donte Collins "what the dead know by heart"

Each tear turns to steam - Donte Collins "what the dead know by heart"

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Arise in a sacred scorn - Helen Gray Cone "A Chant of Love for England"

With masks of malice and of despair - Helen Gray Cone "The House of Hate"

Horned demons that leered in stone - Helen Gray Cone "The House of Hate"

We will drink unhealth together - Helen Gray Cone "The House of Hate"

Lashed to labour by devil Debt - Helen Gray Cone "Poverty Row"

Scapegoats of shore and hill - Helen Gray Cone "The Riddle of Wreck"

The failing tongue of a hushing bell - Helen Gray Cone "The Ride to the Lady"

The work of Hell in all the ages - Helen Gray Cone "Soldiers of the Light"

In the stony deserts of the city - Helen Gray Cone "Soldiers of the Light"

Where greed has housed the helpless - Helen Gray Cone "Soldiers of the Light"

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On the edge of each spring leaf - Tina Chang "Astroturf"

So casual in their beauty - Tina Chang "Astroturf"

That held its own attention - Tina Chang "Astroturf"

Thorns falling on the imagined grass - Tina Chang "Astroturf"

The oxen pulling me toward dawn - Tina Chang "Birth"

Of gleaming disasters repeated - Tina Chang "Birth"

Between war and my own luck - Tina Chang "Birth"

Tasting the years ahead of me - Tina Chang "Birth"

His eyes two open ovens - Tina Chang "Celestial"

The sky spitting dust and light - Tina Chang "Celestial"

As if to know you was to drown - Tina Chang "Color"

Your astonishing dash to freedom - Tina Chang "Color"

Done with the estranged wind - Tina Chang "Color"

Orchids curling outward beyond grief - Tina Chang "Color"

The road widens to glory - Tina Chang "Color"

The heart is a whittled twig - Tina Chang "Duality"

Crushing the legs of my shadow - Tina Chang "Duality"

After that there is Thirst - Tina Chang "Evolution of Danger"

A new version of waking - Tina Chang "Evolution of Danger"

The threat persists despite our howling - Tina Chang "Fury"

His heart fiercely tethered to mine - Tina Chang "Fury"

And tell him the history of his skin - Tina Chang "Fury"

Pour into him its scorching mercury - Tina Chang "Fury"

Fires fueled by a distant hunger - Tina Chang "Fury"

Lick the underside of the earth - Tina Chang "Fury"

A frenzy of air to fan it to inferno - Tina Chang "Fury"

Mercy and its dark twin - Tina Chang "Fury"

A black wolf careening through a web - Tina Chang "The Future is an Animal"

Splitting like an endless atom - Tina Chang "The Future is an Animal"

In conversation with invented narrative - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Manifest through the lens of protection - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Search the borders for my own disappearance - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Reaches for a bottomless depth - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Questions with no end - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Hybrid forms leave fences open - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

Snow leopards, wolves, and honey bees - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

When the wind changes its mind - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

An interior rush of nomadic longing - Tina Chang "Hybrida: A Zuihitsu"

No pitchfork of instinct - Tina Chang "Infinite and Plausible"

No ladder of pity - Tina Chang "Infinite and Plausible"

No lie poured down the stairs - Tina Chang "Infinite and Plausible"

Separating material from light - Tina Chang "Infinite and Plausible"

Chewed into the wreck of the world - Tina Chang "Lion"

Into the neckbone of the past - Tina Chang "Lion"

Moved toward extinction - Tina Chang "Lion"

Bearing the burden of damage - Tina Chang "Lion"

Language of the protector - Tina Chang "Lion"

A great apocalyptic wheeze - Tina Chang "Lion"

Adorned me with sand - Tina Chang "Lion"

A coppery taste of salvage - Tina Chang "Lion"

Into a canopy of the future - Tina Chang "Lion"

Sit under the tree waiting for hunger - Tina Chang "Lion"

Dark matter funneling through his veins - Tina Chang "My Father. A Tree."

Where you are the tree left standing - Tina Chang "My Father. A Tree."

First believe in the force of opposites - Tina Chang "Revolutionary Kiss"

Past the pinnacle of scoured light - Tina Chang "Revolutionary Kiss"

Waved to a country of ghosts - Tina Chang "Revolutionary Kiss"

History's weapons fall from my pockets - Tina Chang "Revolutionary Kiss"

Landed at the mouth of neon waters - Tina Chang "Sugar"

And an eagle parted the sky - Tina Chang "Sugar"

With strawberry, thorn, and vine - Tina Chang "Sugar"

With pastries and the charge of regret - Tina Chang "Sugar"

Opened the silver pronged evening - Tina Chang "Wonder Cabinet"

Wind tied to a tree - Tina Chang "Wonder Cabinet"

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Pocket pet of witches - Flower Conroy "Frog"

Most toxic augers of weather - Flower Conroy "Frog"

Your midnight croaking - Flower Conroy "Frog"

Somewhere between mermaid and chicken - Flower Conroy "Frog"

Open the doors of astral vision - Flower Conroy "Frog"

Poison in the water's measure - Flower Conroy "Frog"

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Whispering things nobody knows - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

Wakened eyes of moonlit dew - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

A vision formed by tears - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

Star-touched, across the fading trail - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

Beneath whose folds the trees grow pale - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

Into the city of tired eyes - D.G. Carter "Offering"

All the halo will be sped - D.G. Carter "Stanza"

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All that the secret pages can reveal - Walter Richard Cassels "Beatrice di Tenda"

Wear this falsehood in his soul - Walter Richard Cassels "Beatrice di Tenda"

Duty's knot shall soon be sever'd - Walter Richard Cassels "Beatrice di Tenda"

Wander through a haunted mind - Walter Richard Cassels "Beatrice di Tenda"

Desolate pools and marshes deadly - Walter Richard Cassels "The Bittern"

Hurling the clouds together at his feet - Walter Richard Cassels "The Eagle"

The wind is weary of the rain - Walter Richard Cassels "Gone"

Foul corruption's ice blight - Walter Richard Cassels "Gone"

Burrowing downward through the clay - Walter Richard Cassels "Gone"

Life's chalice is empty - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Strength for the struggle - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

By the light of unvarnish'd truth - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Brim up Life's chalice - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

The courage to dare the world - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Quench the thirst of the longing heart - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Melt the frost of each sullen mood - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Subdue the evil of Time - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

With the iron of tyrant fears - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Sorrow stalks by the pilgrim's side - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

A draught of Hope's crystal tide - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

If their foundation rest on the sand - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

To shift with Time's ebbing stream - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Untroubled by visions of coming sorrow - Walter Richard Cassels "Hebe"

Wrapping the clouds about him - Walter Richard Cassels "Spring"

Beneath the loose and drifting snow - Walter Richard Cassels "Spring"

Who once had wept like Niobe - Walter Richard Cassels "Spring"

The soft murmur of a thousand rills - Walter Richard Cassels "Spring"

Move to the quick measure of the hours - Walter Richard Cassels "Spring"

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Every lover is a corsair seeking glory - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

A longing for invisible treasure - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

A spark in the bright flare of the possible - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

With no concept of the sea - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

Through the lavish tangerine of dawn - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

Gliding over sheets of light-glazed silver - Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner "Corsair"

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Struggling for balance, juggling time - Barbara Crooker "In the Middle"

Time is always ahead of us - Barbara Crooker "In the Middle"

The hard cold knuckle of the year - Barbara Crooker "Ordinary Life"

Jostle over lunch's little scraps - Barbara Crooker "Ordinary Life"

A day that unwrapped itself - Barbara Crooker "Ordinary Life"

Hums with the busy traffic of butterflies - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

Who navigate without lane markers - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

And all that bee-buzzed jazz - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

Sweetness spilled from a million petals - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

Roses have set the borders on fire - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

Rejoice in the day's long sugar - Barbara Crooker "This Summer Day"

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Stalls where now the ox is fed - John Castillo "The Country Love Feast"

Golden prospects round us rise - John Castillo "The Country Love Feast"

Had laid Goliaths in the dust - John Castillo "Old Sam! or the Effects of the Gospel"

Heard Mount Sinai's thunder roll - John Castillo "Old Sam! or the Effects of the Gospel"

Of better mettle made - John Castillo "Old Sam! or the Effects of the Gospel"

Call'd a rebel out to lead the van - John Castillo "Old Sam! or the Effects of the Gospel"

Brought their boasting valour - John Castillo "Old Sam! or the Effects of the Gospel"

By man so soon despised - John Castillo "Thoughts on Good Friday"

Salvation's fount for crimson crimes - John Castillo "Thoughts on Good Friday"

In the hyssop, vinegar, and gall - John Castillo "Thoughts on Good Friday"

To feel the many plagues within - John Castillo "To a Withered Flower!"

Shall exist in nobler spheres - John Castillo "To a Withered Flower!"

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A verb named for its noun - Dan Chiasson "Bloom (II)"

Michelangelo enameled in cerulean - Dan Chiasson "Bloom (II)"

Birch crisscrossed by laser blasts - Dan Chiasson "Bloom (II)"

Thoughts our house had had about us - Dan Chiasson "Bloom (II)"

Ganymede fleeing on a temple frieze - Dan Chiasson "Tackle Football"

Before Pompeii was hot - Dan Chiasson "Tackle Football"

Of stranded, shivering astronauts - Dan Chiasson "Tackle Football"

Early in the era of the pause button - Dan Chiasson "Tackle Football"

Lack the rigor of a lightning bolt - Dan Chiasson "Thread"

If I can concentrate I might turn sharp - Dan Chiasson "Thread"

Indistinguishable from nearsightedness - Dan Chiasson "Thread"

All the insignia of interiority - Dan Chiasson "Thread"

Knowing me never made anyone a needle - Dan Chiasson "Thread"

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The last knot that love could tie - Richard Crashaw "An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, Who Died and Were Buried Together"

Till this stormy night be gone - Richard Crashaw "An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, Who Died and Were Buried Together"

Young dawn of our eternal day - Richard Crashaw "Verses from the Shepherd's Hymn"

And chase the trembling shades away - Richard Crashaw "Verses from the Shepherd's Hymn"

To entertain this starry stranger - Richard Crashaw "Verses from the Shepherd's Hymn"

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Rolling neat into pine drawers - Ching-In Chen "American Syntax"

Soft orange inside my steel - Ching-In Chen "Breath for Metal"

Until my touch wouldn't burn - Ching-In Chen "Breath for Metal"

Born from small waters - Ching-In Chen "Inside me, a family"

From a slow continent - Ching-In Chen "Inside me, a family"

Linked to history and forgetting - Ching-In Chen "Inside me, a family"

And drink twice-steeped tea - Ching-In Chen "Inside me, a family"

Lived in a house with no walls - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

Marveled at my room to breathe - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

Which words to carry in the arsenal - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

Memory to disarm the most resilient - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

To disarm the most resilient bully - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

How to light my name under their skin - Ching-In Chen "A Natural History of My White Girl"

The rains have rolled back - Ching-In Chen "Simulacra"

The frost has stopped flirting with the dunegrass - Ching-In Chen "Simulacra"

The camera's already been here - Ching-In Chen "Simulacra"

Into tomorrow's wet world - Ching-In Chen "South in Hundreds"

Close to the whistling ground - Ching-In Chen "South in Hundreds"

At the first sign of breath - Ching-In Chen "South in Hundreds"

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All the earnings of their pain - Arthur Hugh Clough "Ah! Yet Consider It Again!"

In spite of dreams - Arthur Hugh Clough "All Is Well"

Commits me to fresh debt - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

The liar's curse upon my head - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

The golden tide of opportunity - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

A clue whereby to move - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

About the pathways of the world - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

Of fierce triumphant malice - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

Be taught to treasure - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blank Misgivings of a Creature moving about in Worlds not realized"

High triumphs of convictions wrought - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blessed Are They that Have Not Seen!"

Won by individual thought - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blessed Are They that Have Not Seen!"

A dream impossible to act - Arthur Hugh Clough "Blessed Are They that Have Not Seen!"

No painful inch to gain - Arthur Hugh Clough "Despondency Rebuked"

Through the great sinful streets - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To unripe words and rugged verse - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To style it the religious bitter - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

And join the wiser idlers there - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Scripture of the serpent and the dove - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Must have a spice of devil - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Fresh from the seas of sleep - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Any record on the leaves of time - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

By equities of self-defence - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The fallen coin of honour - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To the conqueror's feast - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

In your impulse put your trust - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Thin joys, huge pain - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

So thankful for illusion - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Or sorrows strike him - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Reap where ancients sowed - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

In religious as profane things - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

This level floor of liquid glass - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Place bliss and glory there - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Play no tricks upon thy soul - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Not fancies just portrayed - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Warm water under silver covers - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Over still waters mildly come - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Assumed to mystic bliss - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Not for piping empty reeds - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Not for colouring empty dust - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

In base compliance to the world - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

What incense on what altars - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Interdict all vague emotion - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

A garden which no serpent seeks - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

On the throne a queen may come to claim - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

In the reckonings of the wise - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

That one brief unit of loose time - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Lesser chances and inferior hopes - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

In dead details to smother vital ends - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Which buys bold hearts free - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

An Achilles of computation - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To quiet all repinings of the heart - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Rounding luminous its fair ellipse - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The bright stars unreproving mix - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

By hasty eyes to be confused - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Rebuked by a sense of the incomplete - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Of paths for ampler virtue - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Scant with lean ears of harvest - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

And autumn's crowded shocks - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Receive its echo from the soul - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

My soul secure in place - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Heroism upon historic sand - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

And kill the lingering day - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Of happier-tempered coffee - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Who taught you menaces - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Entangled among tricks - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The fierce inordinate desire - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

That opportunity shall breed distrust - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Like two loose comets wandering - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The wish but sleeps - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Put by these unreturning gifts - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

By rules of large exception - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

More fallible than mere caprice - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

But God can act the Devil - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Narrowing its doors to thought - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The great floods of the soul - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Deep waters where no ground is - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Learn the Second Reverence - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To use the undistorted light - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The strong fresh gale of life - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Passions you have known in dreams - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Sweet in fond longings - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Cannot act without assuming - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The broad highway's glaring white ascent - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Everlasting limbos void of time - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Will not persecute you more - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The irreprievable instant of stern time - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Of all good sights and sounds bereft - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Story of the adder's brood - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

Accept the service with the wages - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

The lever finds its fulcrum - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"

To a shade by terror made - Arthur Hugh Clough "Duty"

With fiercer heat than flamed - Arthur Hugh Clough "Easter Day. Naples, 1849"

Which moth and rust corrupt - Arthur Hugh Clough "Easter Day. Naples, 1849"

The cuckoo's simple shout - Arthur Hugh Clough "An Evening Walk in Spring"

With pure and humble eyes - Arthur Hugh Clough "An Evening Walk in Spring"

Of your distracted fantasy - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene I"

The molten lava of your fright - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene I"

Whose sympathies refuse to mix - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"

Grief runs in his veins - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"

The trick of deep suppression - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"

Loose of tongue and light - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene IV"

These sinful roots and remnants - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene VI"

To the saving of the saints - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene VI"

Like demons in my spirit's house - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene VI"

Ungovernable angers take the waves - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene VII"

Bursts to fury in my soul - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene IX"

From infinite distances borne back - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene IX"

Balm for every wounded heart - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XI"

To dwell with wicked spirits - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XI"

Cancels not what we did - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

The restorative pulsing of the blood - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

That lull us out of old things - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

The conflict of the stubborn soil - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

In marriage with the world - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

The due consolements of the circling years - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

Recognize the future in our hopes - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XII"

When in the inexistent void I heard - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene XIV"

Leave my own buried roots - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Hidden Love"

My least breathed on thought - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Hidden Love"

Close up clear eyes - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Hidden Love"

Stand in high aspiring pride - Arthur Hugh Clough "High and Low"

Found angels at nightfall - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob"

Through a land ambushed with guile - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob"

Safe wisdom's peaceful way - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob"

And left within his spirit hope - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob"

This eager rivalry of life - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob"

In after-wisdom not disowned - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob's Wives"

Must still the casual dream repeat - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob's Wives"

One flitting moment's chance reflection - Arthur Hugh Clough "Jacob's Wives"

From the bed of Fancy's brook - Arthur Hugh Clough "Love and Reason"

Elaborate truth from fallacy - Arthur Hugh Clough "Love and Reason"

To music that I hear not - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Music of the World and of the Soul"

On wings of wavy sound - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Music of the World and of the Soul"

Forfeit that fair chance - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Music of the World and of the Soul"

By death or distance parted - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Music of the World and of the Soul"

And walk this azure sky - Arthur Hugh Clough "The New Sinai"

And darker hearts' despair - Arthur Hugh Clough "The New Sinai"

Within the sceptic darkness deep - Arthur Hugh Clough "The New Sinai"

So stand the doctrine's half - Arthur Hugh Clough "The New Sinai"

To fall before the gilded beast - Arthur Hugh Clough "The New Sinai"

And strife but blinds the eyes - Arthur Hugh Clough "Noli Aemulari"

Lift up holy hands of prayer - Arthur Hugh Clough "O Thou of Little Faith"

The day of loss past hope - Arthur Hugh Clough "Peschiera"

No tongue shall dare to tell - Arthur Hugh Clough "Peschiera"

By force and fortune's right - Arthur Hugh Clough "Peschiera"

The prayerless heart prepare - Arthur Hugh Clough "Qui Laborat, Orat"

Life-blood in the trench Ulysses made - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Shadow"

In my proper semblance stand - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Shadow"

Across the seas of time - Arthur Hugh Clough "Shadow and Light"

The golden joys of fancy's dawning - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Silver Wedding"

From one far unforgotten year - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Silver Wedding"

All the subtlest alchemy of years - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Silver Wedding"

So potent are the spells they know - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Silver Wedding"

My wind is turned to bitter north - Arthur Hugh Clough "A Song of Autumn"

In visions of a deeper sleep - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Song of Lamech"

With a free forgiveness in his face - Arthur Hugh Clough "The Song of Lamech"

A heart for loves to travel - Arthur Hugh Clough "Through a Glass Darkly"

Some arbitrary judgment take - Arthur Hugh Clough "Through a Glass Darkly"

To pace the sad confusion through - Arthur Hugh Clough "Through a Glass Darkly"

The dower of Apollo and the Nine - Arthur Hugh Clough "Wen Gott Betrugt, Ist Wohl Betrogen."

In reason's grave precision - Arthur Hugh Clough "Wen Gott Betrugt, Ist Wohl Betrogen."

Of those who sit in Moses' seat - Arthur Hugh Clough "What Went Ye Out for to See?"

When soft September brings again - Arthur Hugh Clough "Written on a Bridge"

To these refuse my heart - Arthur Hugh Clough "τὸ καλόν."

Yet in corruption mindful yet - Arthur Hugh Clough "τὸ καλόν."

Turn with sharp stings upon itself - Arthur Hugh Clough "τὸ καλόν."

Around us an atmosphere all gold - Arthur Hugh Clough "Χρυσέα κλῄς ἐπὶ γλώσσᾳ."

Imbreathed draughts of wine - Arthur Hugh Clough "Χρυσέα κλῄς ἐπὶ γλώσσᾳ."

Given up as soon as tasted - Arthur Hugh Clough "Χρυσέα κλῄς ἐπὶ γλώσσᾳ."

The fruit of dreamy hoping - Arthur Hugh Clough "Χρυσέα κλῄς ἐπὶ γλώσσᾳ."

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Alone against hundreds - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "At Sea"

Our prisoner hearts unbar - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Discovery"

Listens at the ivory gates - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Down the Songo"

The dip of a lazy oar - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Down the Songo"

The spoil of listless minutes - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Faun: a Fragment"

Alluring up and enticing down - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Joys of the Road"

The hoarse whisper of the corn - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Joys of the Road"

The crickets mourning their comrades lost - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Joys of the Road"

Retreat from the gathering frost - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Joys of the Road"

A jug of cider on the board - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Joys of the Road"

Tatters of yesterday and shreds of morrow - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Mendicants"

As he sails the seas of clover - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

The goblin pirate crew - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

Steers for the open verge of blue - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

Shivered with fairy thunder - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

Pilfers from every port of the wind - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

Steers on the slant of the gale - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

With the mercury at zero - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A More Ancient Mariner"

Rove from gloom to glee - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A Rover's Song"

Sea-sands and sorrows - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A Song by the Shore"

Hearts fluttered by a breeze - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A Song by the Shore"

Moonlight in sweet overflow - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A Song by the Shore"

Clasped hands and silences - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "A Song by the Shore"

My dust and all my dreaming - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Like the soaring gargoyle - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Clod of clay with heart of fire - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Fashion me from swamp or meadow - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

When the silver winds return - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Vasts and verges of illusion - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Hues of ash and glints of glory - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

The old drink for rapture - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Spring Song"

Of a spook on a spree - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Vagabondia"

The shock and the jostle, the mock and the push - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Vagabondia"

The flight of the fox-foot hours - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Vagabondia"

Midnights of revel, and noondays of song - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "Vagabondia"

The measures trod by the angels - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The Wander-Lovers"

Unthrottle the wolves of war - Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey "The War-Song of Gamelbar"

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To rob the iron-bolted tower - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

And worship calves of brass and clay - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

Creatures doomed to echo still - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

If the hounds of law pursue - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

Hostile winds and angry waves - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

By terror long repressed - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto I"

Through gloomy caverns threads his way - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto II"

And pilot it through danger's gate - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto II"

This dark night of wild dismay - Thomas Clarke "Sir Copp canto II"

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The dahlia rooted in Egyptian sleep - Mary E. Coleridge "Chillingham"

The ringing of my own true blade - Mary E. Coleridge "A Huguenot"

To summon owls and bats upon the wing - Mary Coleridge "In Dispraise of the Moon"

Unmusical of earth and stone - Mary Coleridge "In Dispraise of the Moon"

Herself the sun of ghosts - Mary Coleridge "In Dispraise of the Moon"

Of Reason's piercing ray defrauded - Mary Coleridge "In Dispraise of the Moon"

Had made a crimson crown - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "A Moment"

And hold your breath between - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "A Moment"

She stole my playthings first - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His"

No voice to speak - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Other Side of the Mirror"

The door stood open at our feast - Mary Coleridge "Unwelcome"

The cups of red wine turned pale - Mary Coleridge "Unwelcome"

A woman with the West in her eyes - Mary Coleridge "Unwelcome"

The cutting wind is a cruel foe - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witch"

Dare not stand in the blast - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witch"

My hands are stone - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witch"

And let me in at the door - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witch"

Who plead for their heart's desire - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witch"

Whose thousand evil tongues are one - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge "The Witches' Wood"

Pledge me a cup of golden wine - Mary Coleridge "Wither Away?"

Light shall be dark and darkness shine - Mary Coleridge "Wither Away?"

For the path is grown with rue - Mary Coleridge "Wither Away?"

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On the South road of the sea - Arthur Shearly Cripps "Essex"

Keep one red tower in sight - Arthur Shearly Cripps "Essex"

Ghost of the crimson tree - Arthur Shearly Cripps "A Lyke-Wake Carol"

Pass, frost-white ghost - Arthur Shearly Cripps "A Lyke-Wake Carol"

For her first rain-drops grieves - Arthur Shearly Cripps "A Lyke-Wake Carol"

Those Autumn ghosts go free - Arthur Shearly Cripps "A Lyke-Wake Carol"

Ply the hook amid the yellow corn - Arthur S. Cripps "The Seasons' Comfort"

The poppy half in sorrow - Arthur S. Cripps "The Seasons' Comfort"

The frosts first silver Nature's hair - Arthur S. Cripps "The Seasons' Comfort"

Will grudge us not his best - Arthur S. Cripps "The Seasons' Comfort"

The darling of Want and Woe - Arthur S. Cripps "Undines of Diverse Days"

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The same system stripping us from landscapes - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

Separation of ancestral spaces - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

Where community can constellate - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

The extensive culmination of a legacy - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

A legacy of people crossing oceans - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

Relationships our ancestors forged - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

Cross this ocean of liberation in community - Carol Ann Carl "I Remember"

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Chrysanthemum don't thrive in starless night - Ty Chapman "Alone in bed thinking about another breakup"

Love is larger than declaration - Ty Chapman "Alone in bed thinking about another breakup"

Learning not to clutch the ground so fierce - Ty Chapman "Alone in bed thinking about another breakup"

To trust life is a series of orbits - Ty Chapman "Alone in bed thinking about another breakup"

Worship mercy in routine - Ty Chapman "Alone in bed thinking about another breakup"

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The period of rage prophesied and predicted - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

With a fated spin of the wheel - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Where blood must spill and bones break - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Those too ignorant of their own holy roots - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Soaked in rays of truth of stories - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Stories too painful to be told twice - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Horror relived in every iteration - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

Where trauma starts and karma loops - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

A birthmark with visions to see past illusions - Votey Cheav "When a Kingdom Falls/Shakti's Kisses"

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A cloth kept in a moth-filled closet - Tania Chen "Half-Quarter-Life Crisis"

Disintegrating at the barest brush of light - Tania Chen "Half-Quarter-Life Crisis"

Lights dancing to the beat of the ground - Tania Chen "Half-Quarter-Life Crisis"

That stings with the changing weather - Tania Chen "Half-Quarter-Life Crisis"

Missing the persimmons in bloom - Tania Chen "To a Dear Immortal in a Foreign Land"

To survive the fate-rained slaughter - Tania Chen "To a Dear Immortal in a Foreign Land"

On bare stone with open meridians - Tania Chen "To a Dear Immortal in a Foreign Land"

Your otherworldliness preserved in soul - Tania Chen "To a Dear Immortal in a Foreign Land"

Righteousness in inkstone underfoot - Tania Chen "To a Dear Immortal in a Foreign Land"

For every candle lit in my name - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

Triples with each turning season - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

Why the roses no longer grow at your feet - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

Spitting white ash smoke - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

A fitting shroud to match my wedding dress - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

With skin and ink, blood and smoke - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

A lexicon of crimes they do in my name - Tania Chen "A Toast from Santisima Muerte"

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Where the wild wood ceaseless breathes - William Chiddon "Idyll: In Imitation of Theocritus"

Some fountain gurgling from the rifted rock - William Chiddon "Idyll: In Imitation of Theocritus"

Their nimble feet in mazy trances wind - William Chiddon "Idyll: In Imitation of Theocritus"

Invoke the listening spirit to my aid - William Chiddon "Idyll: In Imitation of Theocritus"

Nor winged spells incite the soul again - William Chiddon "Idyll: In Imitation of Theocritus"

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Used for transferring distances - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"

Through materials, outside of the border lines - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"

Run the line straight through regardless - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"

Listening to the quantum foam - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

Quantum foam roiling at the edge of being - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

The memory of echoes of the big bang - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

The thin pulse of long-dead pulsars - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

Categorizing and cataloging species of nothing - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

Playing games with sunlight - M.C. Childs "Snow Man"

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A sheath of fibrous memories - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

In the cytoplasm of their cells - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

With the frosty eyes of widows - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

An epithelium of silence - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

Silence that deluged the larynx - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

Ribosomes in the scabbard of their maker - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

The flood didn't come to flaw the ship - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

Sunbirds exalting the break of dawn - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

With a DNA sequence of bullets & blood - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

An alluring rhythm of gunshots - Gospel Chinedu "In a Tissue Processing Class the Lecturer Tells the Biafra War Through the Lenses of a Microscope"

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A kiss so cold you'll catch your death - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Drawn out from the soup of your heart - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Adjust the various seasonings to taste - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Spoke a whole year without vowels - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Kept a poultice of stars strapped to her hip - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

To chisel out a star each night - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Forge it from the scraps of all your expired hopes - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

The hunt and harvest of miracles - Roshani Chokshi "Miracle Babies"

Whittled down to smoke and doubt - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

Dropping brambles and silky-spite - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

Presiding over vespertine flowers and dusky courts - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

Dusky courts hidden behind the moon - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

Dance and think of prophecies in reverse - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

Shadows stretched into sylphs - Roshani Chokshi "To the High School Sweetheart, in Snatches"

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none have followed me here - May Chong "Bunian Laundry"

habitually quenching itself on my sleep - May Chong "Bunian Laundry"

the city with a jagged quiet - May Chong "Bunian Laundry"

no other insomniac notices me - May Chong "Bunian Laundry"

the mutterings of sunburned hearts - May Chong "Bunian Laundry"

Sweets for the stove god - May Chong "Catering"

Gild his words with glucose - May Chong "Catering"

The bitter truth about your deeds - May Chong "Catering"

To offer up intoxicating ripeness - May Chong "Catering"

Feed the snakes nothing - May Chong "Catering"

Do their best work on vegan fare - May Chong "Catering"

With the ferocity of a second lover - May Chong "Catering"

The boar bears your final card - May Chong "Catering"

The king's knock right at heaven's door - May Chong "Catering"

Be careful how and who you feed - May Chong "Catering"

Too rich for one soul to swallow - May Chong "Catering"

Banana ghosts and handsome monkey kings - May Chong "Kamcia"

Count the stars beyond the canes - May Chong "Kamcia"

We felt screams disturb the wind - May Chong "Kamcia"

Everyone scared of being cut down - May Chong "Kamcia"

Whose sweat and salt quenched our roots - May Chong "Kamcia"

For nine days uncelebrated - May Chong "Kamcia"

Traded lullabies root to root - May Chong "Kamcia"

Their foes crashed crow loud around - May Chong "Kamcia"

Your seeds are scattered on distant summer shores - May Chong "Kamcia"

Transplanted these memories leaf stalk and barrel - May Chong "Kamcia"

Paint, wax, fat dragon tears - May Chong "Kamcia"

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Seeks friendship within a veiled temple - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "I Do Not Wish to Carry so Much Burden"

An open vessel hungry for miracles - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "I Do Not Wish to Carry so Much Burden"

Stay alive to witness tomorrow - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "I Do Not Wish to Carry so Much Burden"

A word that replaces beauty with doom - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "Why Is the Forest Lonely?"

Green heart exchanged for ash - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "Why Is the Forest Lonely?"

Even the clouds had witnessed the extinction - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "Why Is the Forest Lonely?"

Mistake your hands for matchsticks - Pacella Chukwuma- Eke "Why Is the Forest Lonely?"

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Knotted together under the spotlight - Samantha H. Chung "Time Traveler's Haibun: 2024"

Silver rings around both wrists - Samantha H. Chung "Time Traveler's Haibun: 2024"

Prosthetic molded to her mouth - Samantha H. Chung "Time Traveler's Haibun: 2024"

The hum of the runway as the plane waits - Samantha H. Chung "Time Traveler's Haibun: 2024"

Waking up somewhere else - Samantha H. Chung "Time Traveler's Haibun: 2024"

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Without wound or mark - Padraic Colum "Christ the Comrade"

Weary of mist and dark - Padraic Colum "An Old Woman of the Roads"

The crying wind and the lonesome hush - Padraic Colum "An Old Woman of the Roads"

Heaped-up sods upon the fire - Padraic Colum "An Old Woman of the Roads"

The pile of turf against the wall - Padraic Colum "An Old Woman of the Roads"

With weights and chains and pendulum - Padraic Colum "An Old Woman of the Roads"

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A gifted black & white postcard - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

Patterns from circled & inverted forms - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

Your staircases looping themselves with infinite regularity - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

A time hole where a woman could fit - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

Seal edges & delete evidence of my escape - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

Junk that flies to outer limits - Stefani Cox "Fuzzy Logic"

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Electric fences and silos and shotguns - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

In jails and cellars and basements - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

The stars have evaporated - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

The echo and whine of a canticle - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

Silhouettes flaring bright as glass melting - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

A grace and a terror to behold - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

Some promise must have been broken - Laura Cranehill "We Let You Live"

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These lone portals of agony and affirmation - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

Painted neon underneath my eyes - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

Folded neatly inside my mask - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

My winged shadow pressed against their windows - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

Tunneled my hunger down deep - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

Whistle a melody against the percussion - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

Then tumble all of the seasons - Rachelle Cruz "Aswang Paces Outside of Kaiser Permanente Hospital"

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Fate's summons to this breaking - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"

Incense offered on a baseless shrine - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"

Which truth and honor gild not - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"

How strangely cold these few yet bitter words - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"

Where the Rhine pours down its sounding tide - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"

Cluster round the young heart's shrine - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

No sadness clogs the dreamer's strain - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

By loves first fantasies oppressed - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

In vain the struggles of his pride - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Pours disappointment's icy tears - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

And winter's earliest whisper roams - Charlotte Cushman "Lines to Fitz-Greene Halleck on reading 'Forget-Me-Not' in the July Knickerbocker" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

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Since treason triumphed - Roger Casement "Benburb"

From their lofty refuge viewed - Roger Casement "Benburb"

Pursues with slackened rein - Roger Casement "Benburb"

Withstood that seething tide - Roger Casement "Benburb"

Claws to cling and beak to kill - Roger Casement "Hamilcar Barca"

Beyond the wolf's grim protocol - Roger Casement "Hamilcar Barca"

A rock where Punic faith should bide its vow - Roger Casement "Hamilcar Barca"

Sunk in the mire and the fen - Roger Casement "The Irish Language"

The mire and the fen of our nameless desires - Roger Casement "The Irish Language"

That our sons should be liars - Roger Casement "The Irish Language"

On currents of perpetual song - Roger Casement "Lost Youth"

In these mid-stream waters - Roger Casement "Lost Youth"

Mighty fountains pure and strong - Roger Casement "Lost Youth"

Though the sun shines not - Roger Casement "Lost Youth"

Nor sun nor stars sufficed - Roger Casement "Lost Youth"

A decade filled with mighty deeds - Roger Casement "Oliver Cromwell 1650-1659"

The people Cromwell taught - Roger Casement "Oliver Cromwell 1650-1659"

Deny your right within these walls - Roger Casement "Oliver Cromwell 1650-1659"

Skill to lead by pathways rife - Roger Casement "Parnell"

Where slander's knife gleamed - Roger Casement "Parnell"

Hid in thunderstorm of lofty pyramid - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

Lofty pyramid of thwarting sea-cloud - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

May grow to fuller knowledge - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

Rooted sure and slow - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

Some Monarch in a crimson field - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

Still the glorious sham abetting - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

In tranquil gold concealed - Roger Casement "The Peak of the Cameroons"

In one little, moving plot of dust - Roger Casement "The Streets of Catania"

The shout of triumph echo - Roger Casement "The Triumph of Hugh O'Neill"

Light a flame on every strand - Roger Casement "The Triumph of Hugh O'Neill"

One mighty blaze shall tell - Roger Casement "The Triumph of Hugh O'Neill"

Flee the whirling hum of London - Roger Casement "Verses (Sent from the Congo Free State in response to Mr. Harrison's appeal for the Restoration of the Elgin Marbles to Greece)"

The bell of climbing goat - Roger Casement "Verses (Sent from the Congo Free State in response to Mr. Harrison's appeal for the Restoration of the Elgin Marbles to Greece)"

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Entwined with lies and snares - Tommaso Campanella "VI. An Exhortation to Mankind" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Traitors to thought and reason - Tommaso Campanella "VI. An Exhortation to Mankind" transl. by John Addington Symonds

To quell three Titan evils I was made - Tommaso Campanella "VII. The Brood of Ignorance" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Souls masked and muffled - Tommaso Campanella "XIII. The World's a Stage" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Before the supreme audience appear - Tommaso Campanella "XIII. The World's a Stage" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Daughter of envy and nonentity - Tommaso Campanella "XVIII. To Death" transl. by John Addington Symonds

With plagues of hell diseased - Tommaso Campanella "XXIII. The Modern Cupid" transl. by John Addington Symonds

The wise fervour of a blameless mind - Tommaso Campanella "XXIII. The Modern Cupid" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Stands loaded with wood and stone - Tommaso Campanella "XXV. The People" transl. by John Addington Symonds

For pence doled out by kings - Tommaso Campanella "XXV. The People" transl. by John Addington Symonds

If one arise to tell this truth - Tommaso Campanella "XXV. The People" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Her own proof of immortality - Tommaso Campanella "XXVI. Conscience" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Harm those they hoodwink - Tommaso Campanella "XXVII. The Bad Prince" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Bearing alone the load of liberty - Tommaso Campanella "XXIX. To Venice" transl. by John Addington Symonds

That make blind chance the heir - Tommaso Campanella "XXXI. To Poland" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Choosing a prince of fortune - Tommaso Campanella "XXXI. To Poland" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Even more by luck misled - Tommaso Campanella "XXXI. To Poland" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Their titles to true immortality - Tommaso Campanella "XXXI. To Poland" transl. by John Addington Symonds

The despots in their stolen state - Tommaso Campanella "XXXII. To the Swiss" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Hiding his poisonous ware - Tommaso Campanella "XXXIV. Hypocrites" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Having fashioned so devout a snare - Tommaso Campanella "XXXIV. Hypocrites" transl. by John Addington Symonds

The true sons of perfidy - Tommaso Campanella "XXXV. Sophists" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Those who only view the husk - Tommaso Campanella "XXXVI. Against Hypocrites" transl. by John Addington Symonds

The base hucksters of sophistry - Tommaso Campanella "XXXVII. On the Lord's Prayer. No.1" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Gilt claws of tyrant brutes - Tommaso Campanella "XXXVII. On the Lord's Prayer. No.1" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Greater wonders than shook Pharaoh's throne - Tommaso Campanella "XXXIX. On the Lord's Prayer. No.3" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Pastured on lies and shadows - Tommaso Campanella "XLI. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.2. The Doom of the Impious" transl. by John Addington Symonds

When the fifth angel's vial pours - Tommaso Campanella "XLI. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.2. The Doom of the Impious" transl. by John Addington Symonds

And savage teeth shall grind and gnash - Tommaso Campanella "XLI. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.2. The Doom of the Impious" transl. by John Addington Symonds

With fury fell and anger vain - Tommaso Campanella "XLI. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.2. The Doom of the Impious" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Rejoice with mirth of mind - Tommaso Campanella "XLI. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.2. The Doom of the Impious" transl. by John Addington Symonds

May hope to see mild Saturn's reign - Tommaso Campanella "XLII. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.3. The Golden Age" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Made bold by fraud and perfidy - Tommaso Campanella "XLII. A Prophecy of Judgment. No.3. The Golden Age" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Stored in the archives of eternity - Tommaso Campanella "XLVI. The Year 1603" transl. by John Addington Symonds

To promulgate that dread decree - Tommaso Campanella "XLVI. The Year 1603" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Rome on two iron legs - Tommaso Campanella "XLVII. Nebuchadnezzar's Image" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Flowers that yield their breath - Tommaso Campanella "LV. To Annibale Caraccioli, a Writer of Eclogues" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Leave toys and playthings to the crowd - Tommaso Campanella "LVII. To Ridolfo di Bina" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Shall unwind the tangled skein - Tommaso Campanella "LX. God Made and God Rules" transl. by John Addington Symonds

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Violet sky cradling shards of sun - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

Snow and black ink - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

Infinite reasons I could give for gladness - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

The wound from which your question arises - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

Stitch your heart's fissure - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

Welled up in your darkened pupil - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

Human folly delivered by calm - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

The wound is within you and not - Johnson Cheu "Wail"

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From the interior of no imagining - Wo Chan "i pissed on a red christmas"

Held a billion glass lives - Wo Chan "i pissed on a red christmas"

The boundaries are negotiable - Wo Chan "my life with newly painted nails is well"

Eclipsed by a spray of fortune - Wo Chan "my mother's face"

A shadow recessed in shadow - Wo Chan "my mother's face"

Unable to shred the fog of futures - Wo Chan "performing miss america at bushwig 2018, then chilling"

Undoing some violence in synchrony - Wo Chan "performing miss america at bushwig 2018, then chilling"

Desires destiny as mutable - Wo Chan "the shoes"

Reciprocal, illicit beyond touch - Wo Chan "the shoes"

The salted earth sheds dust - Wo Chan "the shoes"

The late patter of heaven - Wo Chan "the shoes"

In the backlot of my father's skull - Wo Chan "Such As"

Ate everything with my monster eye - Wo Chan "Such As"

Steeped in sodium and stir-fry - Wo Chan "[What makes you possible?]"

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Mixing kindness and sabotage - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

May other reckless souls be consumed - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

The construction of our living inferno - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

Cracking and burning bones as fuel - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

The walls scream for mercy - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

An improbable spring and a maybe sunrise - Chia-Lun Chang "Vote Your Way to Hell"

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An owl came to my lodge - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

Never a moment of ceasing - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

The mutations of a cicada - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

Thus fortune and disaster entwine - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

In confusion inextricably joined - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

An unmoored boat drifting aimlessly - Chia Yi "Rhyme-Prose on the Owl" transl. by Burton Watson

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Our mutual trust divide - Joseph Horatio Chant "Alaskan Boundary Settlement"

And puzzling doubts remain - Joseph Horatio Chant "Alaskan Boundary Settlement"

Stand to-day on higher ground - Joseph Horatio Chant "Aspiration"

Well versed in use of arms - Joseph Horatio Chant "Bag Your Game"

Holds out midst flood and fire - Joseph Horatio Chant "Brotherhood"

Never yet outlawed - Joseph Horatio Chant "Brotherhood"

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Wrought with scarlet flowers - Wilfred Childe "Age Gothique Dore"

And in star-light he walks on - Wilfred Childe "Age Gothique Dore"

Dined beneath the leopards - W.R. Childe "The Gothic Rose"

A crown of flinty spines about the rose - W.R. Childe "The Gothic Rose"

Cover with silver plumes of fire - W.R. Childe "Les Hallucines"

Stab our souls with seeds of sworded fire - W.R. Childe "Les Hallucines"

The radiant kisses of the air - Wilfred Childe "Rosa Innocens"

Storm-wind shattering the boughs - Wilfred Childe "Rosa Innocens"

A silence over the void sky - Wilfred Childe "Sea Fairy"

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Of great limbs gone to chaos - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Where seven sunken Englands lie buried - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Thunder to smoke and choke the sun - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

And these ride high in history - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

The holy kings ride down by Severn side - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

There came green devils out of the sea - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

He also looked forth for an hour - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Where the tortured trumpets scream aloud - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

When we went under a dragon moon - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Saw black trees on the battle-height - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Ride through the silent earthquake lands - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Up through an empty house of stars - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Up the inhuman steeps of space - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

Carrying the firelight on your face - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Dedication"

When the ends of the world waxed free - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Ancient eagles on its brink - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Gather and drink the sacrament of the sun - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

The rain is changed to silver dust - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

In mirrors of ice and night - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Cry of the palms and the purple moons - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Gripped the ground and grasped the air - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Came ruin and the rain that burns - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Wrought in the monk's slow manner - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Keyholes of heaven and hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Worse than the gates of hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Grey fields gone behind the set of sun - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

The door of the darkness fallen ajar - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

What wicked things are written on the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book I. The Vision of the Kings"

Shaken of the joy of giants - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

Washed his soul in the west wind - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

The word of the world's desire - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

Save that the sky grows darker - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

A lost land of boulders and broken men - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

A sea that might swallow the seraphim - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book II. The Gathering of the Chiefs"

Lights of sacrilege and scorn - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

On a marble pillar in the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Whom the new wine of war sent wild - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

The secret stones of kings - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Whom the heavens loved in vain - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

A sea of tears and every soul a wave - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Soundless as an arrow of snow - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Of rage and roaring will - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Shall know a new light in the mind - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

When all the north was dark - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Red hells and golden heavens - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Castles in the fire - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Weeping out of the ancient sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

The heart of the locked battle - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Blazes bright above the cup - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

And burn our beards in hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

The hare has still more heart to run - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Our monks go robed in rain and snow - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Go clothed in feasts and flames - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Eyes of owl and feet of fox - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Dim green or torn with golden scars - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

In the red heavens of hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

A star blown on the wind - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

A cake with kinder leaven - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Strange spears hung with ancient charms - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Jars of mead and stores of rye - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

The third great thunder on the wind - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

The squirrels stirred in dusty dreams - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Flings frail palaces at the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Pride juggles with her toppling towers - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Their torches tossed a ladder of fire - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Shrines without name or number - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

Brimstone and pitch and flames - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

And turned him to a conquered land - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

Awoke with crash and cry - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

And the birds had bread to eat - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

And the forest is full of eyes - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

Ten poles before their palisades - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

With mystery and iron laughter stirred - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

And shall I fight with scarecrows - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

Sent it splendid through the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

That the oath endures the end - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

In monk's rhyme or wizard's rune - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book V. Ethandune: The First Stroke"

Two hosts shocked with dust and din - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

With his foot on a waste of cities - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

Move among roots of nations - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

Down to the buried kingdoms creep - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

Now is the judgment of the earth - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

Over the thrones of doom and blood - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

All wheels or webs of any worth - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

God of gold and flaming glass - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VI. Ethandune: The Slaying of the Chiefs"

The last line that sunders sand and surf - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Piled up small stones to make a town - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Crimson kings on battle-towers - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Hermits on their peaks of snow - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

In the forest of all fears - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Grey twilight and a yellow star - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

The wheel of the roaring stillness - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Of all labours under the sun - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

Smiles as sour as brine - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

And seven swords were in her heart - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VII. Ethandune: The Last Charge"

The opening of his iron book - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Crakens and coils of mystery - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Scrawled screens and secret gardens - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

The purple country of Prester John - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

An isle with utter clearness lit - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Horror and the shade of harm - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Terror and theft set free - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

And ring upon earth all evil's knell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

That dwell in the corners of the sky - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Wheels of wind and star - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Of curse in bone and kin - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

One turret of smoke like ivory - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book VIII. The Scouring of the Horse"

Stern and cunning are the Kings - G.K. Chesterton "A Christmas Carol"

When fishes flew and forests walked - G.K. Chesterton "The Donkey"

And figs grew upon the thorn - G.K. Chesterton "The Donkey"

Some moment when the moon was blood - G.K. Chesterton "The Donkey"

Tattered outlaw of the earth, of ancient crooked will - G.K. Chesterton "The Donkey"

One far fierce hour and sweet - G.K. Chesterton "The Donkey"

Ordered his lunch by megaphone - G.K. Chesterton "The Good Rich Man"

A hundred pulleys and cranks between - G.K. Chesterton "The Good Rich Man"

Though the wheels may dance all day - G.K. Chesterton "Me Heart"

Before the Roman came to Rye - G.K. Chesterton "The Rolling English Road"

I knew no harm of Bonaparte - G.K. Chesterton "The Rolling English Road"

The wild thing went from left to right - G.K. Chesterton "The Rolling English Road"

A naked people under a naked crown - G.K. Chesterton "The Secret People"

That had eaten the abbey's fruits - G.K. Chesterton "The Secret People"

In foam and flame at Trafalgar - G.K. Chesterton "The Secret People"

Lords without anger and honour - G.K. Chesterton "The Secret People"

Worse than the ancient wrongs - G.K. Chesterton "The Secret People"

Great ghosts shall rise to vindicate the right of cats - G.K. Chesterton "To Enid who acted the Cat in private Pantomime"

Forgot the shadow on his soul - G.K. Chesterton "To Enid who acted the Cat in private Pantomime"

Even Puss in Boots will wish that he were in your shoes - G.K. Chesterton "To Enid who acted the Cat in private Pantomime"

The seven heavens came roaring down - G.K. Chesterton "Wine and Water"

For the throats of hell to drink - G.K. Chesterton "Wine and Water"

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Clean and thankful and mostly imaginary - Franny Choi "Quarantine"

Hurl myself faster toward extinction - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

Last year's extinctions paint the wall - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

I occupy the present tense - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

The war or its unending ending - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

Without language for its opposite - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

The opposite of the present tense - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

Polishing me into language - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

The sound of my past catching up with yours - Franny Choi "Time-Sensitive"

Used what words we had - Franny Choi "We Used Our Words We Used What Words We Had"

Words to ward off sleep - Franny Choi "We Used Our Words We Used What Words We Had"

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Scatter fragrance after winter's gloom - E. Coungeau "If I Might Choose"

In long procession down the stream of Time - E. Coungeau "Peace"

The sands of centuries o'er them - E. Coungeau "Peace"

At whose shrine knelt luxury and vice - E. Coungeau "Peace"

With Vulcan's rage and mutterings bold - E. Coungeau "To Selene"

With Jovian darts and thunders - E. Coungeau "To Selene"

Will bask in blissful dreams - E. Coungeau "To Selene"

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Eternal shapes of shadowly light - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

Gold and glamour of Life's lotus - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

I journey to the black unknown - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

That burning heart of blood to spend - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

Go, seek the stars and count them - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

The golden night of mingling fire - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

With passionate music to enthrall - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

As sunlight melts in wine - Aleister Crowley "Tannhauser"

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An urgency to turn home - Killarney Clary "[Backlit by the glitter-chopped horizon,]"

Less rain means more salt - Killarney Clary "[Backlit by the glitter-chopped horizon,]"

To the place of starting again - Killarney Clary "[Into the land of youth]"

On the coast of promise - Killarney Clary "[Into the land of youth]"

Without reflection we stop - Killarney Clary "[Into the land of youth]"

Itinerary worn out, facing the surf - Killarney Clary "[Into the land of youth]"

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Photons from the upper atmosphere - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Analyzed into a single instance - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Something about the architecture of of time - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

The structure of the shared universe - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Sweep my small corner of the universe - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

The constant new hum of electricity - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Connection between a cycle and a trajectory - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Of the future sailing outward - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

A game played by chemicals - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

A game played by myth - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Atoms and the void dimensional time - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Apes of kinship and grief - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

The chromatic topography of our shared mind - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

Where atoms sing to the void - Cody-Rose Clevidence "This Household of Earthly Nature; An Essay"

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No new way to feel alone - CAConrad "[everyone asks for the you they remember]"

Shredded the parachutes to confetti in celebration - C. A. Conrad "Frank"

A snorkel breathing another dimension - C. A. Conrad "Frank"

He never saw the hand that threw them - C. A. Conrad "From FRANK" (Nov. 2003)

He saw the devil in every room - C. A. Conrad "From FRANK" (Nov. 2003)

It's just the condition of my soul - C. A. Conrad "From FRANK" (Nov. 2003)

Lost in a pile of needles and spools - CAConrad "Home.3"

A bottle made of ideas - CAConrad "Home.3"

That gold watch you dropped into hot coals - CAConrad "Home.3"

The authority of Flowers - CAConrad "Leave Something Quiet in Shell of My Ear"

Making sumptuous death - CAConrad "Leave Something Quiet in Shell of My Ear"

The undisclosed mirror - CAConrad "Leave Something Quiet in Shell of My Ear"

After exterminating wolves and bison - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"

Dance before the song runs out - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"

So wilderness never becomes mythology - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"

A museum of fur fangs and hooves - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"

On breath of dreaming tyrants - CAConrad "Neptune.4"

Set my periscope on breath of dreaming - CAConrad "Neptune.4"

Twelve trees is a forest these days - CAConrad "Neptune.4"

What the new moon requires - CAConrad "Neptune.4"

A freshly written eviction note - CAConrad "Pluto.1"

One more sign for anguish poured - CAConrad "Saturn.1"

When quaking became zeal - CAConrad "Sharking of the Birdcage"

Shall be sheriff of my tender zoo - CAConrad "Sharking of the Birdcage"

Baptized in the beauty of pure elements - CAConrad "(Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread"

A poet with a storm to digest - CAConrad "(Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread"

A meditative measure of wind and rain - CAConrad "(Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread"

Set an empty cup in the storm - CAConrad "(Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread"

Soothing was not truth's goal - CAConrad "(Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread"

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That has derailed my dreams - Maxe Crandall "Sappho for Everybody"

Nonsense proclamations followed by primal screams - Maxe Crandall "Sappho for Everybody"

Ideal and failure, sentiment and lure - Maxe Crandall "Sappho for Everybody"

Bitter outtakes from tar - Maxe Crandall "Sappho for Everybody"

In the future when distance fails - Maxe Crandall "Sappho for Everybody"

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The fickle glitter looked in anger down - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Gold and crimson strew earth's gloomy floor - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Hope's bright birds sing through them - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Summon gold and crimson, bright as dyed in blood - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

The fevered radiance fades from life's doomed tree - Mrs. Martha Walker Cook "Autumn Leaves" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Make a grave for the dreams of the Past - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Though they follow so wild and so fast - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Sharp strokes fall piercing, unceasing, and true - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Follow the track of the rude spade through - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Enwrought from the tissue of thought - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Move on to monotones, solemn and slow - Martha Walker Cook "Buried Alive" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

High and fathomless above us - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

No cold canvas of dead color - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Sometimes glowing into glory - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Sometimes glooming into storms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Signs and symbols throng the sky - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Forms and melts the surging haze - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Cloudland's curves and grading colors - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Wild longings through us steal - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Stoop to shade the scented cups of flowers - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Through infinite gradations pass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Through color may send greetings to the sight - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

See the Infinite through nature's magic glass - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

The burning heart of everything we see - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Millions fleck the face of Heaven - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Restless mirror of the Infinite - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

When the sunset rays dart kisses - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

With every shaft electric flash - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Drink the sunset's dying passion - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cirrus. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Rearing dizzy forms on high - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Copying all the soaring outlines - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Heart-tossed shadows in them lie - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Luminous jets of boiling vapor - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Topple into sudden rifts, open into yawning chasms - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Break in tortured whirling drifts - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Cradling in their hearts the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Lightning bares each secret form - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Banding now in groups colossal - "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Toppling crests fling back the radiance - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Ruby kindling, rippling fringed with molten gold - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Through the tempest's blackness rolled - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Every moment fraught with change - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Every break and mystic chasm opening - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Through each rift and shattered chasm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Cumuli. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Light in the bosom of darkness has birth - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Joining the list of the shadowy army - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Lifting strange columns of light - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Like the Dream-ladder Jacob slept by - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Death may be riding the wings of the wind - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

Infinite Love rules the heart of the storm - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

The wilder the drifting, the deeper the hue - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds: Rain Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]

The Raven from the 'night's Plutonian shore' - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

His burning glance withered by wasting life - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

The weary moments dragged their crimson sands - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Time and Eternity were of one hue - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

In change of place a change of pain - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Maddening doubts born from the demon cry - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Neglected it had been through all the storm - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Shone with metallic lustre, sombre fire - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Words of dull negation darkly fell - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Stands appalled before its dark abyss - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

With gloomy thoughts and thronging dreams oppressed -Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Which strews our midnight thick with stars - Martha Walker Cook "The Dove" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

Take the diamonds from my forehead - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Lead me back into the sunny years - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Ere I wore proud chains of diamonds, forged of bitter, frozen tears - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Poured strange knowledge through my mind - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Every generous thought is scandal - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "Ethel: Fitz Fashion's Wife" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Where the eternal surge beats time no more - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

A dreamer wrapped in pleasant thoughts - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

The stars revealed to me their trackless paths - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Dark, fierce, and full of power - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Maddened with light from Beauty's sun - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Measured out the fleeting sands of life - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Fraught with faith and haunting memories - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

I have poured my worship on the dust - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

A ruined wreck adrift upon a surging sea - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Seek to link again our broken ties - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

The love of soul yields not to change of state - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

Why do I shrink to own the bitter truth? - Mrs. Martha W. Cook "A Spirit's Reproach" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.2, August 1863]

In the Project Gutenberg indexing of Continental Monthly v.4, "A Spirit's Reproach" is given as "The Spirit's Reproach." I have used 'A' because that's what's in the text of the journal. I'm specifying because that initial article affects the alphabetization in the index.

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Hark! the wind is sorrowing still - E.W.C. "November" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

The stately mullein rears its brown and withered crest - E.W.C. "November" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

Once the hills were clad in scarlet - E.W.C. "November" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

While the trees all listen trembling - E.W.C. "November" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

And the reckless wind is telling now - E.W.C. "November" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]

Where the deep-cut leaves of the liverwort grow - E.W.C. "The Wild Azalea" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

Flowers of the dogwood blow over the pale anemones - E.W.C. "The Wild Azalea" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

Where the sun-flecked shadows lie - E.W.C. "The Wild Azalea" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]
Lifting its sculptured flowers to the beams - E.W.C. "The Wild Azalea" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

Laughs with the wind as it saunters past - E.W.C. "The Wild Azalea" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

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Witnessing the vanishing of human voices - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

The vanishing of human voices - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

Fade into a singularity - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

Alone with nature's tricks - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

Harmony with the owl's screech - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

The discordant dialects of the frogs - Onyedikachi Chinedu "Snail-Picking"

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Whirled in a perpetual damning wheel - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

From every circle under heaven - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Possessing still the bestial fire - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

The produce of conceit and lead - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Polluted with the dung of demons damn'd - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Deep stained with malice, hate and spleen - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Crawling round the brink of hell - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Only suited to the stews of hell - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Contending always with the fog - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Sounding from the gates of hell - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

All sink beneath the boiling wave - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

To reach the portals of the heavenly world - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

Like lightning, through the billows flew - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

To save a scoundrel from the rope - James Ewing Cooley "The Spawn of Ixion"

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Toiled in the naked fields - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Where no bush a shelter yields - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Poverty must brave the storm - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

As suits a tyrant's trade - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Bask in Fortune's arms - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

How the weather's getting on - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Fresh horrors scheming there - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Endless Mercy stoops to save - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Still beating through the snow - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

How many a bitter blast - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

Till the clock had counted ten - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

With aching bones and heavy head - John Clare "Address to Plenty: In Winter"

The shock of fortune's frown - John Clare "Effusion"

With muttering curses stung - John Clare "The Harvest Morning"

Your rigid fates confine - John Clare "The Harvest Morning"

Must recruit exhausted power - John Clare "The Harvest Morning"

Forsake me like a memory lost - John Clare "I Am!"

Rise and vanish in oblivious host - John Clare "I Am!"

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise - John Clare "I Am!"

Into the living sea of waking dreams - John Clare "I Am!"

The vast shipwreck of my life's esteems - John Clare "I Am!"

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly - John Clare "I Hid My Love"

The fly's bass turned a lion's roar - John Clare "I Hid My Love"

And even silence found a tongue - John Clare "I Hid My Love"

The riddle nature could not prove - John Clare "I Hid My Love"

Of night and dark obscurity - John Clare "An Invite to Eternity"

Where the path has lost its way - John Clare "An Invite to Eternity"

Where the sun forgets the day - John Clare "An Invite to Eternity"

Will fade like visioned dreams - John Clare "An Invite to Eternity"

And could words unseal the spell - John Clare "The Meeting"

While the dazzled eye surveys - John Clare "Noon"

Cheer me with your warbling notes - John Clare "Noon"

Gone away to nothingness and night - John Clare "The Old Year"

A guest to every heart's desire - John Clare "The Old Year"

Full many a fruitless prayer - John Clare "Patty of the Vale"

And gnaw the frozen turnip - John Clare "Sheep in Winter"

Bear a load of snow upon their backs - John Clare "Sheep in Winter"

And hides behind the hedges - John Clare "Sheep in Winter"

My startled soul to charm - John Clare "Song"

Swallows check their winding flight - John Clare "Summer Evening"

Sparrows fighting on the thatch - John Clare "Summer Evening"

The glow-worm burnishes its lamp - John Clare "Summer Images"

A merry thrush sings hymns of rapture - John Clare "The Thrush's Nest"

While I drank the sound with joy - John Clare "The Thrush's Nest"

A brood of nature's minstrels - John Clare "The Thrush's Nest"

Mix our wishes in a tokening tear - John Clare "To an April Daisy"

Thunder's grave black vest - John Clare "To the Clouds"

The dwelling of all majesty - John Clare "To the Clouds"

An hour-glass on the run - John Clare "What Is Life?"

That in the act of seizing shrinks - John Clare "What Is Life?"

A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn - John Clare "What Is Life?"

The universal plagues of life - John Clare "What Is Life?"

The day in winter's loaded garment - John Clare "Winter Walk"

A single feather of the driving storm - John Clare "Winter Walk"

As kings with all their luxury - John Clare "The Woodman"

From long debts keep free - John Clare "The Woodman"

And dithering echo starts and mocks - John Clare "The Woodman"

Content with meaner prey - John Clare "The Woodman"

Give twopence for the chance - John Clare "The Woodman"

Sufficient strength to toil - John Clare "The Woodman"

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Still on the silver string of memory - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The golden beads of joy that once were mine - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Whose ways are all unknown - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

From Daylight's wreck her gilded spars - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Bathed forever in the noon-day glare - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

From the calm shadow of my tent - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Upon whose blazing path the clouds are dust - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The thunder of the deep will be my psalm - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

With portals of bluebells and lilies rare - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The rose will yield its petals to the wind - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

An adverse cruel tide will steal the dream - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Who journeys to the verge of age - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The glowing bubbles of the future burst - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Touched by the finger-tip of Memory - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Leaning on the muffled harp of thought - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Upon the shore of silver fall asleep - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The ripple of an adverse tide - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Darking bitter waters seemed to stay the prow - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The hearts that float where flows the tide - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

The promise of ambition's streaming star - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Thrice from angry winds and waters - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

Within a craft of pearl and crystal light - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

And set the prisoned light of heaven free - Thomas S. Chard "Across the Sea"

On devious paths unseen by mortal eyes - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

Unheard by us the crystal waters flow - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

By every path the leaves of healing grow - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

The tides of light and bird-song mingled - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

Where avarice meets in never-ending fray - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

And leave me to the empty ways of earth - Thomas S. Chard "The Blessed Vale"

The mandate of the waning moon - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

The shepherd sun upon his path of gold - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

In distant skies beyond our time - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Resolved to dust by time - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Dwells in Temples never made by hands - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

In His hands a thousand spheres - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Celestial bread for their deep hungering - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Bright stars drifting on the ethereal tide - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

A golden boat rock onward to its changing destiny - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

On the span of rainbow arches is upheld - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

While we follow every promise sweet - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Where some joy untasted yet awaits - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

Where Time dispels the hopes that Fancy gave - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"

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Dance to the tune of shot and shell - W.E. Christian "Hands Across the Sea"

So what's the odds to you and me - W.E. Christian "The Hike"

When the rocks come through the holes - W.E. Christian "Hiking in the Philippines"

Snap your fingers at the dice - W.E. Christian "Pay Day"

'Til the Barkeep's out of ice - W.E. Christian "Pay Day"

My fingers around my last dollar were curled - W.E. Christian "The Tale and Wail of a Rookie"

Of all diseases I've been the receiver - W.E. Christian "The Tale and Wail of a Rookie"

Her night will kisses that midnight sun - W.E. Christian "Weaning Time"

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And other distant dogs respond - Frances Cornford "At Night"

Brown shadows leaping up the wall - Frances Cornford "Autumn Evening"

Go to lecture with the wind - Frances Cornford "Autumn Morning at Cambridge"

Golden ladies come to dance - Frances Cornford "In France"

Fallen leaves that curled and shrank - Frances Cornford "The Old Witch in the Copse"

Blistering nettles burning harsh - Frances Cornford "The Old Witch in the Copse"

Celandines as heavenly crowns - Frances Cornford "The Old Witch in the Copse"

Washed and white and newly spun - Frances Cornford "Spring Morning"

For a festival of sun - Frances Cornford "Spring Morning"

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That should never cease while daylight lasted - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Birds in the Snow"

And the wind's blighting breath howls round - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Birds in the Snow"

All the earth bound with frost, all the sky snow-full - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Birds in the Snow"

Angry enough to o'erwhelm a whole Rookery - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Blackbird and the Rooks"

Building your mansion with other folks' sticks - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Blackbird and the Rooks"

In his voice and his character found many flaws - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Blackbird and the Rooks"

For pity could scarcely a single note sing - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Blackbird and the Rooks"

To hear the returning Rooks' caw of despair - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Blackbird and the Rooks"

See but a part of the gloomy world - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Don't Be Afraid"

I know each step of the fearsome way - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Don't Be Afraid"

The bleakest sky has tiny rifts when the stars shine through - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Don't Be Afraid"

Come along for the work is ready - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Going to Work"

Has ploughed thro' years of sorrow deep - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Going to Work"

Shame if ever you make them weep - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Going to Work"

Weary eyes that seldom smiled - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Motherless Child"

Through the snowy night so bleak and wild - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Motherless Child"

Earned her bread with a patient heart - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Motherless Child"

The long low sun on the level wall - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Over the Hills and Far Away"

'Twixt the level street and the level sky - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Over the Hills and Far Away"

If I could but lift my head - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Over the Hills and Far Away"

I shall be gone, past night, past day - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Over the Hills and Far Away"

With many a hope and not one fear - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Running After the Rainbow"

My silent heart is stirred - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "A September Robin"

With brave heart we'll sing on, little bird - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "A September Robin"

Blackberry-brambles crawling in many a tangled shoot - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Till damsons dropped from the branches sere - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

How we watched the sun set, and criticized the sky - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Heedless of jolt or jar - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Shaken pears came tumbling in showers upon the ground - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Where the treasures dropped down and deftly hid - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

For pleasure has its ending - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Out streaming across the lonely road - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Shaking of the Pear Tree"

Little you know of broken hearts - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Story of the Birkenhead"

And night fell suddenly and soon - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Story of the Birkenhead"

Between the dreadful crystal seas and the sky's dreadful smile - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Story of the Birkenhead"

The moving of His hands beneath the eternal Dark - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Story of the Birkenhead"

With fairies abroad for watch and warden - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Wonderful Apple-Tree"

Hung out my fruit all the summer days - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Wonderful Apple-Tree"

Got so much sunshine, and pleasure and praise - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Wonderful Apple-Tree"

I'm determined to keep my whole crop - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Wonderful Apple-Tree"

By slow and ever-varying signs - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Year's End"

Like rootless flowers you plant in gardens - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "The Year's End"

Drive me from garden in anger and pride - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Young Dandelion"

Feed her with nectar, shelter her warm - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik "Young Dandelion"

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Fed with nourishment divine - Abraham Cowley "The Grasshopper"

Nature's self thy Ganymede - Abraham Cowley "The Grasshopper"

Prophet of the ripened year - Abraham Cowley "The Grasshopper"

Like foolish birds to painted grapes - Abraham Cowley "To the Royal Society"

The sharp points of envious wit - Abraham Cowley "To the Royal Society"

By various turns of the celestial dance - Abraham Cowley "To the Royal Society"

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Takes from the fish-hawk his newly caught prey - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

And trample the rice that grows wild on its brink - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Pride, pomp, nor envy, have ever been there - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Jerboa just roused from his long winter nap - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

All dislikes for this day were forbidden - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Feeling a thirst that could not be endured - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

And lighted alone by the firefly's lamp - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

I have seen the thin nautilus trimming her sail - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

There clung a whole bevy of parasite barnacles - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The fights of the quarrelsome swordfish and shark - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The flower that buries a fly in its cup - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Endless the wonders of shallow and deep - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

As they always objected to travel by night - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Heard the tree-frog foretelling a storm - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Disturb'd by the crane's and the crying-bird's screams - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The tortoise made off at the mention of rain - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Put little faith in the toad's necromancy - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Now confusion has taken the place of repose - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

With his very best friend he could never agree - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The sentinel marmot's shrill whistle of fear - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

Whose dangers, mirth, sorrows, and dwelling he shared - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

From the edge of a precipice lets himself fall - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

By ravens and vultures is speedily finish'd - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The whip-poor-will telling that night is at hand - F.B.C. "The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic"

The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic at Project Gutenberg. Author's preface is signed 'F.B.C., and I'm using that rather than 'anonymous' even though PG lists the author as anonymous.

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Far away, where the sheaves are golden - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

A tiny lay Puck hath late unfolden - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

Once a brier loved a rose, at her feet adoring - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

Sweet she glanced from high repose - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

Adept fashioned it with laughter - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

Fixed it soft with cunning whim - B.C. "Love Lights" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.10-v.I, 8 March 1884]

Poet at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site. No real information here, but I assume they'll update if they find something.

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Its salt stays on the tongue - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

Burns like wine the open wound - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

Do you have the heart to say the truth? - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

Full of strange bacteria, indifferent to your pain - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

I will let you think the sea is sacred still - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

Watching the waves eat back the blueblack dunes - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

Watching each wavecrash reverberate - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

A drum that sounded centuries ago - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

A cat's rough tongue scraping land back to waves - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

How long until the world is sea again? - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

With every stone it swallows, the ocean grows - Andrew Calis "The Sea / Is Sacred Still"

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Pining sore for change to healthful ground - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

Feeling thy heart's worst wound - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

Knocked at every door, yet no admittance found - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

A place where gates of stone and brass are - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

Beyond all that the loud world knows - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

To urge extinction of life's spark - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

A thought to turn us from ourselves - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]

Earth's shadows fall across our thoughts - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

Listening to the hopeful skylark's call - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

Fear too much, and hope too little - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

All that's threatened is not lost - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

The lark soars bravely towards the sun - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

To win a wise and bloodless victory - Calder Campbell "Sonnet [Too much--too much we make Earth's shadows fall]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.308, 24 Nov. 1849]

Ne'er shall I wander at morning or eve - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Hearts there have withered - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

That give green thoughts in sunshine and bright hopes in gloom - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Friendship, which love's loud emotions becalms - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Let thy first lessons from nature be won - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Music that swells in the tree-linnet's psalms - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

A feast fit to serve in the bowers of a dream - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Blossoms that heal all sick qualms - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

Where the sun never scorches, the strength never fails - Calder Campbell "Under the Palms" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.455, 18 Sept. 1852]

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With sword and spear, I'd seek a warrior's fame - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

No more stern deeds of blood - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

And thoughts that sweep as high - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Scarf athwart my corslet cast - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Mettled steed through battle-throng shall bear me - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Pride shall make my spirit strong - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Among the great of mind and heart - Robert Chambers "The Ladye that I Love" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Tempests broke its gentle dream - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Darker woe come o'er calm self-enjoying thought - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

And passion's storms a wilder scene - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Both have trackless pass'd away - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

This ravaged bosom might subside to peace and joy - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Heaven as bright as this be mirror'd in its deep - Robert Chambers "My Native Bay" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Land of the uncorrupted heart - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Of ancient faith and glory - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Land where my soul was nourished - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

And all by memory cherish'd - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

In this fond enthusiast heart has found - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Garner'd fondly up within its depths of feeling - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Where childhood plays and ponders - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Wild spontaneous flowers hang o'er each flood - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Who saved a bloody heritage for us in times departed - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Through a thousand years of wrong - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

That old early time, when came the victor Roman - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Found in them uncompromising foemen - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Met eagles of a sterner brood - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Wallace repell'd and smote the myriad foe - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

And drove the proud Plantagenet before him - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

To save no valued thing but honour - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

A tale of broken hearts to vary that of slaughter - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

When wicked men were reigning - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Where all on earth was black despair - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

The deed must be in tears of blood repented - Robert Chambers "To Scotland" [Spirit of Chambers' Journal, 1834, Project Gutenberg]

Poet at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.

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The source book credits these to 'R.C.' The first two links above connect these specific poems to Robert Chambers..

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The searchlight of a February moon - Nicholas Christopher "Lake Como"

An eastern star set like a pearl atop a steeple - Nicholas Christopher "Lake Como"

Gliding among themselves oblivious to strife - Nicholas Christopher "Lake Como"

All else that wears a body down - Nicholas Christopher "Lake Como"

Another alley that ran straight into darkness - Nicholas Christopher "1943"

Working with a slide rule protractor and graph paper - Nicholas Christopher "1943"

The slice of the world my father gazed at - Nicholas Christopher "1943"

To escape a place even the pigeons avoided - Nicholas Christopher "1943"

Waded through rough surf to a sunny beach in Sicily - Nicholas Christopher "1943"

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His ghost wears our raincoats - Marianne Chan "Cebu City"

Listen to the heart's sea - Marianne Chan "Counterargument that Goes All the Way Around"

Past the Cape of Forgotten Obstacles - Marianne Chan "Counterargument that Goes All the Way Around"

Through the Strait of Violent Returns - Marianne Chan "Counterargument that Goes All the Way Around"

The heart is the best navigator - Marianne Chan "Counterargument that Goes All the Way Around"

From an egg sitting on an iceberg - Marianne Chan "Counterargument that Goes All the Way Around"

Mirrors reflect other people's furniture - Marianne Chan "A Country of Beautiful Women"

Who have never trusted snow - Marianne Chan "December 1998"

Memory travels through several time zones - Marianne Chan "Jet Lag"

Making a room bubble like a shoal of bream - Marianne Chan "The Lives of Saints"

Quiet as an empty bathtub - Marianne Chan "The Lives of Saints"

A cavern that refuses to be filled - Marianne Chan "The Lives of Saints"

Always at a point of departure - Marianne Chan "On Buzz Aldrin's Birthday"

Desperate for something sacred - Marianne Chan "Seafood City"

Hold the past with both arms - Marianne Chan "Some Words of the Aforesaid Heathen Peoples"

The debris of a broken ship - Marianne Chan "Some Words of the Aforesaid Heathen Peoples"

Souvenirs from jet lag and weeping - Marianne Chan "Viewing Service"

Boys with candlewick lips to be lit - Marianne Chan "With"

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A tail of color-coded wires - Michael Collier "Birds Appearing in a Dream"

A blackbird stretching orchid wings - Michael Collier "Birds Appearing in a Dream"

All flew like leaves fluttering to escape - Michael Collier "Birds Appearing in a Dream"

You who have made bright things from shadows - Michael Collier "Birds Appearing in a Dream"

You who have crossed the distances to roost in me - Michael Collier "Birds Appearing in a Dream"

Four dividing into two scavenging pairs - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

This close to the earth they have nothing to say - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

In a hands-behind-back colloquy of feints and nods - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

The ankle boots of an idea gone missing - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

Accountants of random expenditures - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

Connoisseurs of the worm's catacomb of waste - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

The monument for the history they're looking for - Michael Collier "Crows in a Fresh Mown Field Before Rain"

As if he knows all things in the world change - Michael Collier "Goat on a Pile of Scrap Lumber"

Bisected by a horizon line of yellow light - Michael Collier "Goat on a Pile of Scrap Lumber"

A language we speak to ourselves - Michael Collier "Goat on a Pile of Scrap Lumber"

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for years i skipped over crevices - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

avoided the cracks split by the ancient roots of trees - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

treated each break in the earth like a cliff - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

becoming the joy to rebuild herself - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

hunger that spoke to her through tantrums - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

jumped straight to claiming this miracle - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

spared us the ache of truth - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

the effort it takes to make sweet fruit - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

to have a light escape from inside you - Karla Cordero "As a Kid I Was Told 'Don't Step on a Crack or You'll Break Your Momma's Back'"

tools with names and functions unknown to me - Karla Cordero "Everything Needs Fixing"

how parts of our small universe dissolve like sugar cubes in water - Karla Cordero "Everything Needs Fixing"

Even the best box of nails are capable of rust - Karla Cordero "Everything Needs Fixing"

the cracks of imperfection mended by my hands - Karla Cordero "Everything Needs Fixing"

a flood of sweet confections waiting inside - Karla Cordero "Everything Needs Fixing"

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As if we owned the lock, the key, the hinges - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

Feudalism never ended, it just put on a surgical mask - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

You don't know which embarrassments are yours - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

Which to give back by the end of the month - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

How to protect what you are only borrowing - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

Not even the contested colors of your block - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

Each new stranger parading through your home - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

Keep a quiet tally of their responses - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

You know the sound of a hungry dog - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

The scent of an oilman determined to drill - Gabriel Cortez "Upon Hearing Your Building is up for Sale"

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Till morning tide comes full and free - Palmer Cox "The Brownies and the Whale"

The burdened monster circled round - Palmer Cox "The Brownies and the Whale"

A creeping fear will seize the mind - Palmer Cox "The Brownies and the Whale"

Portrays the nightmares of the deep - Palmer Cox "The Brownies and the Whale"

Until they stood on ruin's brink - Palmer Cox "The Brownies and the Whale"

To spread confusion through the foe - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

Revealed such nerve and matchless power - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

Soon opened and surrendered all - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

The targets often were displayed - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

The hares to other groves withdrew - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

But practice soon improves the art - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Archery"

When broad Niagara came in sight - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Niagara Falls"

And age repeats its name with pride - Palmer Cox "The Brownies at Niagara Falls"

Others perched on fences round - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Through melon-vines and broken glass - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Win a glimpse of all the sport within - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

And carried on the work with speed - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

And hoarse had grown the whip-poor-will - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Kept my place through wind and rain - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

When new ideas cross their way - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

To learn what scheme he could advance - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

And scarce deserves to bear the name - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

In vain the miser hides his store - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

In vain the merchant bars his door - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

In vain the locksmith changes keys - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Through iron doors, through gates of brass - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

And walls of stone they safely pass - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Upset the studied schemes of man - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Candy-Pull"

Both by the keg and by the pound - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Celebration"

To teach the folks the proper way - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Celebration"

From the muzzle broke the sound - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Celebration"

When flitting bats commenced to wheel - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Through silent streets pursued their way - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Surprise was shown in every eye - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

All the grace that nature owns - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

And try their skill at string and bow - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Almost sawed the fiddle through - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

As long as darkness hung her pall - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Before the sun would show his face - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

The stars of night grew pale before the morning's light - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Upheld her torch and warned the rest - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Dancing-School"

Gave up their bass and speckled trout - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

To bear the torture from those pests of air - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

While locusts gathered from the grass - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

Bubbles bright and bits of dark - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

For stones below would hold them fast - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

Tried the strength of hook and line - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

To changing quarters was resigned - Palmer Cox "The Brownies Fishing"

With bottles, bones, and wire-springs - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Garden"

Thanks to my foreseeing mind - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Garden"

And birds sought regions less severe - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Garden"

Will bless the hands that sowed the seed - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Garden"

Now took advantage of the hour - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

And strange experiments were made - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Through which to conquer ache and pain - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

To learn where Fancy makes her nest - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Who is with noble thoughts inspired - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

And filled the gazing group with dread - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Some skeletons that hung from hook and peg - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Which caused a shout of fear to rise - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Who during life could find no time - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

All breathless grouped o'er crucibles - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Are first enriched through patient toil - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

And kindled by the midnight oil - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Spicing logic with a joke - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

And then with wild and rapid race - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Academy"

Must now be mellow to the seed - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

May call the frost to nip and ruin all - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Has turned his children's love away - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

If frost should paint his orchard white - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Or why neglect thus shows its face - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

And do our part with willing hand - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Those who mourned its loss with tears - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Were in some manner brought to light - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

And seem from all restrictions free - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

For hands will slip and feet will slide - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

The startled birds of night came out - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Concluding thieves were out in force - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

To judge before the facts they know - Palmer Cox "The Brownies in the Orchard"

Taken flight unto the deepest caves of night - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

Where Reynard's paw could not molest - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

Until I learned how kites are made - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

Whittled sticks to make the frame - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

Those who can't such losses stand - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

Who knows what skill their hands possess - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

The birds of night were horrified - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Kites"

When snowdrifts blocked the country roads - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

I have a scheme which nothing lacks - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

Which here shall stand at morning prime - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

When once the task we undertake - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

To gaze upon their work and smile - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

Morning light soon came to chase - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

Still bravely faced both wind and shower - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Snow Man"

Steering out where Neptune raves - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

To try their speed in rougher waves - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

To leave the frowning forts behind - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

For some rich prize they now contend - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

If trouble came in shape of squall - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

All stand alike with equal power - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

Shifting sail to take advantage of the gale - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

Who tumbled headlong in the sea - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

While they performed some action bold - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

Valiant heart performing miracles of art - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

And none must bear this fact in mind - Palmer Cox "The Brownies' Yacht-Race"

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The sweeping tide of onward and resistless time - W.G.C. "Yesterday" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Strewn with wrecks of baffled pride - W.G.C. "Yesterday" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

When joy's ephemeral beams had fled - W.G.C. "Yesterday" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

To glean from the deep memories of the past - W.G.C. "Yesterday" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

On things of earth is by a pointed diamond writ - W.G.C. "Yesterday" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

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Where Darkness sat enthroned in silent state - Albert Francis Cross "Let There Be Light" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.118-v.III, 3 April 1886]

Had roused some charmed castle from the sleep - Albert Francis Cross "Let There Be Light" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.118-v.III, 3 April 1886]

That sealed all eyes from battlement to keep - Albert Francis Cross "Let There Be Light" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.118-v.III, 3 April 1886]

Dare not wait to parley with the Voice outside the gate - Albert Francis Cross "Let There Be Light" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.118-v.III, 3 April 1886]

Still Nature keeps to one unvarying plan - Albert Francis Cross "Let There Be Light" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.118-v.III, 3 April 1886]

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Given our so far narrow history - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Our rightly designated nervous systems - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Crucible for a host of chemical incentives - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Beyond one rustic ancestor of reason - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Dormant in its roaring cave - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Unless you find a way to wake - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

From mouth to throat to the furnaces of the heart - Scott Cairns "Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous"

Not so likely to ferment blithe disregard - Scott Cairns "Another Road Home"

Into an amber brilliance rioting outside - Scott Cairns "Dawn at Saint Anna's Skete"

In such light the road already beckons - Scott Cairns "Dawn at Saint Anna's Skete"

Meet what you have wandered far to find - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

The lighted candles lent their gold - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

What lay flickering just beyond the ken - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

A likely swoon just shy of apprehension - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

For when time would slip free altogether - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

Then that time's neat artifice fell in - Scott Cairns "Draw Near"

Learned to wake without exaggeration - Scott Cairns "Early Frost"

A corpse, your own or someone else's - Scott Cairns "Embalming"

Light should be unforgiving - Scott Cairns "Embalming"

See that first line before you cross it - Scott Cairns "Embalming"

This rough scene fixed in memory - Scott Cairns "First Storm and Thereafter"

Her voice forgets its tenement - Scott Cairns "Homeland of the Foreign Tongue"

Whose dire energies invest such clay - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalm 12"

Grant in this obscurity a little light - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalm 12"

Agent of energies both appalling and unobserved - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 2: A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by baying hounds"

Morning run among the lilies and the rowdy waterfowl - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 2: A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by baying hounds"

Master both invisible and notoriously slow to act - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 3: A psalm of Isaak, whispered mid the Philistines, beneath the breath"

The narrow scene of this our appointed tedium - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 3: A psalm of Isaak, whispered mid the Philistines, beneath the breath"

The several questions endlessly recast - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 3: A psalm of Isaak, whispered mid the Philistines, beneath the breath"

Demanded that we confess on television - Scott Cairns "Late Results"

Even the prophets suspected they were mad - Scott Cairns "Late Results"

Only they continued in the hope - Scott Cairns "Late Results"

Such lit vacancy as interstate motels announce - Scott Cairns "A Lot"

A little space between shopping malls - Scott Cairns "A Lot"

Rip the old tires from the brambles - Scott Cairns "A Lot"

We observe sufficient catalogue - Scott Cairns "Loves"

So as to implicate a wealth of difference - Scott Cairns "Loves"

Graved in what is commonplace and plain - Scott Cairns "Loves"

To prevent the body's claim upon the heart - Scott Cairns "Loves"

The damage Greek has wrought upon your tongue - Scott Cairns "Loves"

Stolen from your sense of what is holy - Scott Cairns "Loves"

Each face is troublingly familiar - Scott Cairns "Necropolitan"

A composure which promises never to end - Scott Cairns "Necropolitan"

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And new fire through the veins - Annie Rothwell Christie "After the Battle"

Cleave the sky with cheers - Annie Rothwell Christie "Welcome Home"

Sent them forth undoubting - Annie Rothwell Christie "Welcome Home"

Were our frail hopes shields - Annie Rothwell Christie "The Woman's Part"

Let us keep our souls in silence - Annie Rothwell Christie "The Woman's Part"

Twice parting by your tears - Annie Rothwell Christie "The Woman's Part"

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The flowers that deck the verdant knoll - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

One spray has risen in my dungeon bare - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

Breaks the sceptic chain that bound my soul - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

And safe will lead me to the eternal goal - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

When noonday hovers o'er my prison dun - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

That for my hapless fortune grieves - Robert W. Cryan "Picciola" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.139-v.III, 28 Aug. 1886]

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I'd strike to the lightning of Heaven - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "The Convict of Clonmell"

To her maidens the light dance is dear - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"

In His red anger seize thee - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"

The curse of his people pursue them - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"

May the hearthstone of hell be their best bed - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"

Dyed with the red wounds of fear - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"

Made good ale in the glen - Jeremiah John Callanan "The Outlaw of Loch Lene"

One far kind glance - Jeremiah John Callanan "The Outlaw of Loch Lene"

Wanders its mazes among - Jeremiah John Callanan "The Outlaw of Loch Lene"

Sleep by the sweet wild twist of her song - Jeremiah John Callanan "The Outlaw of Loch Lene"

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Night stirs but wakens not - A.Y. Campbell "Animula Vagula"

The strokes of many twelves - A.Y. Campbell "Animula Vagula"

Roams the borderland of elements - A.Y. Campbell "A Bird"

A thousand eyes in vulgar wonder scanned - A.Y. Campbell "The Dromedary"

And had so soon rejoined the night - A.Y. Campbell "The Panic"

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Morning harmonizing like emerald waves - Tiana Clark "A Blue Note for Father's Day"

Destroy ourselves for splendor - Tiana Clark "A Blue Note for Father's Day"

In a bowl of green suffocation - Tiana Clark "BNA --> LAX"

In constellations of chaos - Tiana Clark "BNA --> LAX"

A psalm of bullets in my back - Tiana Clark "Broken Ghazal for Walter Scott"

Another fist in my throat - Tiana Clark "Broken Ghazal for Walter Scott"

With tenderness falling inside - Tiana Clark "800 Days: Libation"

Fiery torches foreshadowing my night - Tiana Clark "Flambeaux"

Floating in the deep throat of night - Tiana Clark "Flambeaux"

With booming war drums of bacchanalia - Tiana Clark "Flambeaux"

Molten syllables as searing lassos - Tiana Clark "How to Find the Center of a Circle"

Ringing fire songs in her ears - Tiana Clark "How to Find the Center of a Circle"

Into the mouth of the universe - Tiana Clark "Particle Fever"

A room full of endless balloons - Tiana Clark "Particle Fever"

Lit with charge and wonder - Tiana Clark "Particle Fever"

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I'm making the possibly unwarranted assumption that Prof. Wm. Campbell of 1848 issue of Graham's Magazine and Prof. Campbell of 1849 Graham's Magazine are the same person. I have no solid evidence either way as Campbell is a very common name and as Wikipedia didn't have any poets whose dates fit.

Lyre of my soul, awake - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Feeble their tones and low - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Wet with the morning and the evening dew - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

When soul of fire was ours - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Notes and aspirations bold - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Of higher hopes and prouder promise told - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Harsh neglect will smother up the flame - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The venomed dart shall bear its sure and speedy remedy - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Why should the wretched wish to live? - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The curse to know one's self unknown - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

In secrecy a hopeless hope to nurse - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The warm sunbeam on the frozen rill - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Bidding the attuned spheres the notes prolong - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Through the infinite regions of infinite space - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Undying choirs of creations' minstrels - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Of harsh neglect, regret, despair - Professor Campbell "To the Lily of the Valley" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

No ruthless hand shall touch thee - Professor Campbell "To the Lily of the Valley" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Nor ruder love than mine be near - Professor Campbell "To the Lily of the Valley" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

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From a stranger sea and sky - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

With a dead eye into darkness - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

Heir of every hour - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

Hedging all the hills of time - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

Hurl in space a red-eyed star - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

From atoms crowding God's abyss - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

The pivot-point of bliss - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

Though small the error at the string - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

From the hidden heart of Night - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"

In amorous orbit turned - James H. Cousins "Copernicus"

Stones of Truth among your dreaming - James H. Cousins "Copernicus"

A Sampson of Titanic force - James H. Cousins "Copernicus"

At callow thoughts of centuries - James H. Cousins "Copernicus"

Wisdom on Folly's tongue - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

In starry ears a bridal song - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

Strung ethereal harps - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

Trembling tears of dawn - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

Praying hands in tree and flower - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

In all the windows of the skies - James H. Cousins "Heaven and Earth"

Those three standing stones - James H. Cousins "In the Giant's Ring, Belfast"

A thousand spires speak gilded words - James H. Cousins "In the Giant's Ring, Belfast"

Bent beneath a tyrant yoke - James H. Cousins "In the Giant's Ring, Belfast"

The conqueror's sceptre broke - James H. Cousins "In the Giant's Ring, Belfast"

And passed in dust away - James H. Cousins "In the Giant's Ring, Belfast"

That buds and blossoms in her eyes - James H. Cousins "Ireland"

The portent of the season's skies - James H. Cousins "Ireland"

A breath sundrawn from half a world - James H. Cousins "Ireland"

To vindicate these lips - James H. Cousins "Ireland"

Or blighting iron showers - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

Forever in thy heart attune - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

My lips would wed to song - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

The fiery splendour Moses saw - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

This haunt of toil and tears - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

With thrice augmented power - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

The bird's long, lethal strain - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

The wave of war still rolls - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

The strife of armoured souls - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

Of fear for larger woe - James H. Cousins "The Legend of St. Mahee of Endrim"

A hundred peaks of song - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The roaming robber breezes catch - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Some waft of phantom wings - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Like some pale huntress - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

On adamantine anvils shaped - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The spell that lurks in twilight - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

When mystic murmurs float - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Sleep in hidden corners curled - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The fairy throng vanished - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Through the deep, and under - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Blown on trumpets of the wind - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

From couch of cloud arose - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Hoarse caws and dark wings - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Trailing lines of crows - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

From those in promise bound - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

A lonely man upon a lonely shore - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Probed to the farthest deeps - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The sum of knowledge granted - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Ancient Adam's will - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The curlews' call gave token - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The force of watery judgments - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

That rattled up the pebbled strand - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

More swift compelled submission - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Bloom more sweet than Asphodel - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Of time upon the ocean's bed - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Could match its awful visage - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Streamed malignant lines of fire - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Some horror-haunted night - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

From Ambition evil-starred - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Leapt forth the hounds of thought - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

To guide the reins of peace - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Found answer in a thousand throats - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Forgetfulness does rust the key - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Teach the water to forget - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

The scope of thrice a dozen moons - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

A Heaven ringed round with Hell - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Battle's loud-lunged shout - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"

Imperturable and silent years - James H. Cousins "On Some Twentieth Century Forecasts"

With inharmonious rhyme - James H. Cousins "On Some Twentieth Century Forecasts"

Our mockings of the silent seers - James H. Cousins "On Some Twentieth Century Forecasts"

And count the hidden harvest - James H. Cousins "On Some Twentieth Century Forecasts"

Are stars that Milton saw - James H. Cousins "On Some Twentieth Century Forecasts"

To the swift express of years - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

Where the rabbits flash and go - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

In the calm or tempest's teeth - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

And the thunder underneath - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

Unmarked by thousands - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

Shapes like those in Jacob's dream - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

The souls of all the ages - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

The ghosts of all the years - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

Dragging progress at their heels - James H. Cousins "The Railway Arch"

Fled from the red destroyer - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

The gleam of the steely lightning - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

Where the rock runs up to Heaven - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

The gulf goes down to Hell - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

Sisters in nameless sorrow - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

Baptised in a life of tears - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

The battle song of tears - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

As sheep within their folds - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

Withholds the secret of the skies - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

Waiting for the mystic breath - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

Encircled by no little line - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

At Mammon's soulless shrine - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

Makes rainbows of our tears - James H. Cousins "A Song of Decadence"

The silent midnight waters - James H. Cousins "The Southern Cross"

The hour of his heart's despairing - James H. Cousins "The Southern Cross"

Out on Life's wild waters - James H. Cousins "The Southern Cross"

Still echoes the old refrain - James H. Cousins "The Southern Cross"

Of mighty measures and sublime - James H. Cousins "To Algernon Charles Swinburne"

To scorn the narrow round - James H. Cousins "To Algernon Charles Swinburne"

Nor squander all thy store - James H. Cousins "To Algernon Charles Swinburne"

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In all hours of life and death - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

Ere the morning star mounts in the moonlit heavens - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

Ere dawn visits the vale of sleep - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

Desk and counter and rock-quarried gold - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

Through the tangle of frail purposes - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

All faces and fair smiles of time - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

In the Lightning flash arrayed in death - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

Signing allegiance of a thousand hearts - Edward Carpenter "The Angel of Death--and Life"

A golden shield of growing span - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

All the heavenly limits he could mark - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

Shot all his shining fingers through the Dark - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

Morning mounting up the saffron steep - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

Fell from her into many a hollow space - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

A crystal case broken to free some glory - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

So rich in love's regret fair Aphrodite rose - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

And Neptune's children from the emerald gloom - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

When Gorgon-headed Night was gone - Edward Carpenter "Aphrodite"

When morning rose above the rain - Edward Carpenter "The Artist to His Lady"

Passed and mounted through the fields of air - Edward Carpenter "The Artist to His Lady"

All the friendless way hedged with offence - Edward Carpenter "The Artist to His Lady"

All the hours forsaken of her face - Edward Carpenter "The Artist to His Lady"

Plunge many fathom deep, and flow unresting - Edward Carpenter "As Round a Lighthouse to--"

And glimmer shifting in the fitful glare - Edward Carpenter "As Round a Lighthouse to--"

So deep a flood of turbulent despair - Edward Carpenter "As Round a Lighthouse to--"

Must watch the waves with ruin all bestrew - Edward Carpenter "As Round a Lighthouse to--"

Somewhere on the bitter tide - Edward Carpenter "As Round a Lighthouse to--"

Betwixt the actual and unseen - Edward Carpenter "Beethoven"

In dread solitude of soul amid the faithless - Edward Carpenter "Beethoven"

Move forward from the deep in squadrons bright - Edward Carpenter "Beethoven"

To sail Death's unexplored and open deep - Edward Carpenter "By the Mouth of the Arno"

Be reprieved from the shadowy challenge of death - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

Rejoice with the light-footed days of the year - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

That pray to the Dragon that preys on the light of the Sun - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

The dawning light of sorrow and scorn - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

Sweet life given to a soul in bitterness clad - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

To whom sighing comes sooner than bread - Edward Carpenter "The Complaint of Job chap. III"

That o'er our doom sheds undivided radiance - Edward Carpenter "Death"

Knowing nothing of the bliss of sorrow borne - Edward Carpenter "Death"

Who wake with confused murmur growing - Edward Carpenter "The Evernew"

Sounds that glad anthem of the glimmering day - Edward Carpenter "The Evernew"

Let us remain in word and action strangers - Edward Carpenter "The Fellowship of Humanity"

With the piercing flame of endless sorrow - Edward Carpenter "The Fellowship of Suffering"

Shared token of our common deep desire - Edward Carpenter "The Fellowship of Suffering"

Devours the darkness of our hearts with fire - Edward Carpenter "The Fellowship of Suffering"

Devise new realms of peaceful conquest - Edward Carpenter "Genoa"

Prepared in all to render them due praise - Edward Carpenter "The Great Peepshow"

To chase gold butterflies by green hedgerows - Edward Carpenter "The Great Peepshow"

To play regardless both of time and space - Edward Carpenter "The Great Peepshow"

To race propriety and prudence out of breath - Edward Carpenter "The Great Peepshow"

Showers red rain on the shining way - Edward Carpenter "In a Canoe"

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Dreams transpire thorugh the electric - Adrian Castro "A Cuban Modernist in Miami"

Hand pointing the indigo way inward - Adrian Castro "A Cuban Modernist in Miami"

Five teeth tell the sunburst story - Adrian Castro "A Cuban Modernist in Miami"

Find your way home inside the infinite - Adrian Castro "A Cuban Modernist in Miami"

Drumming on a distant tuft of cloud - Adrian Castro "The Sound of One Immigrant Clapping"

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All water flows toward loneliness - Eduardo C. Corral "Lines Written During My Second Pandemic"

To split loneliness like an atom - Eduardo C. Corral "Lines Written During My Second Pandemic"

Arrives on a leash of scorpions - Eduardo C. Corral "Lines Written During My Second Pandemic"

Beneath the roof of loneliness - Eduardo C. Corral "Lines Written During My Second Pandemic"

Your shadow will outlive my father - Eduardo C. Corral "To a Blossoming Saguaro"

The sky is a century with no windows - Eduardo C. Corral "To a Blossoming Saguaro"

Some words die in cages - Eduardo C. Corral "To Francisco X. Alarcon (1954-2016)"

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Change with changing fortune's wheel - Ceiriog "Change and permanence" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Day's radiant monarch falling - Ceiriog "Climb the hillside" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

That through the darkness swim - Ceiriog "Daybreak" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Sinking in the distance dim - Ceiriog "Daybreak" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Fled the dragons of the dark - Ceiriog "Daybreak" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Quenched the firefly's glimmering spark - Ceiriog "Daybreak" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Pauper's cot and hall of kings - Ceiriog "Daybreak" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Starlight's untroubled repose - Ceiriog "Myfanwy" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Incorporate a thousand facts - Ceiriog "The Traitors of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

And treason garbed as grace - Ceiriog "The Traitors of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

My country's harp of gold - Ceiriog "The White Stone" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

A spell and inward voice - Ceiriog "The White Stone" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Made a mimic waterfall - Ceiriog "The White Stone" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Above the spot the willows weep - Ceiriog "The White Stone" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Fair apple trees keep ward - Ceiriog "The White Stone" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

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For the arrow was laden with gold - Eliza Cook "Cupid's Arrow"

Memory flows with lava tide - Eliza Cook "The Old Arm-Chair"

Another page of eternity - Eliza Cook "Song for the New Year"

With a warning voice to age - Eliza Cook "Song for the New Year"

With wisdom's precious grains - Eliza Cook "Song for the New Year"

A halo round our home - Eliza Cook "Song for the New Year"

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Will not answer as plummets to fathom the depth - E.B.C. "Streck-Verse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Thorns form footholds by which to reach the rose - E.B.C. "Streck-Verse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

At the trumpet's startling sound - G.R.C. "The Wreck (For the Mirror)"

Deep idolatry on the dark and stormy tides - G.R.C. "The Wreck (For the Mirror)"

All who tossed on life's wild sea - H.C. "Lines to Death" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Crumbled at thy dread command - H.C. "Lines to Death" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Are but agents of thy sovereign will - H.C. "Lines to Death" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Against such old-world heresy and schism - H.B.C. "The Kaiser to his Secretary" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Till all worlds shall tremble at my nod - H.B.C. "The Kaiser to his Secretary" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Out in the greenwood to romp and play - L.A.B.C. "Our May-Day at the South" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

We crowned her with rosebuds and evergreen - L.A.B.C. "Our May-Day at the South" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

When the sun was low and shadows were gray - L.A.B.C. "Our May-Day at the South" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Love will draw all wandering stars - M.W.C. "Amor Patriae Vincit" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

Crimson current warm and true - M.W.C. "Amor Patriae Vincit" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.3, Sept. 1863]

So thin it forgets - Dana Jaye Cadman "Ghosts"

Hatched into madness - Heather Cahoon "Łčíčše"

To his teeth I swore - Hall Caine "Graih my Chree (Love of my Heart)"

Playmate of the verdant spring - Caledfryn aka William Williams "The Cuckoo" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The birds' unnumbered choir - Caledfryn aka William Williams "The Cuckoo" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The sweetest curse of my name - Isha Camara "The Hills are Writing"

Buildings that bleed no natural light - Isha Camara "The Hills are Writing"

Some unknown lists of murders - Isha Camara "The Hills are Writing"

Hours and angers - Lauren Camp "Original Hope"

Pictures of vanishing - Lauren Camp "Original Hope"

Agrees to ask for nothing - Lauren Camp "Original Hope"

Under time lives silence - Lauren Camp "Original Hope"

Gossiping cicadas will witness - Crys S. Campbell "(How to be a) Fast Girl"

Turn your hands into time machines - Crys S. Campbell "(How to be a) Fast Girl"

When sad Autumn sheds abroad the stillness of decay - Mrs. Jane C. Campbell "My Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

When icy chains the streams have bound - Mrs. Jane C. Campbell "My Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Nor trust deceitful skies - Mrs. Jane C. Campbell "My Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

O'erlaid with vermilion, and blazoned with gold - Mrs. Juliet H.L. Campbell "The Prophet's Rebuke" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Around them the lily and pomegranate wreath - Mrs. Juliet H.L. Campbell "The Prophet's Rebuke" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Magnificent gifts to a world-renowned king - Mrs. Juliet H.L. Campbell "The Prophet's Rebuke" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Numberless flocks in the field and the fold - Mrs. Juliet H.L. Campbell "The Prophet's Rebuke" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Will tread on the golden grass - Laura Campbell "Pilgrimage"

Mute on the white edge of dawn - Laura Campbell "Pilgrimage"

How merciless is the dawn - Laura Campbell "Pilgrimage"

Thrashing the waves with fins of gold - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"

A golden rocket trailing fire - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"

Paint their dreams of dead desire - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"

Threading depths of pearl and rose - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"

All that matters is the heat of the sun - Kayleb Rae Candrilli "Daytona 500"

How blood faithfully takes - Kayleb Rae Candrilli "One Geography of Belonging"

Blossoms of sweet and sour light - Sarah Cannavo "Lemon Drop"

Until I was overflowing with light - Sarah Cannavo "Lemon Drop"

Irradiated with citrine moonglow - Sarah Cannavo "Lemon Drop"

Dropped a rose of gold - William Canton "Song"

Your whole body is composed of nesting places - Anthony Vahni Capildeo "Niche"

Keep me under the shadow of your wings - Anthony Vahni Capildeo "Niche"

The phoenix builds her spicy nest - Thomas Carew "Song"

That run now hunting glowworms - Thomas Carew "To My Worthy Friend Master George Sandys, on His Translation of the Psalms"

Tear those idols from my heart - Thomas Carew "To My Worthy Friend Master George Sandys, on His Translation of the Psalms"

The weeping shadow left behind - Kevin Carey "Set in Stone"

Both wild curses - Kevin Carey "Set in Stone"

Nostalgia (always dangerous) - Kevin Carey "Set in Stone"

The small worthwhile pieces - Kevin Carey "Set in Stone"

To hush yesterday's demons - Ina Cariño "Everything is Exactly the Same as it Was the Day Before"

A whiff of flint in the dark - Ina Cariño "Everything is Exactly the Same as it Was the Day Before"

Castles of nutmeg - Yvonne Caroutch

Patiently conquered - Yvonne Caroutch

Scales of dreams - Yvonne Caroutch

Nowhere except its own elsewhere - Julie Carr "A Fourteen-Line Poem on Heteronymic"

Stationed before the same absence - Julie Carr "A Fourteen-Line Poem on Heteronymic"

In the noon of his splendor - P.J. Carroll, C.S.C. "Lady Day in Ireland"

All the green woods forsaking - P.J. Carroll, C.S.C. "Lady Day in Ireland"

Sorrows in her heart of gold - P.J. Carroll, C.S.C. "St. Patrick's Treasure"

Anvil clouds in the west - Willa Carroll "Cloud Demolition"

Trimmed with cinnamon straws - Charles E. Carryl "The Walloping Window-Blind"

What ostriches couldn't digest - Guy Wetmore Carryl "The Singular Sangfroid of Baby Bunting"

The bark by the gale is driven - G.R. Carter "The Homeward Voyage" [The Mirror of Literature v.20 issue 562, 18 Aug. 1832]

Stars in their dark blue bow'rs - G.R. Carter "The Homeward Voyage" [The Mirror of Literature v.20 issue 562, 18 Aug. 1832]

Raindrops on a field of corn - Mrs. Minot Carter "Raindrops"

In the fields the rabbits play - J.E.A. Carver "Evening"

The final signs of departing day - J.E.A. Carver "Evening"

The stars pearl out in the azure sky - J.E.A. Carver "Evening"

And silent fall the dews - J.E.A. Carver "Evening"

Drawn out of my eyes - Miguel Casado "The Arrival of March, IV"

The edges of the sun - Miguel Casado "Regarding a Theory of Color"

Dying strength of time - Miguel Casado "Regarding a Theory of Color"

All the seasons of the ocean - Carolyn Chilton Casas "Ocean Love"

Every bay a changing alchemy of colors - Carolyn Chilton Casas "Ocean Love"

Fills my lungs with longing - Carolyn Chilton Casas "Ocean Love"

Float at peace in her salty arms - Carolyn Chilton Casas "Ocean Love"

Of partings and of tears - D.A. Casey "The Spouse of Christ"

And silence brooded low - D.A. Casey "The Spouse of Christ"

Haunting fears of mystery pursue - D.A. Casey "The Spouse of Christ"

Over the dim blue hills - John K. Casey "Maire, my Girl"

Sweeter thy honey lips - John K. Casey "Maire, my Girl"

Brighter than jewels or pearl - John K. Casey "Maire, my Girl"

Foolish impatient apricot trees - Nina Cassian "Vegetable Destiny" transl. by Michael Impey and Brian Swann

Confused each time I wake - Jesus Castillo "Untitled"

Wear a different face to each atrocity - Jesus Castillo "Untitled"

Civilization's slow grenade - Jesus Castillo "Untitled"

Swallowed by your doors - Jesus Castillo "Untitled"

Houses without names - Juana Castro "Cruz de Ventura Street"

Four autumn suns gone by - Mrs. E.W. Caswell "My Bird Has Flown" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The rich, wild sweetness of her song - Mrs. E.W. Caswell "My Bird Has Flown" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Enough gratitude for the day - Susan Cataldo "Poem for the Family"

Enough music for the night - Susan Cataldo "Poem for the Family"

Through mandrake groves and tangled vines - Anna Cates "Three Triolets"

Briar's rose and midnight owls - Anna Cates "Three Triolets"

A midnight witch, Titania bold - Anna Cates "Three Triolets"

Her lantern glows amidst sweet eglantine - Anna Cates "Three Triolets"

Today the planet travels on another orbit - Bartolo Cattafi "My Love, Don't Believe" transl. by Dana Gioia

Always a sparrow flitting in the flowerbeds - Bartolo Cattafi "My Love, Don't Believe" transl. by Dana Gioia

A thought grown stubborn in the mind - Bartolo Cattafi "My Love, Don't Believe" transl. by Dana Gioia

Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps ten times more - Catullus "[Suffenus, whom we both have known so well]" transl. by Rev. George W. Bethune [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

None but he could ever count them - Catullus "[Suffenus, whom we both have known so well]" transl. by Rev. George W. Bethune [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Rivals Homer's god-enraptured dreams - Catullus "[Suffenus, whom we both have known so well]" transl. by Rev. George W. Bethune [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

The madness of each one to pride - Catullus "[Suffenus, whom we both have known so well]" transl. by Rev. George W. Bethune [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

The heavy garment of the stream - Charles Causley "The Swan"

Through the secret light - Charles Causley "The Swan"

Death is the cook of nature - Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle "Nature's Cook"

Flat with bones which don't die - Stephanie Cawley "Not"

When anger reaches its iron tongue - Stephanie Cawley "Not"

Where echo is heard before the song - David Cecil "The Shadow Land"

Outside with the other worlds - Paul Celan "So Many Constellations" (translated by Pierre Joris)

Into the burden of our names - Paul Celan "So Many Constellations" (translated by Pierre Joris)

We found truly together - Paul Celan "So Many Constellations" (translated by Pierre Joris)

In the bell frame of your silence - Paul Celan [Untitled] (translated by Michael Hamburger)

With superstitions silvered in - Sumita Chakraborty "The B-Sides of the Golden Records, Track Five: 'Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder'"

Just a little need for air - Judith Chalmer "Pocket"

The winter wood and its great absorbent heart - Judith Chalmer "Pocket"

Dead leaves tiger bright - Judith Chalmer "Pocket"

Besieged by her lover's worries - Jody Chan "Triage"

Laboring in soap and hot water - Jody Chan "Triage"

Tulips from the corner store - Jody Chan "Triage"

How not to utter the ungrateful thing - Mary Jean Chan "The mother finds her own wild, lost beginnings deep within the body of her daughter"

The most common of strangers - Mary Jean Chan "The mother finds her own wild, lost beginnings deep within the body of her daughter"

Unbidden like at generous rain - Mary Jean Chan "The mother finds her own wild, lost beginnings deep within the body of her daughter"

No one ever need fall - Mary Jean Chan "The mother finds her own wild, lost beginnings deep within the body of her daughter"

A severed braid burned with sage - Meagan Chandler "Cornhusk Doll with Face"

The sun that scorched the cursed harvest - Meagan Chandler "Cornhusk Doll with Face"

A breed of witch who strolls barren fields - Meagan Chandler "Cornhusk Doll with Face"

Came to me in a feverish vodka dream - Michael Chang "Plump Rat"

Dark unforgiven imagination - Stephanie Chang "Spider Lily Cyborg"

Eyes that orphan mine - Stephanie Chang "Spider Lily Cyborg"

Over everything the tangled thorns - Chang Tsai "The Desecration of the Han Tombs" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Pure and cold and never seeing light - Michael Chant "In the Shade of the Tree of Knowledge"

The zigzag work of bees - Robin Chapman "The Door-to-Door Saleswoman"

With this dim diadem invested - King Charles I "A Royal Lamentation"

Levelled with the life of Job - King Charles I "A Royal Lamentation"

That owe my bounty for their bread - King Charles I "A Royal Lamentation"

The dust destroy the diamond - King Charles I "A Royal Lamentation"

A swan and the moon - Leila Chatti "I Went Out to Hear"

Proposals vaporized and exorbitant - Leila Chatti "The Rules"

Or the crescendoing moment - Leila Chatti "The Rules"

What it means to be consumed - MK Chavez "Little Red Riding Hood/Companion"

Even a leaf can have teeth - MK Chavez "Little Red Riding Hood/Companion"

Like the idea of a daughter - Cathy Linh Che "Becoming Ghost"

And seeing no reflection - Cathy Linh Che "Becoming Ghost"

Visit with time - Andree Chedid "What are we playing at?"

Hear the green sage sing - Norla Chee "Navajo Mountain"

The gray stones beneath you feel young again - Norla Chee "Navajo Mountain"

The breeze watches it all with her Mona Lisa smile - Norla Chee "Navajo Mountain"

Wildest grief grew inside out - Laurel Chen "Greensickness"

Blooming in every crevice of my palms - Laurel Chen "Greensickness"

Grief is not the only geography - Laurel Chen "Greensickness"

Repair comes with sweetness - Laurel Chen "Greensickness"

Water so cold it hurt his bones - Ch'en Lin "Song: I Watered My Horse at the Long Wall Caves" transl. by Burton Watson

Five thousand in sable and brocade - Ch'en Tao "Song of Lung-hsi" transl. by Burton Watson

Gone to barbarian dust - Ch'en Tao "Song of Lung-hsi" transl. by Burton Watson

Bones by the shores of the Uncertain River - Ch'en Tao "Song of Lung-hsi" transl. by Burton Watson

Hush not one fervent strain - John Vance Cheney "Love and Youth"

As liquid lopes across the surface - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

A blow that bends the wind - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

Dew on the crooked stem of a crooked log - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

Fallen into place beside the oldest stones - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

A grave where the hill-winds call - Nora Chesson "A Connaught Lament"

Whenever there is silence - Elizabeth Gibson Cheyne "The Cry"

Petrified words to reveal the infinite - Rohan Chhetri "Acedia Sestina"

Precise in the panic-blue air - Rohan Chhetri "Acedia Sestina"

Weaving death's black wing - Rohan Chhetri "Acedia Sestina"

The dull blade of history's axe - Rohan Chhetri "Acedia Sestina"

Wild paths through mulberry and hemp - The Buddhist Priest Chiao-jan "Looking for Lu Hung-chien but Failing To Find Him" transl. by Burton Watson

Chrysanthemums newly set out - The Buddhist Priest Chiao-jan "Looking for Lu Hung-chien but Failing To Find Him" transl. by Burton Watson

Choke the gaping mouth of want - R.S. Chilton "Lines on Seeing My Sister Fill a Little Beggar-Boy's Basket with Cold Victuals"

How will they banquet on those bones - R.S. Chilton "Lines on Seeing My Sister Fill a Little Beggar-Boy's Basket with Cold Victuals"

Unstrung by her heart's first sorrow - R.S. Chilton "The Little Peasant"

Holding a vacant nest in her hands - R.S. Chilton "The Little Peasant"

One parting, ten thousand regrets - Ch'in Chia [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

The scholar's harp has a clear note - Ch'in Chia [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

Pay it back with diamonds and rubies - Ch'in Chia [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

End me like a period - Wendy Chin-Tanner "Infertility"

Whistled like dragons and sobbed with pain - Ch'iu Chin "To the Tune 'The River Is Red'" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung

The promised hidden wonders - Ch'iu Wei "Visiting a Recluse on West Mountain and Not Finding Him In" transl. by Burton Watson

Grasped the meaning of purity - Ch'iu Wei "Visiting a Recluse on West Mountain and Not Finding Him In" transl. by Burton Watson

Debating with angels at the door - T. Holley Chivers, M.D. "The Bright New Moon of Love"

Snow that never reaches fog - Youmna Chlala "Night Needs No Stars"

An autumn predicting softness - Youmna Chlala "Night Needs No Stars"

The blade that pares and cleaves me - Jade Cho "Three Months Since"

My island is full of maiden ghosts - Su Cho "The Old Man in White Has Given My Mother a Ripe Persimmon Again"

With the ghosts patrolling my shores - Su Cho "The Old Man in White Has Given My Mother a Ripe Persimmon Again"

Acid wind strikes my eyes - Chou Pang-Yen "[Leaves fall, slanting sun lights the river]" transl. by Burton Watson

No love for this lonely quilt - Chou Pang-Yen "[Leaves fall, slanting sun lights the river]" transl. by Burton Watson

Only today did I notice the abyss - Heather Christie "What Big Eyes You Have"

A kind of trash can never emptied - Heather Christie "What Big Eyes You Have"

Swallowed all those dictionary definitions - Lu Christófaro "I See You Too"

Fishbone stuck to my throat - Lu Christófaro "I See You Too"

The dirt disguising itself as glitter - Lu Christófaro "I See You Too"

Before adolescence reached me - Chrysanthemum "Aubade for the Habana Inn"

A degenerate haven hidden plainly - Chrysanthemum "Aubade for the Habana Inn"

In the rearview oblique glimpses - Chrysanthemum "Aubade for the Habana Inn"

Pilgrimage toward the obvious - Chrysanthemum "Aubade for the Habana Inn"

Captains among the ghosts - "Battle" Ch'u Yuan (translated by Arthur Waley)

Heroes among the dead - "Battle" Ch'u Yuan (translated by Arthur Waley)

Nothing left but state and pride - Lady Mary Chudleigh "To the Ladies"

Where bombs have revoked bodies - Paul Chuks "Sonnet for the Unbeliever"

The bombs have come in the same temper - Paul Chuks "Sonnet for the Unbeliever"

Your ghost becomes a thumbprint for history - Paul Chuks "Sonnet for the Unbeliever"

Unbelief is you with a gun in heaven - Paul Chuks "Sonnet for the Unbeliever"

Hand your woes to the sky above - Chung-Ch'ang T'ung "Speaking My Mind" transl. by Burton Watson

Bury your troubles in the ground - Chung-Ch'ang T'ung "Speaking My Mind" transl. by Burton Watson

Lift your ambitions to the hills - Chung-Ch'ang T'ung "Speaking My Mind" transl. by Burton Watson

Emptiness is a blessing - Lisa Ciccarello "A Water Woman Has No Body"

Who will replace the blood of my mother in me - Lisa Ciccarello "A Water Woman Has No Body"

A woman made of water can never crack - Lisa Ciccarello "A Water Woman Has No Body"

Bearing both weapon and wound - Alba Cid "An Apocryphal History of the Discovery of Migration, or the Sacrifice of the Pfeilstorchen" (translated by Jacob Rogers)

Because of past excess - Alba Cid "An Apocryphal History of the Discovery of Migration, or the Sacrifice of the Pfeilstorchen" (translated by Jacob Rogers)

The memory of lost glamour - James Cihlar "The Way Words Echo in Our Heads"

Turns into a memory of treasures - James Cihlar "The Way Words Echo in Our Heads"

Down from your mountains of emerald and gold - James G. Clark "Battle Invocation" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Legions sent forth from the armies of life - James G. Clark "Battle Invocation" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Trampled the tendrils of love in the ground - James G. Clark "Battle Invocation" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

The stars of our country are ransomed again - James G. Clark "Battle Invocation" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Can forge a way through stone - Jeremy Michael Clark "One Fire, Quenched with Another"

Gaps knowing cannot fill - Jeremy Michael Clark "One Fire, Quenched with Another"

Licking dry the ocean's mouth - Jeremy Michael Clark "One Fire, Quenched with Another"

Rapture to the wearied breast - Willis Gaylord Clark "Stanzas Written in Indisposition"

To dance in music toward the sea - Willis Gaylord Clark "Stanzas Written in Indisposition"

Sunset clouds in gloom depart - Willis Gaylord Clark "Stanzas Written in Indisposition"

And filled with Sabbath peace my mind - Willis Gaylord Clark "Stanzas Written in Indisposition"

Haunting the clover - George Herbert Clarke "To a Butterfly"

Under the sun's widening eye - Gillian Clarke "Cuckoo"

Into an unfolding universe - Adam Clay "Only Child"

The memories that need me to exist - Adam Clay "Only Child"

Looking back feels like looking forward - Adam Clay "Only Child"

In the cage of the Parrot to be confined - Ellen C. Clayton "Alf and the Parrot"

To see fishes and frogs sail about in the air - Ellen C. Clayton "The Birds and the Fishes"

To remain all their lives in their own element - Ellen C. Clayton "The Birds and the Fishes"

Turned the world topsy-turvy, with no reason or rhyme - Ellen C. Clayton "The Birds and the Fishes"

The most proportioned wit to nature - John Cleveland "To the Memory of Ben Jonson"

To the highest key of ancient Rome - John Cleveland "To the Memory of Ben Jonson"

Out-distances the utmost star - Carrie Williams Clifford "Quest"

Must plumb the boundless universe - Carrie Williams Clifford "Quest"

Mocking echoes of our laughter - Carrie Williams Clifford "Together"

Time's iron tongue proclaims - Rev. John Clutton "Sabbath-Breaking on the Canal"

That have heels of sleet - Elizabeth Coatsworth "On a Night of Snow"

Portents abroad of magic and might - Elizabeth Coatsworth "On a Night of Snow"

Only unsettling in hindsight - Erin Rose Coffin "Remembering Our First Parties"

In the summer of sage and honey - Erin Rose Coffin "Remembering Our First Parties"

Thinned the seeds already sprouting - Kai Coggin "Essence"

The heavy flavors of their final selves - Kai Coggin "Essence"

Knew the transformations to come - Kai Coggin "Essence"

Existentialism is imposed upon me - Jie Cohen "Venus Limbs"

I was silent the whole way - Jie Cohen "Venus Limbs"

What Memory knows - Allison Adelle Hedge Coke "Clan Sister"

Until the gasoline burns low - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"

Radio town singing dead frequencies - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"

My angel with one red eye - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"

The birds of passage take their flight - C. Cole "The Robin"

Bright bowers of orange, bergamot and broom - Mrs. Agnes S. Coleman "The Spanish Maiden" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Blue at heart deep-frozen - Katharine Coles "You Won't Find Consolation"

Your peace and mine - Antonio Colinas "Nocturne"

The closed labyrinth of your eyes - Antonio Colinas "Nocturne"

The closed mouth of secrets - Antonio Colinas "Song XXXV"

Perfectly painted the color of cold - Misha Collins "Clasped"

Yearning for your distant hands - Misha Collins "Clasped"

Daybreak is a drill sergeant - Misha Collins "The Sound and the Ferry"

Alarms of southbound geese blaring - Misha Collins "The Sound and the Ferry"

Sifting through thick air - Nandi Comer "The Check In"

Scattering names on a dusty floor - Nandi Comer "The Check In"

Cast an elongated shadow - Shanna Compton "The Driest Place on Earth"

The words I was missing - Shanna Compton "The Driest Place on Earth"

The frankly haunted pines - Shanna Compton "The Driest Place on Earth"

For nothing they intend to catch - Shanna Compton "The Driest Place on Earth"

Benjamin Franklin's Ghost House - Nicole Connolly "Dream Job"

With a polished eye around their neck - Nicole Connolly "Dream Job"

Also verse and miracle - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"

A bed of painter's hands - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"

The rose already has many names - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"

The flower you must never name - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"

A wakeful night with stealthy tread - Hugh Conway "The Mother's Vigil" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.110-v.III, 6 Feb. 1886]

Saw the dews of death o'erspread - Hugh Conway "The Mother's Vigil" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.110-v.III, 6 Feb. 1886]

Bend down from starry heights above - Hugh Conway "The Mother's Vigil" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.110-v.III, 6 Feb. 1886]

We were supposed to fight the dragons together - Marlane Quade Cook "Breaking"

Won't hold me back from the firestorm - Marlane Quade Cook "Breaking"

I locked out the wasteland, but they'll come - Marlane Quade Cook "Breaking"

Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse - Ebenezer Cooke "The Sot-Weed Factor"

Plagues worse than filled Pandora's Box - Ebenezer Cooke "The Sot-Weed Factor"

Furious Storms and threat'ning Blasts - Ebenezer Cooke "The Sot-Weed Factor"

Moulded the brittle Clay in Jest - Ebenezer Cooke "The Sot-Weed Factor"

Each invisible stitch of meaning - C.S.E. Cooney "Werewoman"

I save your scarlet heart for last - C.S.E. Cooney "Werewoman"

Winking glimpses at incarnadined flame - C.S.E. Cooney "Werewoman"

Steel and teeth by starlight - C.S.E. Cooney "Werewoman"

While you formed a ring around her - George Cooper "Little Games" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

The gray fur of a crimson cat - Bishop Corbet (17th century) "Like to the Thundering Tone"

The fiery tombstone of a cabbage - Bishop Corbet (17th century) "Like to the Thundering Tone"

The four square circle of a ring - Bishop Corbet (17th century) "Like to the Thundering Tone"

Invisible at first but fierce - Sharon Corcoran "Encounter"

No one has trouble breathing in the movies - Liam Corley "Frame of Reference"

The eagle of the rock has such an eye - Carolina Coronado "The Lost Bird" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Leave him to the air and liberty - Carolina Coronado "The Lost Bird" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Filtering a mirror of loss - Cristina Correa "A Study in Eventuality"

Flustered as feathers falling - Cristina Correa "A Study in Eventuality"

Under the moment's remains - Cristina Correa "A Study in Eventuality"

Anger a grim substitute for song - Brittney Corrigan "Vanishing"

Warmed by the sunshine of your eyes - Corrinne "Our Wreath of Rose Buds" [student at Cherokee Female Seminary]

The dream is lovelier than the song - James D. Corrothers "Dream and the Song"

Build a bower of dawn - James D. Corrothers "Dream and the Song"

The unrest of winged dreams - James D. Corrothers "Dream and the Song"

Brake of time - Gregory Corso "Bomb"

Mischievous thunderbolt - Gregory Corso "Bomb"

Memory's daylight is especially brilliant - Felix Cortes "In the Beginning There was the Light"

Covering us in our first innocence - Felix Cortes "In the Beginning There was the Light"

Knowing better, the closer they get - Rio Cortez "Driving at Night"

Tears to loosen the torment - Andrea Cote-Botero "Dear Beth" (translated by Sasha Pimentel)

The cold at the corners of lips - Andrea Cote-Botero "Dear Beth" (translated by Sasha Pimentel)

This bright, hard, polished stone of rage - Andrea Cote-Botero "Dear Beth" (translated by Sasha Pimentel)

Alone in the light of my magnificence - Cynthia Cotten "Resistance"

Blacker than the shadows on the moon - Mary Elizabeth Counselman "Witch-Burning" [Weird Tales October 1936]

Strangely green like fox-fire on the fen - Mary Elizabeth Counselman "Witch-Burning" [Weird Tales October 1936]

Beneath the whispering trees we lingered - William Cowan "Sweetheart, Farewell" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.135-v.III, 31 July 1886]

I am weary of nature's smiles - William Cowan "Sweetheart, Farewell" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.135-v.III, 31 July 1886]

And all the bright has faded - William Cowan "Sweetheart, Farewell" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.135-v.III, 31 July 1886]

The implications of our wonderland - Noel Coward "Nothing Is Lost"

And never knew the loneliness of night - Noel Coward "Nothing Is Lost"

Gilded phantom of the cheated brain - Richard Cox, Jr. "Happiness--A Sonnet"

With beating hearts and eager eyes - Richard Cox, Jr. "Happiness--A Sonnet"

In a grand and awful time - Arthur Cleveland Coxe "Onward"

Gog and Magog to the fray - Arthur Cleveland Coxe "Onward"

Every nerve and sinew tell on ages - Arthur Cleveland Coxe "Onward"

Peering through the acceptable landscape - Steven Cramer "Pentimento"

As the past sees through us - Steven Cramer "Pentimento"

Its shapes introduce themselves - Steven Cramer "Pentimento"

Tell wider prophecies to me - Isabella Valancy Crawford "The Axe of the Pioneer"

Aeons shall build him - Isabella Valancy Crawford "The Axe of the Pioneer"

Burst wide their glowing jaws - Isabella Valancy Crawford "The Sword"

own a debt from every man - jason b crawford "Untitled 1975-86"

tongue stained in mulberry blood - jason b crawford "Untitled 1975-86"

when the wind turns to sugared maple - jason b crawford "Untitled 1975-86"

The majesty soft darkness lent - R.P. Crenshaw, Jr. "Echo"

Message to the circling winds - Francis Blake Crofton "The Battle-Call of Anti-Christ"

Trembling for a blood-bought crown - Francis Blake Crofton "The Battle-Call of Anti-Christ"

Which we wrung from the the red jaws of hell - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

With barb-wire and bayonets bristling - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

The truth of this tale to endorse - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Gathered new strength for the conflict - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

This thin edge of December - Nancy Cunard "Parallax"

When time was young - Brent Cunningham "from Back on Earth"

Ashes fall around me like pieces of the moon - P. Scott Cunningham "Florida Snow"

A cure for sorrow from sighs I'd borrow - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"

Death unfailing will strike the blow - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"

In every danger my course I've run - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"

Let us be merry before we go - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"

Smiles through my narrow window way - Alice Turner Curtis "The Lady Moon" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Waiting spring's warm and wooing breath - Mrs E.L. Cushing "April" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Sleet and hail, obey his stern command - Mrs E.L. Cushing "April" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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Bound by time-forged fetters - F. O. Call "Acanthus"

Pearl ships upon a sapphire sea - F. O. Call "The Answer"

Not a single star to whisper - F. O. Call "Calvary"

A curtain of spun fire and woven gloom - Frank Oliver Call "Calvary"

Of spun fire and woven gloom - F. O. Call "Calvary"

And makes the gray stone burn - F. O. Call "Cathedral Vespers"

Woe to him who hears the calling - Frank Oliver Call "The Chambly Rapid"

Upon whose tide we drift into the night - Frank Oliver Call "Eternity"

The purpose of our wandering and our woe - Frank Oliver Call "Eternity"

A poisonous scarlet breath - F. O. Call "The Foundry"

Passage from another sky - F. O. Call "Gray Birds"

The hoard of the morning's gold - F. O. Call "Hidden Treasure"

Drift with the stream where the rapids play - Frank Oliver Call "Hidden Treasure"

Out we'll sail where the treasures lie - Frank Oliver Call "Hidden Treasure"

Captured the gold of the summer's day - Frank Oliver Call "Hidden Treasure"

While we drifted along in a golden dream - Frank Oliver Call "Hidden Treasure"

Drifted along in a golden dream - F. O. Call "Hidden Treasure"

To the shores of the sacred stream - F. O. Call "An Idol in a Shop Window"

Showering strange wild music - Frank Oliver Call "In a Belgian Garden"

And it's blood-red tide to the sea goes down - Frank Oliver Call "The Indifferent Ones"

They pay not toll of their gold or blood - Frank Oliver Call "The Indifferent Ones"

Passed through the guarded gates - Frank Oliver Call "The Obelisk"

Lost music in each echoing sound - F. O. Call "The Old Gods"

Bordered with broken pearls - F. O. Call "Omnipresence"

Hills of promise gleaming bright - Frank Oliver Call "On a Swiss Mountain"

Mindless of whate'er befalls you - Frank Oliver Call "On a Swiss Mountain"

The floods of sunshine falling - F. O. Call "On a Swiss Mountain"

The young dawn's golden fire - F. O. Call "On a Swiss Mountain"

From the tide of life in its strange unrest - Frank Oliver Call "On Mount Royal"

Gaunt shadow-ships drift silent - F. O. Call "A River Sunset"

Or veil themselves in purple light - F. O. Call "A River Sunset"

Burning thoughts that vexed the day - Frank Oliver Call "A River Sunset"

The silent ships of memory creep across the seas - Frank Oliver Call "The Ships of Memory"

Some bear a freight of useless tears - Frank Oliver Call "The Ships of Memory"

Which Day has laid aside - F. O. Call "Swiss Sketches. I: After Sunset on Jura"

Across worn pavements crumbling to decay - Frank Oliver Call "Through a Long Cloister"

And splendour infinite streamed through - Frank Oliver Call "Through a Long Cloister"

And doubt's dark shadows veil the light - Frank Oliver Call "Through a Long Cloister"

Barbaric splendours of a mystic's dream - Frank Oliver Call "The Vision"

Across the tideless sea no shadow falls - Frank Oliver Call "The Vision"

No longing in a heart unsatisfied - Frank Oliver Call "The Vision"

With all the unuttered joys of bygone days - Frank Oliver Call "The Vision"

Silence held my feet - F. O. Call "Visions"

That spills its amber wine - F. O. Call "Wild Grape"

With many songs unsung - F. O. Call "You Went Away in Summertime"

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No more need to name me - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

Leap inside the morning light - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

Made the same shape of myself - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

A sorcerer's cloak of spider webs - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

As if the fox felt pride - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

A sail full of indignation - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Homecoming Cistern Alien Vessel"

Had their lightning thrones - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Inheritance Cistern Sweet Dominion"

Witch hazel going wild along the walkway - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "An Inn for the Coven"

Two black cats and a beaver who eats carrots all day - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "An Inn for the Coven"

Tomatoes in the summer and pumpkins in the fall - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "An Inn for the Coven"

All of us playing cribbage on the lawn - Gabrielle Calvocoressi "An Inn for the Coven"

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Pray for rain and watch it walk across the sea - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

To bless the bare head of the carrion corbeaux - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

The tide palls and swells like tildes - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

As laughing rain laved what's too proud - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

Possible to love where the Admiral berthed - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

Across the invisible bridge to Venezuela - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

Your words unseen on Valdes' map - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

Soundless as a slow dance in sand - Christian Campbell "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

A thing rigged with bones unbending - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Rigged with bones unbending - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Unfolding past the hard symmetry of clocks - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

The hard symmetry of clocks - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Vertebrae of thought moving now in real time - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Vertebrae of thought - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Hollow as the bones of birds - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Silent psalms for how our scourge was beauty - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

For how our scourge was beauty - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Jolted by the freight of shame - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Leave to remain vagrant - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Blood diamonds paid us in arrears to try the line - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

To ease the medieval weight of failure in the refrain - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

The medieval weight of failure - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

We, the evicted on the victor's turf, playing the past - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

Evicted on the victor's turf - Christian Campbell "Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall"

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Know that at the end opens - Rafael Campo "California"

Know nothing of forgiveness - Rafael Campo "California"

As if pain teaches truth - Rafael Campo "California"

But who can remember dreams - Rafael Campo "California"

And the sun like your hand - Rafael Campo "California"

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With memory and oblivion side by side - Bliss Carman "The Crimson House"

Adder-tongues in coats of gold - Bliss Carman "The Deserted Pasture"

In purple ash and crimson oak - Bliss Carman "The Deserted Pasture"

Turned again to beauty - Bliss Carman "The Deserted Pasture"

River and tide confer - Bliss Carman "Golden Rowan"

On the hill with the lonely sun - Bliss Carman "Golden Rowan"

Scarred by a thousand winters - Bliss Carman "A Mountain Gateway"

Singing at the birth of time - Bliss Carman "A Mountain Gateway"

The lofty mountains of the sky - Bliss Carman "A Mountain Gateway"

Knows the voice of need - Bliss Carman "Over the Wintry Threshold"

By mighty dreams possessed - Bliss Carman "Over the Wintry Threshold"

This fair tribunal of ambitious youth - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

The roads that run through Beauty's realm - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

So Folly mocks at truth - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Here to serve a high occasion - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

The shadowy princedom of the soul - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

No rest-house for the heart - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Out of heroic wanderings - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Primal chaos under cosmic law - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

The little province of the saints - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Dares to climb with wounded feet - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Poisonous weeds of artifice - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Fell round them into dust - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

The noisy workshop of the world - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Whom destiny allows to rest - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Investments in the provinces of joy - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

Exploring all the boundaries of Truth - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

One white hour of life - Bliss Carman "A Sea Child"

Where the lost Lilith went - Bliss Carman "Song"

Through this divided camp of dream - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Where the standing corn whispers - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Captain of the rebel host - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

The hail and haste of clarions - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Bugle down the wintry verge of time - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

The cold Norns who pattern life and rest - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

A resonant meteor of the North - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Muttered of freedom in their sleep - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Dwelt with the nomad tents of rain - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Where ghostly centuries complain - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

And rouse no heartache here - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

Where lurk no ruin of dream - Bliss Carman "The White Gull"

See Also: Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey.

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Spring opens like a blade - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

To a solid unlit white sky - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Hit my eyes from the inside - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Into an atmosphere of glass - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

With knives of light - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

The stalled time after lunch - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

To watch the year repeat its days - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

A year ago in another country - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Time in its transparent loops - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

A chill fragment of the moon - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Accumulating lucidity - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Exhales cold confusion - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

The constant cold departure - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Broke all his moments in half - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

As if the sky was torn off - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Who will not weep again - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Under a load of time - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

And the deadly pain of alteration - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

A vocation of anger - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

From fire to shelter to fire - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

To prepare a misunderstanding - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

The fires of all the winds - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

Stood forth silver and necessary - Anne Carson "The Glass Essay"

All night with closed eyes - Anne Carson "O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love"

A road trip all over my mind and heart - Anne Carson "O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love"

We prize them as kings - Anne Carson "Pinplay" [selections]

Actually, not much of a number - Anne Carson "Pinplay" [selections]

A dismal little number - Anne Carson "Pinplay" [selections]

Battles are fought on greens - Anne Carson "Short Talk on Pain"

How secretly they lie - Anne Carson "Short Talk on Pain"

Floors of distant forests - Anne Carson "Short Talk on Pain"

One inside the other as torqued ellipses - Anne Carson "Thunderstorm Stack"

We do not think why hate Jezebel? - Anne Carson "Thunderstorm Stack"

Throwing trees against the house - Anne Carson "Thunderstorm Stack"

A bird flashed by as if mistaken - Anne Carson "Thunderstorm Stack"

You have little grounds to complain - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

To give least resistance - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

A steady cold channel of headwind - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

With eerie gentle purpose - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

Theirs is a volunteer intervention - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

A vortex above the leading edge - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

In an attitude of careless royalty - Anne Carson "Wife of Brain"

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Racing through intricate lattices - Cyrus Cassells "Altitude"

Like the giddy Argonauts we were - Cyrus Cassells "Altitude"

The active grace, the glory between us - Cyrus Cassells "The Bargain"

Spring from a holy bargain - Cyrus Cassells "The Bargain"

The pharaohs of rice and indigo - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

The conniving Caesars of cotton - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

Possessed some quilt scrap of God - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

Those greed-swayed kings of sugar - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

Those implacable princes of tobacco - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

In our hardscrabble dreams - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

Who better to define freedom - Cyrus Cassells "Caesars and Dreamers"

The blunt, still disillusioning world - Cyrus Cassells "Clarinet"

The irrevocable, raw dusk - Cyrus Cassells "Clarinet"

In this farrago of scraps - Cyrus Cassells "Clarinet"

A beggar's scuffed vermilion - Cyrus Cassells "Clarinet"

Manacled to a tyrant's fence - Cyrus Cassells "Clarinet"

In the gangplank desert - Cyrus Cassells "Courage Song for Scott Warren"

A bromide or a borderland candle - Cyrus Cassells "Courage Song for Scott Warren"

Among the betraying cliffs and dry washes - Cyrus Cassells "Courage Song for Scott Warren"

Incarnation of a curling swan - Cyrus Cassells "How Many Lives Have We Lived in Paris?"

Chasing a fly-by-night sparrow - Cyrus Cassells "How Many Lives Have We Lived in Paris?"

The days of jasmine in Rome - Cyrus Cassells "Jasmine"

The joyous braiding of sun and rain - Cyrus Cassells "Jasmine"

Graced with pallid fireworks - Cyrus Cassells "Jasmine"

All the poisonous hierarchies - Cyrus Cassells "The Only Way to Fight the Plague is Decency"

In tabernacles & doleful churches - Cyrus Cassells "Ready! Aim! Fire!"

Shoring gold at the core - Cyrus Cassells "Return to Florence"

A suddenly revealed field of wheat - Cyrus Cassells "Return to Florence"

The ones rage has twisted into minotaurs - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

Harpies relentlessly swift - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

Straight through the gusts of fear and fury - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

Go to meet the hydra-headed day - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

Go to meet the maelstrom - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

Up from the shadows of gallows trees - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

A chalkboard blooming with equations - Cyrus Cassells "Soul Make a Path Through Shouting"

My rescuing flower's name - Cyrus Cassells "The White Iris Beautifies Me"

Banished, elsewhere, without a shred - Cyrus Cassells "The World That the Shooter Left Us"

A shred of eloquence in the matter - Cyrus Cassells "The World That the Shooter Left Us"

Grasp your bracing challenge - Cyrus Cassells "The World That the Shooter Left Us"

To turn the soul-shaking planet - Cyrus Cassells "The World That the Shooter Left Us"

Into newfound pledges and particles of light - Cyrus Cassells "The World That the Shooter Left Us"

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Cyrus Cassells & Brian Turner collaboration.

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That hold our home in the sky - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

Drift where the gods won't find us - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

The sun finds us each dawn - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

Dawn after a journey home - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

Both the weary and the ready - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

And all that dies silently - Ana Castillo "A Amazonia esta queimando"

Claws and teeth inside my head - Ana Castillo "Cat's Mad Lick"

The poet of butterflies and peace - Ana Castillo "For Francisco X." translated by Julieta Corpus with Ana Castillo

Lightning and thunder throw punches in the desert - Ana Castillo "Insomnia" translated by Sara Solaimani

A story kept in a cedar box - Ana Castillo "P.S. Bittersweet"

Create a square bubble on ten acres - Ana Castillo "Pande...monium"

Infused with lies and nitrogen - Ana Castillo "A Storm upon Us"

Your dreams of golden roses - Ana Castillo "A Storm upon Us"

From our vineyards of abundance - Ana Castillo "A Storm upon Us"

Walking through a labyrinth of anxieties - Ana Castillo "Tell Me to Live for Something"

Floating corks in the Dead Sea - Ana Castillo "Tell Me to Live for Something"

From herbs grown in coffee cans - Ana Castillo "These Times"

Surely hope has not abandoned our souls - Ana Castillo "These Times"

A pickled fig left to dry in the sun - Ana Castillo "These Times"

Dignity is my scepter - Ana Castillo "These Times"

There are no mistakes in hell - Ana Castillo "Two Men and Me"

Hearts that break into clusters of stars - Ana Castillo "Whitman"

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Conjure a vanished morn - Willa Cather "Aftermath"

Nightingale with note of fire - Willa Cather "Arcadian Winter"

That in a golden silence fall - Willa Cather "Autumn Melody"

Sunk in honeyed sleep - Willa Cather "Autumn Melody"

Dream within the grape - Willa Cather "Autumn Melody"

The arms of Darkness - Willa Cather “L’Envoi”

Kiss the lips of Silence - Willa Cather “L’Envoi”

On what heart I found delight - Willa Cather "L'Envoi"

Up from death and dreams - Willa Cather "Eurydice"

Only the sweet ghost of his melody - Willa Cather "Eurydice"

Only the wraith of song - Willa Cather "Eurydice"

Is ever worth one thought - Willa Cather "Evening Song"

Nights so quick to flee - Willa Cather "Evening Song"

The suns and every listless star - Willa Cather "Evening Song"

Beat mad so soon - Willa Cather "Fides, Spes"

Their faith to bear it - Willa Cather "Fides, Spes"

With rain-cloud and swallow - Willa Cather "Fides, Spes"

Pink to the peach and pink to the apple - Willa Cather "Fides Spes"

For the willows' wind-blown hair - Willa Cather "Fides Spes"

Caesars of duplicate empires - Willa Cather "The Gaul in the Capital"

By these marching arrogant masters - Willa Cather "The Gaul in the Capital"

Clay of the kings to come - Willa Cather "The Gaul in the Capital"

To wake the weary-hearted - Willa Cather "Going Home"

That has forgot to ache - Willa Cather "Grandmither, Think Not I Forget"

And buds were pink between - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Golden in every starry glade - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Behind the wind-whipped branches - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Rising to greet the bitter air - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Behind the rose the planet - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

The law behind the veil - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Sought the wood in summer - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

The rudest boughs were tender - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

For this star dust troubles - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

For this have ages rolled - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Sought the wood in winter - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

And watch from every star - Willa Cather "I Sought the Wood in Winter"

Sorrow keeps a stone house - Willa Cather "In Rose-Time"

The madness of the spendthrift flower - Willa Cather "In Rose-Time"

This is the joy of the rose - Willa Cather "In Rose-Time"

Would seek his peace in vain - Willa Cather "A Likeness"

The strange awarding of the prizes - Willa Cather "A Likeness"

Still set against the stream - Willa Cather "A Likeness"

Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

The unseeing eyes of discontent - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

Whom fortune pampered - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

The old, deep-travelled road from pain - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

Long in ashes lying - Willa Cather "A Likeness: Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome"

Perfumed with a thousand years - Willa Cather "London Roses"

Crossed irrevocable rivers - Willa Cather "Macon Prairie"

Under the dark tent of heaven - Willa Cather "Macon Prairie"

But what has become of Caesar's gold? - Willa Cather "The Palatine (In the 'Dark Ages')"

Forsake the sunset for my tower - Willa Cather "Paradox"

Bitter was the bread of song - Willa Cather "The Poor Minstrel"

Brother to the owl and toad - Willa Cather "The Poor Minstrel"

Through halls of vanished pleasure - Willa Cather "Poppies on Ludlow Castle"

Mind the flowers of pleasure - Willa Cather "Poppies on Ludlow Castle"

A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars - Willa Cather "Prairie Dawn"

Through purple mists ascending - Willa Cather "Prairie Dawn"

Out of the lips of silence - Willa Cather "Prairie Spring"

Gold enough to pave the way - Willa Cather "Provencal Legend"

What gladness shines upon them - Willa Cather "Recognition"

Outlasting hearts and houses - Willa Cather "A Silver Cup"

Of hunger toothed with iron - Willa Cather "A Silver Cup"

Given for love and sold for utter anguish - Willa Cather "A Silver Cup"

Or gather marigolds in winter rain - Willa Cather "Sleep, Minstrel, Sleep"

We do not grow more kind - Willa Cather "Sleep, Minstrel, Sleep"

Planets pale in violet skies - Willa Cather "Song"

Fortune held thee in despite - Willa Cather "Song"

Perfumes, in hawthorn boughs distilled - Willa Cather "Sonnet [Alas, that June should come when thou didst go]"

Beggared herself of morning - Willa Cather "Sonnet [Alas, that June should come when thou didst go]"

But summer comes despoiled of her delight - Willa Cather "Sonnet [Alas, that June should come when thou didst go]"

The old wind singing through - Willa Cather "Spanish Johnny"

Every golden star that passed - Willa Cather "The Star Dial"

Every star in heaven was burning - Willa Cather "The Star Dial"

The tryst you did not keep - Willa Cather "The Star Dial"

The desert of those eyes - Willa Cather "Street in Packingtown"

Once smelled a rose in sleep - Willa Cather "Thou Art the Pearl"

That from the crimson summer blows - Willa Cather "Thou Art the Pearl"

The cup is full for his day of returning - Willa Cather "Winter at Delphi"

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Torch from hearth unknown - George Spencer Cautley "The Comet"

Not the amplest range of joys - George Spencer Cautley "The Foolish Colt"

To fan the stars with flaming wings - George Spencer Cautley "The Girandola at Rome"

Kind hints from heaven - George Spencer Cautley "Heaven Lights and Home Lights"

Darken with the dust of strife - George Spencer Cautley "Puritans and Ritualists"

Clouds beyond the rain - George Spencer Cautley "Summer Sunset"

To mountains of surprise - George Spencer Cautley "Sunset on Campagna of Rome"

Who tend the sun's decline - George Spencer Cautley "Sunset on Campagna of Rome"

No guardian lion by her side - George Spencer Cautley "Una"

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An Invisible Procession - C.P. Cavafy "The God Abandons Antony"

Long prepared and graced with courage - C.P. Cavafy "The God Abandons Antony"

Their immortal part rebelled - C.P. Cavafy "The Horses of Achilles" (translated by John Marvrogordato)

Against the work of death - C.P. Cavafy "The Horses of Achilles" (translated by John Marvrogordato)

Knowing his soul was fled - C.P. Cavafy "The Horses of Achilles" (translated by John Marvrogordato)

The woes of time - C.P. Cavafy "The Horses of Achilles" (translated by John Marvrogordato)

Indignant at this work of death - C.P. Cavafy "The Horses of Achilles" (translated by Daniel Mendelsohn)

Without reflection, without mercy, without shame - C.P. Cavafy "Walls" transl. from modern Greek by John Cavafy

Built strong walls and high - C.P. Cavafy "Walls" transl. from modern Greek by John Cavafy

Never an echo came - C.P. Cavafy "Walls" transl. from modern Greek by John Cavafy

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The instant's fostered blossoms - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Were huddled little dreams - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Lost in some peculiar note - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Steady for a little space - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

To haunt these sounding miles - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Wisest legend from the storied wells - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Drifts of wild-thorn flowers - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

The dark, witch-haunted solitude - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Make ghosts of such dead aromas - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Mocks him with glad sorcery - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Which the mornings scorn - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Trembling with full love for Night - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Were strays of parting grief - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Our twin-kingdomed hearts - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

The vampire echoes of the hoarse wood - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Hoofs of a thousand gales - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"

Out of tangled weed and thorny seed - Madison Cawein "Ghosts"

Haunting each crumbling stair - Madison Cawein "Ghosts"

That rose of awful mystery - Madison Cawein "The Miracle of Dawn"

When Light rose, earthquake shod - Madison Cawein "The Miracle of Dawn"

Led me through the gossip trees - Madison Cawein "The Speckled Trout"

And undermine it rock and root - Madison Cawein "The Speckled Trout"

Chiseled out of thought - Madison J. Cawein "To Revery"

Rue and ragweed everywhere - Madison Cawein "Waste Land"

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& less than infinite - Andres Cerpa "Parkinson's Disease: Autumn"

With the confusion of autumn - Andres Cerpa "Parkinson's Disease: Autumn"

In a frozen sprint of light - Andres Cerpa "Parkinson's Disease: Autumn"

Listened like a field of snow - Andres Cerpa "Parkinson's Disease: Autumn"

Beneath the mystery of migration - Andres Cerpa "Parkinson's Disease: Autumn"

Blank architecture that holds - Andres Cerpa "The Vault"

A little psalm in the moon-struck snow - Andres Cerpa "The Vault"

Each bloom of strength - Andres Cerpa "The Vault"

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To measure the sky - Jennifer Chang "About Trees"

Whatever doors we've forgotten - Jennifer Chang "About Trees"

My faith in loneliness - Jennifer Chang "Again a Solstice"

Untwisting the sky - Jennifer Chang "Ceremony"

Raw bones of ambition - Jennifer Chang "Dorothy Wordsworth"

The bitter root of love - Jennifer Chang "Episteme 12"

Making hammocks out of figs and accidents - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

A future quieter than snow - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

The leopards stake out the backyard - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

My terror is not secret - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

As Sandhill cranes must thread the meadow - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

The dangerous pawing at the door - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

Yesterday has no harmony with today - Jennifer Chang "Freedom in Ohio"

Wedded to calamity - Jennifer Chang "Future Snow"

The children of an idle brain - Jennifer Chang "Future Snow"

Neither flee nor be kept - Jennifer Chang "A Horse Named Never"

Valleys of indifferent grasses - Jennifer Chang "A Horse Named Never"

A habit of fear - Jennifer Chang "A Horse Named Never"

Abundant bitterness - Jennifer Chang "A Horse Named Never"

Taller than this rain - Jennifer Chang "How to Live in an American Town"

Crying at the threshold - Jennifer Chang "How to Live in an American Town"

Grief burns faster there - Jennifer Chang "How to Live in an American Town"

Those lush arrogant clouds - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

The hour's tedious orbit - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

Wasted on the unknowable sky - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

This mirror can be comfort now - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

Learned nothing from her kindness - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

Outside my mind's window - Jennifer Chang "Lost Child"

Never is a strange design - Jennifer Chang "Mount Pleasant"

The never outside my window - Jennifer Chang "Mount Pleasant"

Three golden hairs from the demon's head - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

The mouse that gnaws an apple tree's roots - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

Vocal even in its somber tread - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

Foxes drunk on rotten brambles - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

The cracked shell of another creature's child - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

Have known misgivings of light - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

The waves he etches with his oar - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

A silent girl is never safe - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

The hurricane of caution - Jennifer Chang "Obedience, or the Lying Tale"

Mastered distance by living too close - Jennifer Chang "Pastoral"

Leaf-loss and worried sprout - Jennifer Chang "Pastoral"

Too cold for human knowledge - Jennifer Chang "Patsy Cline"

My exhausted portents - Jennifer Chang "River Pilgrims"

The ocean's childless oracle - Jennifer Chang "River Pilgrims"

Nor is the mud benevolent - Jennifer Chang "River Pilgrims"

The meanness of the future - Jennifer Chang "Signs"

Our means so scarce - Jennifer Chang "Signs"

Sparkless for lack of knowing better - Jennifer Chang "Sonogram"

Each falser than stars - Jennifer Chang "Sonogram"

With snow and doubt - Jennifer Chang "The Strangers"

An argument against vindication - Jennifer Chang "The Strangers"

Made a home of everywhere - Jennifer Chang "The Strangers"

Deeper in is still nowhere - Jennifer Chang "We Found the Body of a Young Deer Once"

Scattering the self into thinking - Jennifer Chang "We Found the Body of a Young Deer Once"

As suddenly more mine - Jennifer Chang "We Found the Body of a Young Deer Once"

Like eating a secret - Jennifer Chang "We Found the Body of a Young Deer Once"

The sun's last rage - Jennifer Chang "The Winter's Wife"

A question of tender regard - Jennifer Chang "The Winter's Wife"

Nothing to do with repetition - Jennifer Chang "The Winter's Wife"

Alone and effortless - Jennifer Chang "The World"

Could replenish privacy - Jennifer Chang "The World"

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Converts water into wasps - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

Only one can be called home - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

How to hold water - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

Her voice beside mine - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

The privilege of a history - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

A wrecking ball gown - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

Rooms that fit in my mind - K-Ming Chang "Closet Space"

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still too bright to hear - Lucille Clifton "alabama 9/15/63"

The sometime wonderfulness of other - Lucille Clifton "albino"

walking away from the damage he has done - Lucille Clifton "album"

their name fierce on the planet - Lucille Clifton "amazons"

begin with a spear of salt - Lucille Clifton "begin here"

and honey was heaped upon my head - Lucille Clifton "beloved"

fearful in the garden - Lucille Clifton "the birth of language"

their hunger entering our loneliness - Lucille Clifton "blake"

quills erect among the leaves - Lucille Clifton "blake"

the lip of our understanding - Lucille Clifton "blessing the boats"

splintered into angels - Lucille Clifton "brothers: 8 '........is God'"

watching from the water - Lucille Clifton "california lessons. 1, geography"

guard your language - "california lessons. 2, history"

although she knows no enemy - Lucille Clifton "the coming of the fox"

arrive at the house of lightning - Lucille Clifton "consulting the book of changes: radiation"

where is the light of one leaf falling? - Lucille Clifton "consulting the book of changes: radiation"

our best secret - Lucille Clifton "crabbing"

they smile, meaning us - Lucille Clifton "crabbing"

i am grown old and full of days - Lucille Clifton "dancer"

Came to clutch my dreams at night - Lucille Clifton "david has slain his ten thousands"

who gathered the five smooth stones - Lucille Clifton "david, musing"

the name of the first was hunger - Lucille Clifton "david, musing"

the name of the second was faith - Lucille Clifton "david, musing"

the fifth was the stone of my regret - Lucille Clifton "david, musing"

Gathering each perfect ash - Lucille Clifton "the dead do dream"

squat in the hungry desert fingering stones - Lucille Clifton "dear fox"

dry mornings and bitter nights - Lucille Clifton "dear fox"

enter the dream to be real - Lucille Clifton "the death of crazy horse"

walk my bones and my heart - Lucille Clifton "the death of crazy horse"

never defeated in battle - Lucille Clifton "the death of crazy horse"

leaving the edges of me - Lucille Clifton "the death of fred clifton"

In the passion of his praise - Lucille Clifton "dog's god"

silent in the long approach - Lucille Clifton "down the tram"

favorite child of the universe - Lucille Clifton "the earth is a living thing"

latticed against all light - Lucille Clifton "11/10 again"

have learned the taste of blood - Lucille Clifton "enemies"

In a need beyond desire - Lucille Clifton "1st picture searching for the ox"

baggage cold in a stranger's hand - Lucille Clifton "from the cadaver"

galloping down the highway of my life - Lucille Clifton "hag riding"

the long slide out of paradise - Lucille Clifton "I. at creation"

who he insisted he was - Lucille Clifton "I. at Jonestown"

imagine his growl filling the wind - Lucille Clifton "imagining bear"

in the mean time that split apart with the atom - Lucille Clifton "in the meantime"

burned you into little shells and stars - Lucille Clifton "in the same week"

mourn every necessary bit - Lucille Clifton "in the same week"

will become her own ghost - Lucille Clifton "incantation"

opened once and was gone - Lucille Clifton "jasper texas 1998"

done with this dust - Lucille Clifton "jasper texas 1998"

only the solitary fox watching my window - Lucille Clifton "leaving fox"

another star chooses - Lucille Clifton "leda 2"

of no known kingdom - Lucille Clifton "leda 2"

who knew the truth but didn't always choose it - Lucille Clifton "lee"

your mother's face turned to water - Lucille Clifton "memory"

the only mercy is memory - Lucille Clifton "the message of fred clifton"

the only hell is regret - Lucille Clifton "the message of fred clifton"

Alone in the wrong image - Lucille Clifton "mirror"

Close our eyes against regret - Lucille Clifton "mirror"

all of them carrying yesterday - Lucille Clifton "the mississippi river empties into the gulf"

in which the past is always flowing - Lucille Clifton "the mississippi river empties into the gulf"

whose only sin was dying - Lucille Clifton "morning mirror"

loosened in the mirror - Lucille Clifton "morning mirror"

the banners of regret - Lucille Clifton "my lost father"

no future in those clothes - Lucille Clifton "my dream about being white"

Moved among the days - Lucille Clifton "My Mama moved among the days"

What she touched was hers - Lucille Clifton "My Mama moved among the days"

the saddest lies are the ones we tell ourselves - Lucille Clifton "1994"

into the winter of a cold and mortal body - Lucille Clifton "1994"

Ends in the folding of hands - Lucille Clifton "9th picture returning to the origin back to the source"

no planet stranger - Lucille Clifton "note, passed to superman"

lapping them into rust - Lucille Clifton "one year later"

brushing against the shadows - Lucille Clifton "one year later"

followed her off into vixen country - Lucille Clifton "one year later"

iron understands time is another name for God - Lucille Clifton "rust"

ribbon of hunger and desire - Lucille Clifton "scar"

edge of before and after - Lucille Clifton "scar"

the black blood under the earth - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

born in the mountains of the moon - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

dreaming a small boat through centuries of water - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

weaving garments of neglect - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

the thread running forever in shadow - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

Like the ghost of all my desires - Lucille Clifton "6/27/06"

Swallowing so much love - Lucille Clifton "6/27/06"

So in love with mortals - Lucille Clifton "sorrows"

Amid such choruses of desire - Lucille Clifton "sorrow"

Attach themselves as scars - Lucille Clifton "sorrow"

the fox came every evening - Lucille Clifton "telling our stories"

my fear trapped me inside - Lucille Clifton "telling our stories"

Fame and its inevitable tomorrow - Lucille Clifton "them and us"

Between starshine and clay - Lucille Clifton [untitled]

A tongue blistered with smiling - Lucille Clifton [untitled]

Calling from every mirrored thing - Lucille Clifton [untitled]

The surprised and ungrateful eye - Lucille Clifton [untitled]

For want of tenderness - Lucille Clifton [untitled]

if i am not singing to myself - Lucille Clifton "what manner of man"

stands in the tents of history - Lucille Clifton "what manner of man"

on fire a hundred years - Lucille Clifton "winnie song"

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Begin to erase myself - Chiwan Choi "portraitures and erasures"

At the precipice of the fall - Chiwan Choi "portraitures and erasures"

Neither foreign or [sic] home - Chiwan Choi "portraitures and erasures"

Neither tree nor fire - Chiwan Choi "portraitures and erasures"

My hand grasping at the sky - Chiwan Choi "portraitures and erasures"

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Love itself flies after - Florence Earle Coates "An Adieu"

Not a bud that blossoms - Florence Earle Coates "An Adieu"

Spring cannot regret thee - Florence Earle Coates "An Adieu"

As summer dreams that she is old - Florence Earle Coates "Jewel-weed"

A fairy, cradled in each bloom - Florence Earle Coates "Jewel-weed"

Slow to part with her best gifts - Florence Earle Coates "Probation"

For summer's mellowing touch must wait - Florence Earle Coates "Probation"

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The woman with two souls and one body - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

The woman riding a stampede of seahorses - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

The girl tattooed with leaving - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

Who shapeshifts in an effort to please - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

Whose fantasies chase her into the arms of a tree - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

The woman who dissolves into salt - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

Who birthed one two-faced desire - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

So you know she is smiling under her mask - Ama Codjoe "Come One, Come All! Step Right Up! Welcome to the World of Wonders!"

Rose into the cradle of my mother's mind - Ama Codjoe "Hunger"

Spying from behind my mother's eyes - Ama Codjoe "Hunger"

In the decades before my birthday - Ama Codjoe "Hunger"

Hundreds will tour the bloodshot house - Ama Codjoe "If They Come in the Morning"

As close as mourning barreling into night - Ama Codjoe "If They Come in the Morning"

Birth is a torn ticket stub - Ama Codjoe "My Nothings"

In the universe where we are strangers - Ama Codjoe "My Nothings"

Impatient as grass - Ama Codjoe "My Nothings"

I have eaten all your names - Ama Codjoe "My Nothings"

Eaten all your names - Ama Codjoe "My Nothings"

Distinct from dirt and bone - Ama Codjoe "Primordial Mirror"

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Some deity preparing to depart - Leonard Cohen "Alexandra Leaving"

And all my glory soiled - Leonard Cohen "All My Life"

Where the breaking is for love - Leonard Cohen "All My Life"

But change them into truth - Leonard Cohen "All My Life"

With these lips instruct my heart - Leonard Cohen "All My Life"

Let my heart get frozen - Leonard Cohen "Almost Like the Blues"

Stepped into an avalanche - Leonard Cohen "Avalanche"

Sleep beneath a golden hill - Leonard Cohen "Avalanche"

Who wish to conquer pain - Leonard Cohen "Avalanche"

Just the shadow of my wound - Leonard Cohen "Avalanche"

Where the light and the darkness divide - Leonard Cohen "Ballad of the Absent Mare"

On the dark infested sea - Leonard Cohen "Banjo"

Saved all my ribbons for thee - Leonard Cohen "Bird on the Wire"

By the truth unsaid and the blessing gone - Leonard Cohen "By the Rivers Dark"

Gave the wind my wedding ring - Leonard Cohen "By the Rivers Dark"

By the rivers dark in Babylon - Leonard Cohen "By the Rivers Dark"

I came so far for beauty - Leonard Cohen "Came so Far for Beauty"

For such a lonely choice - Leonard Cohen "Came so Far for Beauty"

Changed my style to silver - Leonard Cohen "Came so Far for Beauty"

The shadow of my reach - Leonard Cohen "Came so Far for Beauty"

Her star beyond my order - Leonard Cohen "Came so Far for Beauty"

Put the moon in a microscope - Leonard Cohen "The Change"

Keep track of each fallen robin - Leonard Cohen "Chelsea Hotel"

Gather up the brokenness - Leonard Cohen "Come Healing"

The fragrance of those promises - Leonard Cohen "Come Healing"

Troubled dust concealing - Leonard Cohen "Come Healing"

To the broken Heart above - Leonard Cohen "Come Healing"

Another mile of silence - Leonard Cohen "Coming Back to You"

But crazy has places to hide me - Leonard Cohen "Crazy to Love You"

Who were never the one - Leonard Cohen "Crazy to Love You"

Deeper than saying goodbye - Leonard Cohen "Crazy to Love You"

Tired of choosing desire - Leonard Cohen "Crazy to Love You"

With a burning violin - Leonard Cohen "Dance Me to the End of Love"

Dance me through the panic - Leonard Cohen "Dance Me to the End of Love"

When the witnesses are gone - Leonard Cohen "Dance Me to the End of Love"

Though every thread is torn - Leonard Cohen "Dance Me to the End of Love"

But darkness was the prize - Leonard Cohen "Darkness"

The sentry of his high religious mood - Leonard Cohen "Death of a Lady's Man"

Who gives her soul an empty room - Leonard Cohen "Death of a Lady's Man"

The twenty-six letters of my cowardice - Leonard Cohen "Death to this Book"

Kindles a light for the lost - Leonard Cohen "Different Sides"

The consequences of memory - Leonard Cohen "Dimensions of Love"

In the straw of amazement - Leonard Cohen "Dimensions of Love"

The bridge of fallen answers - Leonard Cohen "Drank a Lot"

And then the night commanded me - Leonard Cohen "Drank a Lot"

Die so he could be the ocean - Leonard Cohen "Drank a Lot"

Here where hungers rest - Leonard Cohen "Drank a Lot"

And soon the dawn is ready - Leonard Cohen "The Faithless Wife"

The patron saint of envy - Leonard Cohen "Field Commander Cohen"

The grocer of despair - Leonard Cohen "Field Commander Cohen"

Where you promised to stand guard - Leonard Cohen "Field Commander Cohen"

The beauty of our weapons - Leonard Cohen "First We Take Manhattan"

Once so familiar with glory - Leonard Cohen "The Flowers that I Left in the Ground"

Could change forever how blossoms fell - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Journey over cups of wine - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Invasions were begun for crows - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

The language of a fine lament - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Telling time by rain and candles - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

An exile's perfect letter - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Scorned the fraternity of war - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Like clocks wound for a thousand years - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Before they sawed the world in half - Leonard Cohen "For E.J.P."

Going home without my sorrow - Leonard Cohen "Going Home"

Forget all the letters we wrote - Leonard Cohen "The Golden Gate"

Lived a thousand years in one - Leonard Cohen "Half the Perfect World"

In the prison of the gifted - Leonard Cohen "Happens to the Heart"

Bright the dying spark - Leonard Cohen "Happens to the Heart"

As I wander in my time - Leonard Cohen "Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye"

Six impeccable threads of scorn - Leonard Cohen "Homage to Morente"

Escaped from the mud of hope - Leonard Cohen "Homage to Morente"

Where we are nobody at last - Leonard Cohen "Homage to Morente"

A swirl of indelible parallel curves - Leonard Cohen "Homage to Rosengarten"

Holy and relentless desire - Leonard Cohen "Homage to Rosengarten"

Pain cannot compromise this light - Leonard Cohen "Hydra 1960"

My heart hates the trees - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

The dead diamond machinery of the sky - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

Against the prevailing winds of horror - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

For your famous mechanical salvation - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

With the measures of a bitter song - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

Do not separate me from my tears - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

Beside the poisonous grass - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

Magnet of the falling cherry petals - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"

And was not here today - Leonard Cohen "I Long to Hold Some Lady"

A rage of directions - Leonard Cohen "I Lost My Way"

Your name unifies the heart - Leonard Cohen "I Lost My Way"

On all these burning hearts in hell - Leonard Cohen "If It Be Your Will"

Saying goodby at the innermost door - Leonard Cohen "Innermost Door"

Beyond the falling dust of spires - Leonard Cohen "Isaiah"

And my wakefulness rejoices - Leonard Cohen "It Is to You I Turn"

Who unifies the upward heart - Leonard Cohen "It Is to You I Turn"

This house in the firmness of mercy - Leonard Cohen "It Is to You I Turn"

Snatch a skull for midnight wine - Leonard Cohen "It Uses Us!"

Kiss me with your teeth - Leonard Cohen "It Uses Us!"

Truth is the widest embrace - Leonard Cohen "Jan 15, 2007 Sicily Cafe"

The rule of our native killers - Leonard Cohen "The Killers"

A contract of glory - Leonard Cohen "A Kite Is a Victim"

The stars eat your body - Leonard Cohen "Lady Midnight"

To cross the lines of self-defence - Leonard Cohen "The Letters"

Strafed by the Milky Way - Leonard Cohen "The Lists"

Vaccinated by a snarl of clouds - Leonard Cohen "The Lists"

My house at last in order - Leonard Cohen "The Lucky Night!!!!! Sunday March 7, 2004"

My heart the only beacon - Leonard Cohen "The Lucky Night!!!!! Sunday March 7, 2004"

Spread and drown as lilies do - Leonard Cohen "The Lucky Night!!!!! Sunday March 7, 2004"

The code of our frozen love - Leonard Cohen "Lullaby"

As the mist leaves no scar - Leonard Cohen "The Mist"

When wind and hawk encounter - Leonard Cohen "The Mist"

As many nights endure - Leonard Cohen "The Mist"

His plan to counterfeit the moon - Leonard Cohen "My Lawyer"

Sold me water beside the river - Leonard Cohen "My Teacher"

Referred me to the crickets - Leonard Cohen "My Teacher"

The memories came back empty - Leonard Cohen "Never Got to Love You"

Dark all down the line - Leonard Cohen "Never Got to Love You"

Safe from ghosts like you - Leonard Cohen "Never Mind"

Close your eyes in the storm - Leonard Cohen "The News You Really Hate"

Judged again with mercy - Leonard Cohen "The News You Really Hate"

All your songs of beauty fail - Leonard Cohen "Nightingale"

Gave my heart to a mountain - Leonard Cohen "No One After You"

We kissed goodbye in fire - Leonard Cohen "Nothing I Can Lose"

A dove gave me the news - Leonard Cohen "Nothing I Can Lose"

The webs of my sleeping spirit - Leonard Cohen "O Wife Unmasked"

Alloys of eyesore and starlight - Leonard Cohen "O Wife Unmasked"

What sad bureaucracy of luck - Leonard Cohen "O Wife Unmasked"

So private it can burn - Leonard Cohen "On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken"

History is a needle - Leonard Cohen "On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken"

Burned the house I loved - Leonard Cohen "One Night I Burned"

And all the blackness sings - Leonard Cohen "One Night I Burned"

The dust of a long sleepless night - Leonard Cohen "One of Us Cannot Be Wrong"

The raven ahead of the dove - Leonard Cohen "Prayer for Messiah"

With our incomparable sense of loss - Leonard Cohen "Queen Victoria and Me"

Heavy with proverb and correction - Leonard Cohen "Queen Victoria and Me"

Not less lonely for our partnership - Leonard Cohen "Queen Victoria and Me"

Took a ghost to bed - Leonard Cohen "The Rebellion"

Hear the edgeless sound - Leonard Cohen "Roshi's Poem"

The light of the seamless sky - Leonard Cohen "Roshi's Poem"

On the bridge of misery - Leonard Cohen "Samson in New Orleans"

The chains are gone from heaven - Leonard Cohen "Samson in New Orleans"

A thread of light - Leonard Cohen "Show Me the Place"

Must die for the lie in his voice - Leonard Cohen "A Singer Must Die"

Begging in beauty's disguise - Leonard Cohen "A Singer Must Die"

Shed the clothes of our doubting - Leonard Cohen "Slowly I Married Her"

To wash my eyelids in the rain - Leonard Cohen "So Long, Marianne"

On the one-way shore - Leonard Cohen "Song to Make Me Still"

She lets the river answer - Leonard Cohen "Suzanne"

Only drowning men could see him - Leonard Cohen "Suzanne"

Until the sea shall free them - Leonard Cohen "Suzanne"

Where death comes to cry - Leonard Cohen "Take this Waltz"

With a garland of freshly cut tears - Leonard Cohen "Take this Waltz"

Wearing a river's disguise - Leonard Cohen "Take this Waltz"

Bury my soul in a scrapbook - Leonard Cohen "Take this Waltz"

The black that black can go - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

Teach old hearts to break - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

The words you sang were wrong - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

Teach old hearts to rest - Leonard Cohen "Teachers"

Breaking things I can't repair - Leonard Cohen "There for You"

Making outrageous dreams - Leonard Cohen "These Heroics"

The boundaries of my wandering - Leonard Cohen "This Is for You"

Like a bouquet in a cave of bone - Leonard Cohen "This Is for You"

Our hunger blessed by the sun - Leonard Cohen "This Marriage"

The veils of sheer deceit - Leonard Cohen "Thousand Kisses Deep"

A thousand kisses deep - Leonard Cohen "Thousand Kisses Deep"

The heart will not retreat - Leonard Cohen "Thousand Kisses Deep"

A riddle in the book of love - Leonard Cohen "Thousand Kisses Deep"

Against the limits of the sea - Leonard Cohen "Thousand Kisses Deep"

For the ghost I made you be - Leonard Cohen "Treaty"

As the mist leaves no scar - Leonard Cohen "True Love Leaves No Traces"

Like arrows with no target - Leonard Cohen "True Love Leaves No Traces"

Like shackles made of snow - Leonard Cohen "True Love Leaves No Traces"

Have wasted my blood in aimless love - Leonard Cohen "The Way Back"

Never won an inch of star - Leonard Cohen "The Way Back"

Stretched to call me out of dust - Leonard Cohen "The Way Back"

At an unexpected place in your journey - Leonard Cohen "The Way Back"

Alone until the times change - Leonard Cohen "Welcome to These Lines"

Refused to call the darkness poetry - Leonard Cohen "Welcome to These Lines"

Refuse the universal alibi - Leonard Cohen "What I'm Doing Here"

Such balancing monsters of love - Leonard Cohen "What Is a Saint"

The fine and twisted shapes of the heart - Leonard Cohen "What Is a Saint"

Devoted as a dog made of tears - Leonard Cohen "When Desire Rests"

Then lay your rose on the fire - Leonard Cohen "The Window"

Tangle of matter and ghosts - Leonard Cohen "The Window"

And kiss the cheek of the moon - Leonard Cohen "The Window"

Like the rose on its ladder of thorn - Leonard Cohen "The Window"

To the axe of your love - Leonard Cohen "A Woman's Decision"

Ever since the river died - Leonard Cohen "You Got Me Singing

Create an embrace and fall - Leonard Cohen "You Have the Lovers"

No one is writing our history - Leonard Cohen "You Live Like a God"

The poor side of silence - Leonard Cohen "You're Not Supposed to Be Here"

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Pondered the annihilated earth - Henri Cole "At Sixty-Five"

Collected melancholy trophies - Henri Cole "At Sixty-Five"

Like a debt owed to death - Henri Cole "Beach Walk"

In solidarity with summer - Henri Cole "Bees"

The possibility of home - Henri Cole "Birthday"

My borders are changing - Henri Cole "Birthday"

Pouring hunger through my heart - Henri Cole "Dune"

Eternal revenue of memory and feeling - Henri Cole "Dune"

The transparent structure of the world - Henri Cole "Gulls"

All that I had made crooked - Henri Cole "Gulls"

Contemplating the surface - Henri Cole "Maple Leaves Forever"

A knack for solitude - Henri Cole "Oil & Steel"

The smooth order of forgiveness - Henri Cole "Persimmon Tree"

Darkness will give you back - Henri Cole "To Sleep"

Tied fast to nothing - Henri Cole "Toxicology"

The sudden death of the sun - Henri Cole "Twilight"

Making food from sunlight - Henri Cole "Twilight"

My heart dreams of return - Henri Cole "Twilight"

Learn the faith of the indifferent - Henri Cole "Twilight"

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Not fear, not power, but focus - Aaron Coleman "Another Strange Land: Downpour off Cape Hatteras (March, 1864)"

Not horror, not glory, but storm - Aaron Coleman "Another Strange Land: Downpour off Cape Hatteras (March, 1864)"

A stone in David's sling - Aaron Coleman "Another Strange Land: Downpour off Cape Hatteras (March, 1864)"

Stole my body back from death - Aaron Coleman "Another Strange Land: Downpour off Cape Hatteras (March, 1864)"

Steal my breath tonight and every night - Aaron Coleman "Another Strange Land: Downpour off Cape Hatteras (March, 1864)"

Thin anonymous light - Aaron Coleman "The Broken Man's Permission"

A mirror turning back to sand - Aaron Coleman "The Broken Man's Permission"

Beneath the undertow - Aaron Coleman "The Broken Man's Permission"

Prayer to go unchanged within this water - Aaron Coleman "The Broken Man's Permission"

Lifting like shame in the open - Aaron Coleman "The Broken Man's Permission"

Peering past the promise - Aaron Coleman "South of the North, yet north of the South, lies the City of a Hundred Hills" [erasure poem]

People of the Turned Future - Aaron Coleman "South of the North, yet north of the South, lies the City of a Hundred Hills" [erasure poem]

So crowned with cunning - Aaron Coleman "South of the North, yet north of the South, lies the City of a Hundred Hills" [erasure poem]

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Who painted them by creation - Jamie Harris Coleman "The Artist Above"

Thy choicest color was Green - Jamie Harris Coleman "The Artist Above"

Many a dangerous snare unknown - Jamie Harris Coleman "Days of Youth"

Our duty to keep on climbing - Jamie Harris Coleman "Difficulties in Life"

Reach life's golden summit - Jamie Harris Coleman "Difficulties in Life"

Far better than honor or gold - Jamie Harris Coleman "Dove of Peace"

Patiently knocking at justice's door - Jamie Harris Coleman "A Plea for Justice"

Far in the golden West - Jamie Harris Coleman "A Thought of Nature"

In letters of pure gold - Jamie Harris Coleman "To the Memory of Booker T. Washington"

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Happened so gradual - Wanda Coleman "Dear Mama (4)"

Being here without you - Wanda Coleman "Dear Mama (4)"

Making every moment important - Wanda Coleman "Dear Mama (4)"

As though laughter wards off death - Wanda Coleman "Dear Mama (4)"

Against that shadowy day - Wanda Coleman "Dear Mama (4)"

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The glimmer of the honey dew - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Cherry Valley"

The dream that came of the dark - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "The Dark"

The plough in the broken earth - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "I Am the Mountainy Singer"

That broke the hilly land for bread - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "I Am the Mountainy Singer"

Spin my golden web in the sun - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "I Spin My Golden Web"

Then are vanished into dream - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Lament of Padraic Mor Mac Cruimin Over His Sons"

Berried branches of the rowan - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Lament of Padraic Mor Mac Cruimin Over His Sons"

Rifled in the wizard wind - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Lament of Padraic Mor Mac Cruimin Over His Sons"

In the compass of a year - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Lament of Padraic Mor Mac Cruimin Over His Sons"

The seven champions of the silver-mantled shield - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Lament of Padraic Mor Mac Cruimin Over His Sons"

This pedlar's pack of mine - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "A Line's a Speech"

The hearthstone broods in shadow - Joseph Campbell "The Mother"

A white candle in a holy place - Joseph Campbell "The Old Woman"

The spent radiance of the winter sun - Joseph Campbell "The Old Woman"

The waters under the ruined mill - Joseph Campbell "The Old Woman"

With Venus and Psyche in white - Joseph Campbell "The Orangeman"

The beagles run like wind - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Reynardine"

The cloudy bars of nebulae - Joseph Campbell "The Shepherd"

The constellations ring his forehead - Joseph Campbell "The Shepherd"

And the fluid elements quarrel - Joseph Campbell "The Whelk-Gatherer"

When rooks fly homeward - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "When Rooks Fly Homeward"

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With hundreds of thin paper wings - Billy Collins "Cliche"

Row themselves slowly through eternity - Billy Collins "The Dead"

Through a door at the back of the world - Billy Collins "Endangered"

Its argument of corridors - Billy Collins "English Country House"

The density of silence - Billy Collins "The First Geniuses"

In the quiet picnic of consciousness - Billy Collins "Going Out for Cigarettes"

Candid sunlight - Billy Collins "A History of Weather"

To illustrate the rain - Billy Collins "A History of Weather"

The frozen nights of antiquity - Billy Collins "A History of Weather"

Laughing like thunder - Billy Collins "Jack"

Encased in a local thunderstorm - Billy Collins "Mappamundi"

Brocade and sonnet marathons - Billy Collins "Nostalgia"

Within the confines of an hourglass - Billy Collins "On Reading in the Morning Paper that Dreams May Be Only Nonsense"

The extravagant circus of the dark - Billy Collins "On Reading in the Morning Paper that Dreams May Be Only Nonsense"

In the sunflash of trumpets - Billy Collins "The Parade"

Lost in the room of a private dream - Billy Collins "The Parade"

With the possible company of my death - Billy Collins "Passengers"

Deserves such sweet levitation - Billy Collins "Putti in the Night"

For a new swarm of thoughts - Billy Collins "Putti in the Night"

The hinges of the spirit world - Billy Collins "Questions About Angels"

Their diet of unfiltered divine light - Billy Collins "Questions About Angels"

And collapse into infinity - Billy Collins "Questions About Angels"

In the wind of my hand - Billy Collins "Reading Myself to Sleep"

Wet and streaked with daylight - Billy Collins "Reading Myself to Sleep"

Awakened by the opera of dawn - Billy Collins "Rip Van Winkle"

In a principality of thimbles - Billy Collins "Saturday Morning"

In the gray signatures of rivers - Billy Collins "Student of Clouds"

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Teeth tearing bloodily at the sky's throat - Skipwith Cannell "The Coming of Night"

The blank wall by my window - Skipwith Cannell "The Coming of Night"

Lit my candle to make a song for you - Skipwith Cannell "The Coming of Night"

The cracked cup at my elbow - Skipwith Cannell "The Coming of Night"

My soul is a great plain made desolate - Skipwith Cannell "The Coming of Night"

With feet clinging to the earth - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Dance"

An old sorrow that has put out the sun - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Dance"

As the moon drags the flood tide - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Flood Tide"

Raging across the marshes - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Flood Tide"

A ritual terrible and soothing - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: The Flood Tide"

The old gods stand silently - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: In the Forest"

Stand silently behind the silent trees - Skipwith Cannell "Wild Songs: In the Forest"

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Pilgrims of a dream are we - Arthur Colton "Arcadie. I"

For the dust blows bitterly - Arthur Colton "Arcadie. I"

By process of the silent years - Arthur Colton "As We Grow Old"

Grey and ghostly in the night - Arthur Colton "By the Sea"

Each ship beneath its star - Arthur Colton "By the Sea"

Showing the lines of a silver path - Arthur Colton "By the Sea"

Veiled in grey ashes sleeps - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

Float off like beckoning dreams - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

Have torn blue midnight air - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

A secret from the brown earth steal - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

Asks of our bright, unsteady flame - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

The blight of dead leaves in the blood - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

The campfire's last grey embers fall - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

The slender moon to her mooring rides - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"

And all the long results of time - Arthur Colton "Epilogue to a Book of Unimportant Verse"

In slanting piers of light - Arthur Colton "Faustine"

Muses while the shadows sleep - Arthur Colton "Faustine"

Fraught with priceless yesterdays - Arthur Colton "Faustine"

Gazes on each tranquil ghost - Arthur Colton "Faustine"

Grieves because the world is old - Arthur Colton "Heirs of Time"

If no grey threads are in our gold - Arthur Colton "Heirs of Time"

Art demands what life denies - Arthur Colton "The Herb of Grace"

Where an ancient wrath is denizen - Arthur Colton "The Herb of Grace"

Gold apples from the guarded trees - Arthur Colton "The Herb of Grace"

Some wild-rose muse's haunt - Arthur Colton "The Herb of Grace"

Time's grey insignia - Arthur Colton "The House"

Among the beeches a white nymph - Arthur Colton "An Idyl of the Wood"

And know it unafraid - Arthur Colton "An Idyl of the Wood"

Asleep beside their shadows - Arthur Colton "In Port To-Day"

Frozen citadels with creaking gates - Arthur Colton "In Port To-Day"

To find it filled with melodies - Arthur Colton "In Port To-Day"

And beggared midnight winds - Arthur Colton "Let Me No More a Mendicant"

And quiet Wisdom entered there - Arthur Colton "Martial to Pliny"

When the rose is queen - Arthur Colton "Martial to Pliny"

And time a debt to pay - Arthur Colton "Martial to Pliny"

A rose lasts all night long - Arthur Colton "Phyllis and Corydon"

A rose, a crimson rose! - Arthur Colton "Phyllis and Corydon"

Nearer to the cypress than the rose - Arthur Colton "The Poet and the Fountain"

Grey-mossed and lichened by centuries - Arthur Colton "The Poet and the Fountain"

No music in dead stones - Arthur Colton "The Poet and the Fountain"

The slow avalanche alone replied - Arthur Colton "The Roman Way"

Had large experience with the stars - Arthur Colton "The Roman Way"

And busy comedy of the citizen bees - Arthur Colton "The Roman Way"

Age came upon us, grey and sad - Arthur Colton "The Roman Way"

The servants of an unborn year - Arthur Colton "The Shepherd and the Knight"

What wages they may earn - Arthur Colton "The Shepherd and the Knight"

And the golden bowl is broken - Arthur Colton "Snow"

The spirit poured on the air unused - Arthur Colton "Snow"

Written on the evening skies - Arthur Colton "The Thrush"

To the eyes of him who lifts the veil - Arthur Colton "The Thrush"

To-night the roses blow - Arthur Colton "To-Morrow"

And I with mind will pay the debt - Arthur Colton "To-Morrow"

Golden hours we freely spent - Arthur Colton "Twenty Years Hence"

Free with the hawk and the wind - Arthur Colton "Verses from 'The Canticle of the Road'"

As the sea yearns after the moon - Arthur Colton "Verses from 'The Canticle of the Road'"

From the birth of time addressed - Arthur Colton "Verses from 'The Canticle of the Road'"

In dungeons of ourselves we lie - Arthur Colton "Verses from 'The Canticle of the Road'"

Spells from buried mountain oracles - Arthur Colton "Verses from 'The Canticle of the Road'"

See the gold heart emerging - Arthur Colton "The Water-Lily"

Folded in petals of the purest white - Arthur Colton "The Water-Lily"

In the late, grey hours - Arthur Colton "Wayfarers"

Who comes to wash himself in death - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Startled forests, helpless to retreat - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

All oracles that whispering speak - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Saving when envy speaks - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

More for peril than a thousand swords - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Like a lotus in perfumed repose - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

That dallied with a crimson rose - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Where the golden harvest bends - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Down the wet ways of despair - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Hide now so long those crimson shades among - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Every merciful and smiling lie - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

In dusty deserts of the spirit find - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Flung a challenge in the teeth of life - Arthur Colton "West-Easterly Moralities"

Turns round a stony face - Arthur Colton "When All the Brooks Have Run Away"

A little silt of golden things forgotten - Arthur Colton "Who May with the Shrewd Hours Strive?"

Spectral birches, slim and white - Arthur Colton "Without the Gate"

Whose heart is a rose - Arthur Colton "Without the Gate"

Noiseless the flowing moonlight - Arthur Colton "Without the Gate"

The rose in its fragrance sleeps - Arthur Colton "Without the Gate"

Who thread its tangled maze - Arthur Colton "Wordsworth"

A fitful note, clear from infinity - Arthur Colton "Wordsworth"

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The cold pale patina of sky - John R. Chamberlain "Lines"

Brown upon the woodland leaf - John R. Chamberlain "Lines"

Blend in the autumn's grief - John R. Chamberlain "Lines"

In each withered autumn flower - John R. Chamberlain "Lines"

Slight children of an hour - John R. Chamberlain "Lines"

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Pillow full of dreams - Hilda Conkling "About My Dreams"

The sweetness of my dreams - Hilda Conkling "About My Dreams"

Through the wood of shadows - Hilda Conkling "Adventure"

A hollow sweet to rest in - Hilda Conkling "Adventure"

To the moaning sea - Hilda Conkling "Adventure"

The sand holds me back - Hilda Conkling "Adventure"

Away down the sky - Hilda Conkling "Adventure"

Swam through its branches - Hilda Conkling "The Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree"

The wind wore sandals - Hilda Conkling "Autumn Song"

The hands of the trees - Hilda Conkling "Autumn Song"

A queen of yellow leaves - Hilda Conkling "Autumn Song"

Not only through the day - Hilda Conkling "Blue Grass"

Small to shine so - Hilda Conkling "Blue Grass"

Like a tree above my head - Hilda Conkling "Blue Grass"

Like a feathered sky - Hilda Conkling "Bluebird"

Before biting winter comes - Hilda Conkling "Bluebird"

Hear only your voice - Hilda Conkling "The Brook and its Children"

Answered me sweetly - Hilda Conkling "The Brook and its Children"

In steep fields - Hilda Conkling "The Brook and its Children"

This shady path of happiness - Hilda Conkling "The Brook and its Children"

Bare as a leaf - Hilda Conkling "By Lake Champlain"

No wings to moonlight - Hilda Conkling "The Champlain Sandman"

Build nests in my arms - Hilda Conkling "Cherries Are Ripe"

Hear clouds calling - Hilda Conkling "Clouds"

Only the grass to fight - Hilda Conkling "Dandelion"

Lilies on every doorstep - Hilda Conkling "Easter"

Dreaming till I find him - Hilda Conkling "Fairies"

Find the rain of night - Hilda Conkling "First Songs: V"

To-morrow after next - Hilda Conkling "First Songs: XII"

A bird's way of singing - Hilda Conkling "First Songs: XII"

The garden that sings - Hilda Conkling "Garden of the World"

Changed my thoughts to laughter - Hilda Conkling "The Green Palm Tree"

Another kind of sweetness - Hilda Conkling "Hay-Cock"

Bars they can hardly lift - Hilda Conkling "Hills"

And no sun shining - Hilda Conkling "Humming-Bird"

On air above the garden - Hilda Conkling "Humming-Bird"

The flower I lost yesterday - Hilda Conkling "Humming-Bird"

Where everyone is asleep - Hilda Conkling "Land of Nod"

Never think of home - Hilda Conkling "Land of Nod"

Sleeping boys and drowsy roses - Hilda Conkling "Land of Nod"

Sleeping doves and silvery girls - Hilda Conkling "Land of Nod"

Trees with folded wings - Hilda Conkling "Land of Nod"

A voice like ice and velvet - Hilda Conkling "Little Papoose"

And tones of falling water - Hilda Conkling "Little Papoose"

Who shouts like a storm - Hilda Conkling "Little Papoose"

Wings for darkness - Hilda Conkling "The Lonesome Green Apple"

Over the monstrous rocks - Hilda Conkling "The Lonesome Wave"

Whispers like sorrow - Hilda Conkling "The Lonesome Wave"

No more silvery lonesome - Hilda Conkling "The Lonesome Wave"

As a valley of stars - Hilda Conkling "Moon Doves"

More secrets than yesterday - Hilda Conkling "Moon Doves"

Goes pulling the moon - Hilda Conkling "Moon Song"

A river in her heart - Hilda Conkling "Moon Thought"

Every night of clearness - Hilda Conkling "Morning"

Have to do some dreaming - Hilda Conkling "Morning"

Morning on this hill - Hilda Conkling "Morning"

But the wind remembers - Hilda Conkling "Mushroom Song"

Their song is silent - Hilda Conkling "Night Goes Rushing By"

Hoping the moon may say something - Hilda Conkling "Night Goes Rushing By"

His perfume in the sun - Hilda Conkling "Only Morning-Glory That Flowered"

Have often seen your shadow - Hilda Conkling "Pegasus"

Read poems by snow-light - Hilda Conkling "Poems"

The red candles of garden brambles - Hilda Conkling "Poems"

From outside the shade - Hilda Conkling "Rambler Rose"

Turn your faces to the wind - Hilda Conkling "Rambler Rose"

Things I cannot mention - Hilda Conkling "Rambler Rose"

Light in my cup - Hilda Conkling "Rose-Moss"

To see the pearl of light - Hilda Conkling "Seagarde"

Seagulls of hope - Hilda Conkling "Seagarde"

Strange smiles and questions - Hilda Conkling "Shiny Brook"

Like moonlight I cannot hold - Hilda Conkling "Silverhorn"

With the wind on your forehead - Hilda Conkling "Snow-Capped Mountain"

Thinking you lean too far - Hilda Conkling "Snow-Capped Mountain"

With a different whiteness - Hilda Conkling "Snow-Capped Mountain"

Left their song behind them - Hilda Conkling "Snowflake Song"

Pick up their lonesome songs - Hilda Conkling "Snowflake Song"

The stretch of the world - Hilda Conkling "Snowstorm"

Only a mist of dream - Hilda Conkling "Song"

Drop that golden spear - Hilda Conkling "Song for a Play"

Power in the spring - Hilda Conkling "Spring Song"

And flowers in the dark - Hilda Conkling "Spring Song"

In her dreamful heart - Hilda Conkling "Sunset"

Tell me quiet things - Hilda Conkling "Tell Me"

Time for ships and strangers - Hilda Conkling "Tell Me"

Danced in the gold waters - Hilda Conkling "Theatre-Song"

Because of the wind - Hilda Conkling "Three Loves"

With a silver voice - Hilda Conkling "Tree-Toad"

A leaf-gray shadow that sings - Hilda Conkling "Tree-Toad"

Sing patiently all night - Hilda Conkling "Tree-Toad"

Music like weather - Hilda Conkling "Tree-Toad"

Trailing her starry cloak - Hilda Conkling "Tree-Toad"

In a wreath of fire - Hilda Conkling "Two Songs"

Laughed in the sun - Hilda Conkling "Two Songs"

Pass a cloudy gate - Hilda Conkling "Venice Bridge"

End in the sky - Hilda Conkling "Venice Bridge"

Trembled when he sang - Hilda Conkling "Yellow Summer-Throat"

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Thrives like violet on the vine - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Brown Estate, 2018 Tempranillo"

Air kisses the wine - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Brown Estate, 2018 Tempranillo"

Left to silence, a question rises - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Brown Estate, 2018 Tempranillo"

To spare me wrath turned inward - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Brown Estate, 2018 Tempranillo"

No gun could woo me - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Brown Estate, 2018 Tempranillo"

And neither breaks toward justice - Cortney Lamar Charleston "It's Important I Remember that the Moral Arc of the Universe Bends--"

indissoluble as blood impassioned - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

envy of the blessing of birds - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

the divine shadow cast to provide protective canvas - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

our bones of calcified light - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

the names that the ocean omitted from history - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

the burdens branches bore without snapping - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

snared in blasphemous flames on front lawns - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

dialects curbing the confidence of compass needles - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

the severity of the last syllable - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

envious of the birthright of birds - Cortney Lamar Charleston "Magnitude and Bond"

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Radiant webs, by hope and fancy spun - Susan Coolidge "After-Glow"

Read his pledge of dawn - Susan Coolidge "After-Glow"

As when the wind rejoices - Susan Coolidge "April"

I the wall which barred the way - Susan Coolidge "At the Gate"

Set our ringing discords against celestial song - Susan Coolidge "The Better Prayer"

All the fervor of high noon - Susan Coolidge "A Blind Singer"

Caught from some shadowy memory - Susan Coolidge "A Blind Singer"

Blooming like a guarded rose - Susan Coolidge "By the Cradle"

Come back half comforted - Susan Coolidge "Commissioned"

Safe seated in the golden haze - Susan Coolidge "Conqueror"

Built from the salt sands of her every day - Susan Coolidge "Conqueror"

Men die, but sorrow never - Susan Coolidge "The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey"

The crowding years divide - Susan Coolidge "The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey"

Of common share in grief - Susan Coolidge "The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey"

Our paler festival of hope - Susan Coolidge "Easter"

On rapid wings before the snow - Susan Coolidge "Easter Lilies"

No baffled hope or memory - Susan Coolidge "Easter Lilies"

Grim rocks of dread and doubt - Susan Coolidge "Ebb and Flow"

Chained by an alien element - Susan Coolidge "Ebb-Tide"

Shares a nobler discontent - Susan Coolidge "Ebb-Tide"

Drink the fulness of the tide - Susan Coolidge "Ebb-Tide"

Out of our arms escaped - Susan Coolidge "Eighteen"

Better known by fate and name - Susan Coolidge "Eighteen"

To tell where a rose has been - Susan Coolidge "Embalmed"

While we raise the cup of bliss - Susan Coolidge "Flood-Tide"

With sad complainings still denied - Susan Coolidge "Flood-Tide"

That pale and grieving shore - Susan Coolidge "Flood-Tide"

Breathed from unseen distances - Susan Coolidge "From East to West"

Companioned by the storm - Susan Coolidge "Gulf-Stream"

The clear, mocking walls - Susan Coolidge "Gulf-Stream"

Our hostile, yet embracing currents - Susan Coolidge "Gulf-Stream"

From blows of fate or winds of care - Susan Coolidge "A Home"

The answer is not rest or peace - Susan Coolidge "Laborare Est Orare"

See only the glancing needle - Susan Coolidge "Laborare Est Orare"

The grieved god came not again - Susan Coolidge "The Legend of Kintu"

By scanty fruit and tardy grain - Susan Coolidge "The Legend of Kintu"

Pacing the hopeless sand - Susan Coolidge "A Lonely Moment"

Fair as the summer's self - Susan Coolidge "Mary"

In deference to the dew - Susan Coolidge "Menace"

Some healing angel swift - Susan Coolidge "Morning"

The clouds of yesterday - Susan Coolidge "Morning"

Hovering in a soft eclipse - Susan Coolidge "My Birthday"

The right of a rose to bloom - Susan Coolidge "My Rights"

More dazzling fair than summer roses are - Susan Coolidge "My White Chrysanthemum"

A faint, dim breath of bitter lies - Susan Coolidge "My White Chrysanthemum"

Leave us to our winter and our rue - Susan Coolidge "My White Chrysanthemum"

Or some goodness not in me - Susan Coolidge "'Of Such as I Have'"

As dawn to eyes that wake - Susan Coolidge "'Of Such as I Have'"

Wooed by unseen sun - Susan Coolidge "On the Shore"

Bursts the rose of light - Susan Coolidge "On the Shore"

Grievous day of wrathful winds - Susan Coolidge "Outward Bound"

Folded in by golden noons - Susan Coolidge "A Portrait"

Like breath of early blooms - Susan Coolidge "A Portrait"

An unerring accident of grace - Susan Coolidge "A Portrait"

And only souls with wings - Susan Coolidge "Prelude"

To win the nobler song - Susan Coolidge "Prelude"

Bind all our shattered hopes - Susan Coolidge "Readjustment"

The dew which faileth none - Susan Coolidge "Savoir C'est Pardonner"

Clasped in the compass of one sun - Susan Coolidge "Savoir C'est Pardonner"

The sea rejects not any one - Susan Coolidge "Savoir C'est Pardonner"

Sweet harmonies of hue - Susan Coolidge "Solstice"

Vain the roses' rapturous breath - Susan Coolidge "Solstice"

Bitter drop in bloom and sweet - Susan Coolidge "Solstice"

As melts a star into the day - Susan Coolidge "Through the Door"

We who have bathed in noon - Susan Coolidge "Through the Door"

The blessed, long-harvested rains - Susan Coolidge "A Thunder Storm"

Only to thunder's lips is known - Susan Coolidge "A Thunder Storm"

Strike their inaudible hour - Susan Coolidge "Time to Go"

Nourished by peaceful suns - Susan Coolidge "To J.H. and E.W.H."

Your heritage of brightness - Susan Coolidge "To J.H. and E.W.H."

Not a ray of noontide sought you - Susan Coolidge "To J.H. and E.W.H."

So your roses turned to bread - Susan Coolidge "To J.H. and E.W.H."

From a full harmony unsung - Susan Coolidge "To J.H. and E.W.H."

The future with its golden key - Susan Coolidge "Two Ways to Love. I"

Lay my heart upon his path - Susan Coolidge "Two Ways to Love. II"

Thy faithfulness cannot betray - Susan Coolidge "When?"

To prove such holding vain - Susan Coolidge "When Love Went"

Its wages and its bitter bread - Susan Coolidge "When Love Went"

Whose calendar is sighs - Susan Coolidge "A Year"

With gleaming hints of glory - Susan Coolidge "A Year"

Our lamps we consecrate - Susan Coolidge "A Year"

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The gone did not go - Rasheed Copeland "to be considered before inviting everyone to The Cookout TM"

Rejoicing over their continued breath - Rasheed Copeland "to be considered before inviting everyone to The Cookout TM"

Break all the unwritten covenants - Rasheed Copeland "to be considered before inviting everyone to The Cookout TM"

From the sweet state of panic - Rasheed Copeland "When Puffy says, and we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop"

The luxury of your stillness - Rasheed Copeland "When Puffy says, and we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop"

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The dice of drowned men's bones - Hart Crane "At Melville's Tomb"

Giving back a scattered chapter - Hart Crane "At Melville's Tomb"

Portent wound in corridors of shells - Hart Crane "At Melville's Tomb"

Lashings charmed and malice reconciled - Hart Crane "At Melville's Tomb"

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive no farther tides - Hart Crane "At Melville's Tomb"

Such random consolations as the wind deposits - Hart Crane "Chaplinesque"

The pirouettes of any pliant cane - Hart Crane "Chaplinesque"

Makes a grail of laughter - Hart Crane "Chaplinesque"

Heard a kitten in the wilderness - Hart Crane "Chaplinesque"

A nephew to confusions - Hart Crane "The Fernery"

Wreath of sudden pain - Hart Crane "The Fernery"

Prisoner of the tree and its green fingers - Hart Crane "Garden Abstract"

Drowning the fever of her hands - Hart Crane "Garden Abstract"

Confused among chrysanthemums - Hart Crane "In Shadow"

Not ready for repentance - Hart Crane "Legend"

Still imploring flame - Hart Crane "Legend"

No stars tonight but those of memory - Hart Crane "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

In the loose girdle of soft rain - Hart Crane "My Grandmother's Love Letters"

Silently into eternity - Hart Crane "North Labrador"

Dives through the filter of trellises - Hart Crane "October-November"

That linger hidden - Hart Crane "Possessions"

Wounded by apprehensions - Hart Crane "Possessions"

Delicate riders of the storm - Hart Crane "Praise for an Urn"

Assessments of the soul - Hart Crane "Praise for an Urn"

The insistent clock - Hart Crane "Praise for an Urn"

Crust a plate of vibrant mercury - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Its drums and darkest blowing leaves ignore - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Revocation of the tears - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Yield attendance to one crucial sign - Hart Crane "Recitative"

How the wind feasts and spins - Hart Crane "Recitative"

The brain's disk shivered against lust - Hart Crane "Recitative"

The same nameless gulf beleaguer us - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Suspend us from atrocious sums - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Palisade wrenched gold of Nineveh - Hart Crane "Recitative"

The bridge swings over salvage - Hart Crane "Recitative"

A wind abides the ensign of your will - Hart Crane "Recitative"

All hours clapped dense into a single stride - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Forgive me for an echo of these things - Hart Crane "Recitative"

Realm of swords - Hart Crane "Sunday Morning Apples"

Defiance to the snow - Hart Crane "Sunday Morning Apples"

Shedding white rings of tumult - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Chill from his rippling rest - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

With inviolate curve - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Yet left some motion ever unspent - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Threshold of the prophet's pledge - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Immaculate sigh of stars - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Fiery parcels all undone - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

Lend a myth to God - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"

This great wink of eternity - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

Whose diapason knells on scrolls of silver - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

Salute the crocus lustres of the stars - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

These poinsettia meadows of her tides - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

Prodigal, complete the dark confessions - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

Her turning shoulders wind the hours - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

Superscription of bent foam and wave - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

The seal's wide spindrift gaze - Hart Crane "Voyages II"

In one merciless white blade - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Shred ends from remembered stars - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Can strangle this deaf moonlight - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Slow tyranny of moonlight - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Where nothing turns but dead sands - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Nothing so flagless as this piracy - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Breath sealed by the ghost I do not know - Hart Crane "Voyages V"

Conscripted to their shadows’ glow - Hart Crane "The Wine Menagerie"

An instant of the world - Hart Crane "The Wine Menagerie"

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Without a battlefield at home - Nathalia Crane "The Battle on the Floor"

Who would answer for the color of a rose - Nathalia Crane "The Blind Girl"

The candles all were laughing - Nathalia Crane "The Chess Game"

By the wisdom of a wraith - Nathalia Crane "The Chess Game"

Kisses from a waterfall - Nathalia Crane "Choice"

Soft as tread of visions - Nathalia Crane "Choice"

Who have dreamed in the starlight - Nathalia Crane "The Commonplace"

Forever taking one eternal bath - Nathalia Crane "Diana"

The seeds that turned to stone - Nathalia Crane "The Dinosaur's Eggs"

The tombs time left unlatched - Nathalia Crane "The Dinosaur's Eggs"

Outlived a waterfall - Nathalia Crane "The Dinosaur's Eggs"

Seeress and siren and saint - Nathalia Crane "Eva"

The values of shadows - Nathalia Crane "Eva"

The nettle that nobody trusts - Nathalia Crane "The Gossips"

Her rivals have flouted the rose - Nathalia Crane "The Gossips"

Love never clung to the nettle - Nathalia Crane "The Gossips"

The souls of all the flowers - Nathalia Crane "The History of Honey"

Index misty ways of joy - Nathalia Crane "The History of Honey"

A shadow and reflection quarelled [sic] - Nathalia Crane "The History of Painting"

Makes an angel worth the view - Nathalia Crane "The History of Painting"

And the lilacs lost restraint - Nathalia Crane "The History of Painting"

Could not stain romance - Nathalia Crane "Love"

The men I wed in wisdom - Nathalia Crane "My Husbands"

The boys who taught me tears - Nathalia Crane "My Husbands"

Made magic in my eyes - Nathalia Crane "My Husbands"

Tired of mirthless mirrors - Nathalia Crane "Old Maid's Reverie"

The silence of the stairways - Nathalia Crane "Old Maid's Reverie"

Beauty in a barefoot mood - Nathalia Crane "Old Maid's Reverie"

Called the roll of the roses - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"

And all of the front rank red - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"

Break no pledge to the poppies - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"

On the field where the roses fell - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"

Matchless mirrors of delight - Nathalia Crane "The Rose of Rest"

Steered by stars that sorrowed - Nathalia Crane "The Salamander Isles"

Captives of the currents - Nathalia Crane "The Salamander Isles"

To barter pins and needles - Nathalia Crane "The Swinging Stair"

At the portals of the Earth - Nathalia Crane "The Swinging Stair"

Fair scenery for song birds - Nathalia Crane "The Three-Cornered Lot"

Doubted truth in blue - Nathalia Crane "The Vestal"

Listed red as ruin - Nathalia Crane "The Vestal"

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Desire's gale attempts new war - Vittoria Colonna [Untitled] transl. by Brenda Webster

A knot of life intwined with faith - Vittoria Colonna [Untitled] transl. by Brenda Webster

Adorned with richest fate - Vittoria Colonna [Untitled] transl. by Lynne Lawner

Vital ray of the divine sun - Vittoria Colonna [Untitled] transl. by Lynne Lawner

The divine sun that nourishes my heart - Vittoria Colonna [Untitled] transl. by Lynne Lawner

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Who had wandered a weary mile - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

Though the wind of autumn mocked - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

Song is sweet in a lonely place - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

While the rose and the song are one - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

Of the heart when it wanders on - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

Turned to the rock and thorn - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

Fared on to the Well of Tears - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

With Love in the flower of dawn - Virginia Woodward Cloud "The Gate"

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A flickering light near spent - Adelaide Crapsey "Angelique"

Bonds to bind the free - Adelaide Crapsey "Adventure"

Keep thou thy tearless watch - Adelaide Crapsey "Anguish"

Wanton mistress to the veering winds - Adelaide Crapsey "Birth-Moment"

Before desire shall meet desire - Adelaide Crapsey "Birth-Moment"

And planted the seeds of her flowers - Adelaide Crapsey "Cry of the Nymph to Eros"

Never the nightingale - Adelaide Crapsey "Dirge"

Star-dust pays for no man's bread - Adelaide Crapsey "The Fiddling Lad"

The stars that tread the sky - Adelaide Crapsey "The Fiddling Lad"

The breath of the world that stops - Adelaide Crapsey "The Fiddling Lad"

The remote, cold place of ultimate dissolution - Adelaide Crapsey "John Keats"

My cool fingers of oblivion - Adelaide Crapsey "John Keats"

I will bathe in waters of ice - Adelaide Crapsey "The Lonely Death"

The dusted shimmer of dew - Adelaide Crapsey "The Monk in the Garden"

Wrung the wine of the dream - Adelaide Crapsey "The Mother Exultant"

I have no heart for noon-tide - Adelaide Crapsey "The Mourner"

In comfort's alien tongue - Adelaide Crapsey "The Mourner"

And even the veiled stars withdraw - Adelaide Crapsey "The Mourner"

And think them less forsaken - Adelaide Crapsey "The Mourner"

How near the heavens lie - Adelaide Crapsey "My Birds that Fly No Longer"

That blew when chaos was - Adelaide Crapsey "Night Winds"

Like the steps of passing ghosts - Adelaide Crapsey "November Night"

The wind in gardens where pale roses die - Adelaide Crapsey "Oh, Lady, Let the Sad Tears Fall"

Shake from your wilding throats - Adelaide Crapsey "The Plaint"

Run after a vanishing dream - Adelaide Crapsey "The Properly Scholarly Attitude"

A vapour that the wind dispels - Adelaide Crapsey "Saying of Il Haboul"

Lauger from a well of secret tears - Adelaide Crapsey "The Source"

The hours by their shadows - Adelaide Crapsey "The Sun-Dial"

In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands - Adelaide Crapsey "To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality"

No rebellion in your bones - Adelaide Crapsey "To the Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window"

But with a spirit all unreconciled - Adelaide Crapsey "To the Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window"

Whose rival is Persephone - Adelaide Crapsey "To Walter Savage Landor"

Never would cry my songs to sell - Adelaide Crapsey "The Vendor's Song"

Out of the strange still dusk - Adelaide Crapsey "The Warning"

Among the blind brown worms - Adelaide Crapsey "Warning to the Mighty"

When the pomp is passed away - Adelaide Crapsey "Warning to the Mighty"

Dear companion of my heart's shed blood - Adelaide Crapsey "White Rose"

Learned all his dreaming from my eyes - Adelaide Crapsey "The Witch"

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The distance still implacable - Robert Creeley "Abstract"

A measure of tired time - Robert Creeley "Baroque"

Spills at my stunned feet - Robert Creeley "Chain"

Blocked impulse of repose - Robert Creeley "Echo"

Still waiting also to be met - Robert Creeley "Here Again"

Stubborn only in its absence - Robert Creeley "Here Only"

Except it finds a place given - Robert Creeley "Here Only"

Miles of spaced echo - Robert Creeley "My New Mexico"

All inside gone out - Robert Creeley "My New Mexico"

A shadow to intention - Robert Creeley "Shadow"

Not thought of as present - Robert Creeley "Translation"

Still catches the stones - Robert Creeley "Waldoboro Eve"

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The poet's name is rendered differently in different sources. I have followed the style of each source for the snippets from each. I'm not going to try to untangle the poet's preferences at this remove. Additionally, Cummings is one of those poets whose work gets titled differently in different sources. This means there may be duplicate snippets that I failed to notice.

If (and when) roses complain - e.e. cummings ???

Roses (you feel certain) will only smile - e.e. cummings ???

The jostling and shouting of merry flowers - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Floating hands were laid upon me - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Whirled and tossed into delicious dancing - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Up with the pale important stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Over time and tide and death leaping - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

the holy city which is your face - E. E. Cummings "Amores (II)"

beheld night's speechless carnival - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

painting of the dark with meteors - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

meteors streaming from playful immortal hands - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

the bursting of the wafted stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

one by one stars flutter into dust - E. E. Cummings "Amores (V)"

the breaking of your soul upon my lips - E. E. Cummings "Amores (V)"

the smiting sky tense with blending - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VI)"

gold crescendo and silver muting - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

darkness and beauty of stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

petals danced against my eyes and down - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

down the singing reaches of my soul - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

offered up each fragrant night - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

and brush the mischief from her eyes - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

where dwells the breath of all persisting stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

the glory is fallen out of the sky - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the last immortal leaf is dead - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the gold year a formal spasm in the dust - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the passing of all shining things - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

lead us into the serious steep darkness - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

by certain foolish perfect hours - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IX)"

because i trust him to your grace - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IX)"

with refrain of unreasoning summer - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

by responding ways cloaked with renewal - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

and the language of leaves repeats - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

i have been sometimes true to Nothing - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

never spoke ill of the pretty stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

the serene the complicated and the obvious - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

true only to the noise of worms - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

the square virtues and the oblong sins - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

incorruptible Nothing under the ample sun - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

Who live in furnished souls - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

In its box of sky lavender and cornerless - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

A fragment of angry candy - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

Steeped in burning flowers - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

Will take the sun in my mouth - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

And leap into the ripe air - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

Complete the mystery of my flesh - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

pride keeps you from the pawn shop - E. E. Cummings "La Guerre"

The doting fingers of prurient philosophers - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

Has the naughty thumb of science prodded - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

True to the incomparable couch of death - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

Answerest them only with spring - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

whose warmest heart recoiled at war - E. E. Cummings "i sing of Olaf glad and big"

With eyes a little sorry - e e cummings "in just-spring"

and were you very sorry to come away? - E. E. Cummings "[little tree]"

As small as a world and as large as alone - E. E. Cummings "maggie and milly and molly and may"

Always ourselves we find in the sea - E. E. Cummings "maggie and milly and molly and may"

Their ghostly roots - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

No smallest voice - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Feel the mountains grow - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

The valleys of the sea - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Through griefs of joy - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Marched against the dark - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Build a world with snow - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

A heart to fear - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Faith’s last doubt - e.e. cummings "nothing false and possible is love…"

Love’s a universe - e.e. cummings "nothing false and possible is love…"

into the strenuous briefness - E.E. Cummings "Post Impressions (VI)"

Probably made of roses & hello - E.E. Cummings "Post Impressions (VI)"

Through the young and awkward hours - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

With April feet like sudden flowers - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

And all her body filled with May - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Delirious feet of the Princess Salome - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

In the noise of Herod's silence - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A flower of so pure surprise - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

The sharp and thirsty blood of Paris - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Not all the Troys of Helen's beauty - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

To undertake Medea's rescuing eyes - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A gesture of immaculate perfume - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Wrists which hint at flight - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Adroit blood's mysterious skein - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A costly morsel of sweet tears - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Crowd gaily upon oblivion - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

kisses are a better fate than wisdom - E. E. Cummings "[since feeling is first]"

and death i think is no parenthesis - E. E. Cummings "[since feeling is first]"

somewhere i have never travelled - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

gladly beyond any experience - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

your eyes have their silence - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

you open always petal by petal - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

the snow carefully everywhere descending - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

equals the power of your intense fragility - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

rendering death and forever with each breathing - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

whose white voices pass upon forgetting - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

o'er whose night three willows wail - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

a slender dimness in the unshapeful hour - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

condemnatory fingers thinned of pity - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

the moved myriads wonderfully loved - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

shall seek all blossoms that do learn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

who will their hungering whispers hear - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

to be immortal is our doom - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

Our feet tread sleepless meadows sweet with fear - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

the currency of faint cities eternal - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

from steep hills by darkness softly brought - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

a noise of petals falling silently - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

from huge trees drenched by a rounding moon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

while a bee dozes on the poppies - E. E. Cummings "Songs (II)"

by oaks and roses deliberated - E. E. Cummings "Songs (II)"

against the strong silences of your song - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

in trembling thirds of anguish quivers - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

whose hand my folded soul shall know - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

The peaceful terrors of the snow - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Fall in a pride of petaled hours - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

opening in a rare Slowness of gloried air - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

The flute of morning stilled in noon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

noon the implacable bassoon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Twilight seeks the thrill of moon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

washed with a wild and thin despair of violin - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Make early flowers of all things - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

Moist eyes are at kisses playing - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

Though love be a day and life be nothing - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

On a great horse of gold into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Song (V)"

Four lean hounds crouched low - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Riding the echo down into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Softer be they than slippered sleep - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Four fleet does at a gold valley - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

The famished arrow sang before - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Riding the mountain down into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Paler be they than daunting death - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Four tall stags at a green mountain - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VII)"

for every mile the feet go the heart goes nine - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VII)"

shallowness of sunlight falls - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VIII)"

walk the longness of autumn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VIII)"

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

A rose shall beget the spring - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

My strong fingers beneath the snow - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

Which comes carefully out of Nowhere - E. E. Cummings "Spring is like a perhaps hand"

Above the heights of immemorial hills - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

Fills the empty vault of Night with shimmering bars - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

Where the lake distils its misered bounty - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

The utter silence of the untranslated stars - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

The busy needle of her light to bring - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day's shroud - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

And dives beneath the world - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

One pure trembling drop of cadence - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

A meek thrush whisper to the dark - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

The cold ripple sneering on the rocks - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

magical maybes of certainly - e.e. cummings "warped this perhapsy… (9)"

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Then scatter like sparks - Kurt Cyrus "Hotel Deep"

A quicksilver blizzard - Kurt Cyrus "Hotel Deep"

Harmless as a bubble - Kurt Cyrus "Hotel Deep"

The murmuring turn of the tide - Kurt Cyrus "Hotel Deep"

There's no letting go of a crab - Kurt Cyrus "Hotel Deep"

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To claim in higher spheres a refuge - Mrs. M. T. W. Chandler "Thoughts from Bulwer" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Could tell the meaning of that hidden charm - Mrs. M. T. W. Chandler "Thoughts from Bulwer" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

To trace the hidden spell's dark origin - Mrs. M. T. W. Chandler "Thoughts from Bulwer" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

The very stars which pierce the veil - Mrs. M. T. W. Chandler "Thoughts from Bulwer" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Give faint visions of a paradise within - Mrs. M. T. W. Chandler "Thoughts from Bulwer" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

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Which wrought the tempest's giant wrath - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "The Artist"

Which shaped the lightning's fiery claw - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "The Artist"

Waters and stars and the lone moods of men - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Beyond the Verge of Time"

Cool green echoes of the voice that sings - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Beyond the Verge of Time"

That sings beyond the verge of Time - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Beyond the Verge of Time"

For what is heaven but the earth grown full - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Beyond the Verge of Time"

Wherein the destiny of heaven is wrought - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Beyond the Verge of Time"

Kindle your glimmering lamp in the infinite space - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Fire"

Veiled in the mystical silence of stars - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Fire"

Meet for your orchards of light - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Fire"

Turn into tumults of incense - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Fire"

Fashioned the stars and the moons to the music - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"

Flooding his limbs with unquenchable fire - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"

Creation that dance and bubbles and flutters - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"

Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"

A mystic dog with paws of fire - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Noon"

Runs through the sky in ecstasy - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Noon"

In this great world of rush and riot - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Steps"

Beyond the need of chant and prayers - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Steps"

Flood my music with your autumn silence - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Worship"

Resplendent shines your crystal heart - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Worship"

Hide the crimson secret of your sunset - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Worship"

The pure golden message of your moon - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Worship"

Weave your rain into a diamond mesh - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Worship"

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The soft places in the center of the heart - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

Where we call up love and family - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

To find them, to bargain with them - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

To gamble on their scales and the wealth of their breath - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

Dark things know the delving - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

Dark things know what we hide and the why - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

Places where names are hidden - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

The dragon's teeth that have spilled from your heart - Alicia Cole "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago Are Where the Dragons Live"

The ibex leaps from your mouth to mine - Alicia Cole "On an Iranian Goblet, 5,000 Years Old"

Fingers ruminating on apricot nectar - Alicia Cole "On an Iranian Goblet, 5,000 Years Old"

Leaves of the first green of raw almonds - Alicia Cole "On an Iranian Goblet, 5,000 Years Old"

The parade flooded the streets with sea wreckage - Alicia Cole "Once, I Was a Mermaid"

Some glass weight washed on the sand - Alicia Cole "Once, I Was a Mermaid"

Unmoved by pity or the dark heart of the sea - Alicia Cole "Once, I Was a Mermaid"

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The cruel wind is at our heels - George Cronyn "Clouds"

The forked tree's chained shadows - George Cronyn "Clouds"

Container of all griefs - George Cronyn "Tasting the Earth"

With hope of Promethean fire - George Cronyn "Clouds"

With every finger on a star - George Cronyn "Clouds"

Goblin lights and magic tide - George Cronyn "The Derelict"

By ways uncharted blown - George Cronyn "The Derelict"

Winds of tickling laughter - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

Jests that swim the depths of truth - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

Spice of Godhead in this brew - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

A satyr turned to stone - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

Gifts I ask not of Apollo - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

Maenads maddened by the wine - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Prayer"

With the spell of Fire and Dew - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Answer"

Embolden gold and sable leopards - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Answer"

All the torches turned to ashes - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Answer"

Had heard the pipes of Pan - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Answer"

Could jewels be so soft - George Cronyn "Disillusion"

Whom shrill dawn devours - George Cronyn "Disillusion"

Ultimate slopes thoughtful of twilight - George Cronyn "Disillusion"

With gnome and goblin rife - George Cronyn "Disillusion"

And the mendicant bees that pass - George Cronyn "The Flower's Way"

My burning face in the arms of the wind - George Cronyn "The Flower's Way"

The feet of the sweet winds - George Cronyn "Night-Flowers"

Blossomed with white stars - George Cronyn "Night-Flowers"

Under seven heavens bright - George Cronyn "Song [A cup full of star-shine]"

A cup full of sea-sound - George Cronyn "Song [A cup full of star-shine]"

Heart of lead and wry despair - George Cronyn "Song (After an old English tune)"

Thread-bare winds from the hollow west - George Cronyn "Song in Winter"

Haggard beggars of hours that die - George Cronyn "Song in Winter"

Serf of the monstrous city - George Cronyn "Song in Winter"

The buried dust of broken hearts - George Cronyn "Tasting the Earth"

The dreams that have no waking - George Cronyn "Tasting the Earth"

This frozen forest world of moonlight - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

All law-born years - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

In the silver-sifted dark - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

Thru ancient Gothic arches seen - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

Peer curious into this magician's glass - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

Forest dreams thru forest moonlight blown - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

Night-wrought spells about me thrown - George Cronyn "The Trail by Night"

And spring came in with silver feet - George Cronyn "A Voice"

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With the light of infinite knowledge - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Heirs of the hoarding ages - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Masters of many talents render account to me - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Pleased with the praise of fools - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

And bear your parts in the battle - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

For the vices of a strong man are pardoned - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Paying each service twofold - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Nor counting the debt clear then - Henry Rutgers Conger "Class Day Poem"

Dying echoes fill the valley - Henry Rutgers Conger "The Purple Hills"

With the far stars pale above them - Henry Rutgers Conger "The Purple Hills"

When darker days have found us - Henry Rutgers Conger "The Purple Hills"

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Which frost-sprites laughing cast - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

In some great Arctic arsenal - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

A couch where mists are born - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

Rebuking half in jest - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

Quaint echoes of the passing time - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

Rebuked a moment's vain desire - Mrs Newton Crosland "The Tongue of Fire"

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I think I mis-typed the poet's name the first time I ran into one of their poems, but it might also be a typo in the sources or that these aren't by the same person. I'm just assuming because it's entirely the sort of typo I'd make.

Though the skies weep to-day - Ina Coolbrith "After the Winter Rain"

Joy comes with the morrow - Ina Coolbrith "After the Winter Rain"

Clasp and beat wild, desolate hands - Ida Coolbrith "California"

And in her arms a dove - Ida Coolbrith "California"

To the farther hem of sea - Ida Coolbrith "California"

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They wrap their wounds in pride - Countee Cullen "Black Magdalens"

The enamoured sun pretending that he dies - Countee Cullen "Brown Boy to Brown Girl"

In a land of scarlet suns and brooding winds - Countee Cullen "Brown Boy to Brown Girl"

If for a day joy masters me - Countee Cullen "Confession"

Who tend my roots with rains of gall - Countee Cullen "Confession"

Rains of gall and suns of prejudice - Countee Cullen "Confession"

On crested waves of melodies - Countee Cullen "Dialogue"

Render up in song your tithes - Countee Cullen "Dialogue"

Wore his coffin for a hat - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Pessimist"

Calamity his cape - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Pessimist"

The riddle of being and breath - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Philosopher"

Wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Poet"

Could break death's adamantine law - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For an Anarchist"

Delicate flowers of sin - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For Daughters of Magdalen"

Golden bell pealing in the courts of dust - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For One Who Died Singing of Death"

And tend our agonizing seeds - Countee Cullen "From the Dark Tower"

The golden increment of bursting fruit - Countee Cullen "From the Dark Tower"

Who plants a seed begets a bud - Countee Cullen "Fruit of the Flower"

Extract of that same root - Countee Cullen "Fruit of the Flower"

Down alleyways of dreams - Countee Cullen "Harlem Wine"

The hemlock which you give for wine - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Within myself is lodged the key - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Dreams of light eclipsed in shade - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Love, leave me like the light - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

Have left me but the name - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

A gleam across the dreamer's face - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

A well drained bitter by the sky - Countee Cullen "In Memory of Col. Charles Young"

On your passion's frigid chest - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

All bitter yesterdays I knew - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

Half a loaf from sumptuous crumbs - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

Stretches forth from shadowed places - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

I pay my debts in kind - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

Your doors barred from within - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

Made complete in sunlight and starshine - Countee Cullen "Sacrament"

Cast bread on stagnant water - Countee Cullen "Sacrament"

With the stars strung for a rattle - Countee Cullen "Saturday's Child"

And handed me to sorrow - Countee Cullen "Saturday's Child"

Burned my hands upon a star - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Athwart Truth's deep abyss - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

To keep secure my wild chimeras - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

The small hard teeth of worms - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Less envenomed than the mouth of Truth - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Into dust and happy nothingness - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Felt the smallest sandgrain like a knife - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

A wave of thunder shook my wing - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Privileged beyond degree - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

In the mesh of Lucifer's revolt - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Tricked a mass of stars into his hair - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

He filled his hands with stars - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

A chord long impotent in me - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Wrought every nerve to ecstasy - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

All sweet things that flourish - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

The broken breath of liberty enchained - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

To contemplate a changing sky - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

That sailed the doubtful seas - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Two colts too strong for a tether - Countee Cullen "Spring Reminiscence"

His mouth the lash of whips - Countee Cullen "To a Brown Girl (for Roberta)"

Youth is time for careless weather - Countee Cullen "To a Brown Girl (for Roberta)"

Poor, troubled, lyric ghost - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

Helpless in the toil of Spring - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

A harp that grieves for life - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

Treble circumstance must confirm the verdict - Countee Cullen "To My Fairer Brethren"

Match you every coin you flip - Countee Cullen "To My Fairer Brethren"

Comes to a winter of sure defeat - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Fling our notes to the sun - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Estrange the flesh from the bone - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Even my smile will be a ghost - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Flaunt a red flower in the face of time - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

When the sharp wedge cracks my arid heart - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

My heart is quick to bleed - Countee Cullen "Wisdom Cometh with the Years"

And dream that false is true - Countee Cullen "Wisdom Cometh with the Years"

Wrapped in their cool immunity - Countee Cullen "The Wise"

The reason tortured Tantalus is baited - Countee Cullen "Yet Do I Marvel"

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Only the hydrofluorocarbons know for sure - S. R. Compton "The Leonids, 11/18, 2002"

As far as a satellite's eye could see - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

The rags of roads and cities clawed to shreds - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

Awakened glaciers grinding all to rubble - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

The vision of dust-borne darkness - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

The world curtained by meteors, volcanoes, or nuclear blast - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

The cold, the asphyxiation, the extinction - S. R. Compton "On the K-T Boundary"

And suffered every civilization's fate - S. R. Compton "To Atlantis"

In the sands of memory remain - S. R. Compton "To Atlantis"

Your crushed heart's wound still burns - S. R. Compton "To Atlantis"

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Where voices low and sweet the hours beguiled - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Hearing on the winds the passing knell - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And for one moment raise the mystic veil - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Looking backward on our dreary way - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The clouds that hang above our coming years - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Traveling through this vale of sin and strife - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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The name's not rare enough for certainty, but this is the only article for someone named Cora who was both an author and of an age to be published in 1852.

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The zeal of those that miss the prize - William Cory "Academus"

His critic friends had surely cried - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

Nor will this age repair the loss - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

Time would have brought him deeper truth - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

Whilst the forest-king strikes high and deep - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

His branches rise in theoretic symmetries - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

Adjust such live-long growth to rules - William Cory "After Reading 'Maud'"

To press the stirrup in fearlessness and glee - William Cory "Amaturus"

Vexes that wilful and capricious eye - William Cory "Amavi"

Greet strange heralds offering tribute - William Cory "Amavi"

And forget the vassals ranked behind - William Cory "Amavi"

Stirred by the newborn wish to conquer - William Cory "Amavi"

Those impetuous claims that drew me forth - William Cory "Amavi"

Those spells that lured me to the stately North - William Cory "Amavi"

Those pleas against my scruples - William Cory "Amavi"

Liberal growth demands untempered heat - William Cory "Amavi"

That proudly stood to meet the whirlwind - William Cory "Asterope"

Still waste in helpless flame and barren smoke - William Cory "Asterope"

Who vainly strove to rival Juno - William Cory "Asterope"

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And bare each stony scar - Christopher Pearce Cranch "December"

One parting dream of summer - Christopher Pearce Cranch "December"

Countermand the march of days - Christopher Pearce Cranch "December"

Waves that murmur on the sunward beach - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Whisper of things beyond the Present's reach - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The rocks where gold-haired syrens sang - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Geraniums and roses round me bloom - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Sunshine weaves a net of flickering gleams - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Fit to entrap a Syren in her dreams - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Tangled braids of ever-changing light - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Since my unequal pen essayed to tell - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Sprang an immortal to the blaze of day - C.P. Cranch "Sorrento" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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Love's arrows falling in the grass - Walter Crane "Love's Arrows"

When Summer on the earth was queen - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Fair hung with tapestry of leaves - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Where threads of gold the sun enweaves - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Round Time's dial thronged the hours - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

To win the crown of all the year - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Shrill the wind-winged heralds blew - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

The shining champions each did ride - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

From wild thorn frail their order grew - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Read in the fortune of your fray - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Strong to bear times' wintry weather - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Love not consumed in passion's heart - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

And each one sought his fallen foe - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

With balm and honey to restore - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Light-footed through the dance's maze - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Dissolved in streams of silver sound - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

Merged in the moonlight, lost & found - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

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As something less or more than mortal - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

Ended when her oxygen ran out - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

The frigid void preserved her in a virtual stasis - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

A swarm of sentient neurons sparkle - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

As they orbit round her helmet - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

Gray rocky meteors of memory flare - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

Frozen comets heated by the sun - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

Elongates and is dispersed across the universe - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

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Inside the locked rooms of night - Cynthia Cruz "Deathscape Lullaby"

Follow a sequin thread of dead things - Cynthia Cruz "Final Performance"

Stop when the moon clocks out - Cynthia Cruz "Final Performance"

A message through the cages of a great whale's teeth - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"

Baskets of bright berries and red marmalade - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"

Tasting the secret letters of your history - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"

In this, the last and final room - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"

Almost adjacent to being human - Cynthia Cruz "In This Light the Junk Undergoes a Transfiguration; It Shines"

I never look at my own face in the mirror - Cynthia Cruz "In This Light the Junk Undergoes a Transfiguration; It Shines"

Last night's dream is entering my body again - Cynthia Cruz "In This Light the Junk Undergoes a Transfiguration; It Shines"

The dream between the end and the beginning - Cynthia Cruz "In This Light the Junk Undergoes a Transfiguration; It Shines"

Still in its prehistoric silver-dawn atmosphere - Cynthia Cruz "In This Light the Junk Undergoes a Transfiguration; It Shines"

Of night's soft decline - Cynthia Cruz "Riding"

In the winter hill's of summer - Cynthia Cruz "Riding"

The slow sediment of forget - Cynthia Cruz "Riding"

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A wind that follows fast - Allan Cunningham "At Sea"

The hollow oak our palace - Allan Cunningham "At Sea"

The lightning flashes free - Allan Cunningham "At Sea"

With lance, with corslet, casque and sword - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

His throne's the war-ship's lofty deck - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Tyrants and conquerors bow your heads - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

For there your terror sails - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Her children's sharp swords out - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Rushed masterless, by tower and town and wood - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Her fiery youth poured o'er them - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Black and battered hulk that slumbers on the tide - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Has nought can match or mar her pride - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

In victor glory goes she forth - Allan Cunningham "The British Sailor's Song" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Woods where primroses blow - Allan Cunningham "The Spring of the Year"

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In many an angry column - Alice Cary "Music"

Through the broken walls of time - Alice Cary "Music"

Their bright fantastic shadows - Alice Cary "Music"

Judge the tree by what it bears - Alice Cary "My Creed"

And feet with courage shod - Alice Cary [untitled]

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As fairies vanish at the break of day - Hartley Coleridge "The Lonely"

Idly watering weeds of casual growth - Hartley Coleridge "Regrets"

To deem myself an outlaw - Hartley Coleridge "Regrets"

Many as the opal's dyes - Hartley Coleridge "To a Lofty Beauty, from Her Poor Kinsman"

Where Beauty sits to tyrannize - Hartley Coleridge "To a Lofty Beauty, from Her Poor Kinsman"

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Scare the small birds from the corn - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Choral Song of Illyrian Peasants"

To hunt the wolf in the woods - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Choral Song of Illyrian Peasants"

Absolute and technical in victories and defeats - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Fears in Solitude"

The best amusement for our morning meal - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Fears in Solitude"

Fiends embattled by a wizard's wand - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "France: An Ode, 1797"

That sweet music of deliverance - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "France: An Ode, 1797"

Burst their manacles and wear the name - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "France: An Ode, 1797"

The guide of homeless winds - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "France: An Ode, 1797"

Echo or mirror seeking - S.T. Coleridge "Frost at Midnight"

A charm to stay the morning star - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

I worshipped the Invisible alone - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Not alone these swelling tears - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Struggling with the darkness all night - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Visited all night by troops of stars - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Companion of the morning star - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Parent of perpetual streams - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

From dark and icy caverns called - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Unceasing thunder and eternal foam - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Glorious at the gates of Heaven - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Beneath the keen full moon - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Clothe you with rainbows - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Let the ice-plains echo - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

In their perilous fall shall thunder - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Flowers that skirt the eternal frost - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Playmates of the mountain-storm - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

The dread arrows of the clouds - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

Signs and wonders of the elements - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

The avalanche, unheard, shoots downward - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Hymn Before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni"

That with the night he may associate joy - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "The Nightingale"

With face averted and unsteady eyes - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "The Pang More Sharp Than All"

The dread watch-tower of man's absolute self - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "To a Gentleman"

Lest a blacker charm compel - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "A Voice Sings"

Bloom for whom you may - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Work Without Hope"

Lives with a separate life - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799"

To see is only a language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799"

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With muscles that astonish your mirror - Dorsey Craft "Bagging Groceries at Piggly Wiggly"

Clean as soap, crisp as pepper - Dorsey Craft "Domestic Poem"

Bringing the skyline down with her - Dorsey Craft "Ode to Sex and the City"

Prayed to the songs of whales - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Advises Jane Eyre"

Summon a minion made of radishes - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

Blistered purple with gravity - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

Outposts filled with Saturn's mercenaries - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

Through shoelace and nuclear waste - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

A chain saw gnawing the bruised air - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

Nudge an asteroid into orbit - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny and I Play Video Games"

We jeweled you in our dreams - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Becomes Our Mother"

Blew you through our mind's harbors - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Becomes Our Mother"

Hermit crabs in shells just the size for sleep - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Becomes Our Mother"

In a mist of saccharine blood - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Consults the GPS"

Each destination swims lithe as otters - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Consults the GPS"

Swaths of medusas that hover like angels - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Consults the GPS"

Opals that pop like champagne - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Contemplates a Mutiny"

The veins in your neck slung with wind - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Does Not Care about Football"

A downpour of whiskey and water - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Does Not Care about Football"

The sky's holy tantrum - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says Her Prayers"

Weave rafts for knife-eyed brides - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says Her Prayers"

Caught the bulk of the vampire - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says She's Not the Madwoman in the Attic"

A hyena in dusty lace - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says She's Not the Madwoman in the Attic"

Like the language of an adder - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says She's Not the Madwoman in the Attic"

Spilling a thousand scarlet sirens - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Says She's Not the Madwoman in the Attic"

Emeralds in the darkest Atlantic - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Speaks to Orlando"

The sea has done you no favors - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Tempts Medusa"

Exile like a parrot plucked bald - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Tempts Medusa"

A gossamer ally treasured and terrible - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Tempts Medusa"

Dark scarf from the spiral of the conch - Dorsey Craft "The Pirate Anne Bonny Wishes Walt Whitman a Happy Birthday"

Throwing out quibbles about the rules - Dorsey Craft "Rainy-Day Games with Kyle"

Hold a pitchfork and set the forest on fire - Dorsey Craft "Rainy-Day Games with Kyle"

The flick of snake in our eyes - Dorsey Craft "Rainy-Day Games with Kyle"

Pry dirt from the roots of an ancient oak - Dorsey Craft "The Wife's Lament: A Retelling"

Walk the length of seventy ships - Dorsey Craft "The Wife's Lament: A Retelling"

Found a man with spears for bones - Dorsey Craft "The Wife's Lament: A Retelling"

With a surplus of cranberry wine - Dorsey Craft "The women my husband ought to love"

And quake for statistics and angles - Dorsey Craft "The women my husband ought to love"

Raccoons too ready for their close-ups - Dorsey Craft "Women Tell Me How to Be Safe"

The shadow of a bandit's mask - Dorsey Craft "Women Tell Me How to Be Safe"

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The portal where time was unbound - Connstynce Nduta Chege "To Get 2(54) You"

Calls from the future rang different - Connstynce Nduta Chege "To Get 2(54) You"

Hummed between brief silences - Connstynce Nduta Chege "To Get 2(54) You"

Couldn't unravel the complexities - Connstynce Nduta Chege "To Get 2(54) You"

To balance the power of yes - Connstynce Nduta Chege "To Get 2(54) You"

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The mollusk that challenged the world - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for my Aggressive Forehead"

Who can make the earth stand still - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for my Aggressive Forehead"

A goose arrives at his bedroom window - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"

To be someone else's biographer - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"

Bring lost birds inside the house - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"

Starting a brawl over scone crumbs - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"

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By fairy hands their knell is rung - William Collins "How Sleep the Brave"

To dwell a weeping hermit there - William Collins "How Sleep the Brave"

How sleep the brave - William Collins "Ode: Written in the Year 1746"

By fairy hands their knell is rung - William Collins "Ode: Written in the Year 1746"

To dwell a weeping hermit there - William Collins "Ode: Written in the Year 1746"

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With Chairman Mao himself chasing us - Chen Chen "First Light"

Fighting him off with firecrackers - Chen Chen "First Light"

My vast invented country - Chen Chen "First Light"

Plus a teaspoon-taste of history - Chen Chen "First Light"

No embracing in the airport - Chen Chen "First Light"

Warm in their memories of us - Chen Chen "First Light"

Those flowers were already memory - Chen Chen "First Light"

First light, last scent, lost country - Chen Chen "First Light"

First and deepest severance - Chen Chen "First Light"

Their underground tree-root syllables - Chen Chen "I am reminded via email to resubmit my preferences for the schedule"

Silences from their long hair - Chen Chen "I am reminded via email to resubmit my preferences for the schedule"

Go by the speed of queer zest - Chen Chen "i love you to the moon &"

Then start a moon garden - Chen Chen "i love you to the moon &"

Orchestrating every movement of a proper family - Chen Chen "I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party"

Nonlinear slapstick meets slasher flick - Chen Chen "I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party"

An engineer's dream-feat of astonishment - Chen Chen "In the City"

Because the skyline believes in me - Chen Chen "In the City"

Its belief, glittering mad & megawatt - Chen Chen "In the City"

Patience in the form of gravity overdressed - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

The right silence can be an action - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

When silence means being made a frozen sea - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Dresses your life in the tidiest wallpaper - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Makes you chairs when you need justice - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Keeps your rage room temperature - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Our thought & selves housed by history - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Rooms we did not choose - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Kafka's number one fan - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Brave monks & unbearable houses - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Ululation in blue vests - Chen Chen "Kafka's Axe & Michael's Vest"

Aging spine of the black sky - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

The judgment of your scraped knees - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

The early dark is a paraphrase of Mars - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

The deep dark is an anagram of Jupiter - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

Orioles come for the oranges - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

Which birds will you pull into orbit - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

Sew the night onto your own coat - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

Too much memory weather - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

The rain your lunatic photographer - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

The growing light rearranging your voice - Chen Chen "Night Falls Like a Button"

Very lacking in witches - Chen Chen "The School of Night & Hyphens"

Stuck in a hell of strangers crying - Chen Chen "The School of Night & Hyphens"

Teach me a little bit of nothing - Chen Chen "The School of Night & Hyphens"

In the dark abundant hours - Chen Chen "The School of Night & Hyphens"

Sketch an anarchist's map to the future - Chen Chen "The School of the Unschoolable"

A rusty yawn in a rumored year - Chen Chen "Self-Portrait as So Much Potential"

A country of trafficless roads - Chen Chen "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities"

To be a cyclone of laughter - Chen Chen "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities"

Who are becoming their own storms - Chen Chen "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities"

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Your hands dripping knives - Victoria Chang "Dear P."

The possible isn't always foldable - Victoria Chang "Dear P. [If you are]"

Buried ambition in the forest - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Ambition]"

Its remaining wing is grief - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Ambition]"

The eagle's memory and its prey - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Ambition]"

The irreversibility of rain - Victoria Chang "OBIT [The Blue Dress]"

But her words never came - Victoria Chang "OBIT [The Blue Dress]"

The stillness of blown glass - Victoria Chang "OBIT [The Blue Dress]"

Having to live in a dead person's future - Victoria Chang "OBIT [The Blue Dress]"

Time breaks for the living - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Caretakers]"

The handle of time's door is hot - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Caretakers]"

Layers of complication on a plane of thought - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Clock]"

The flame from a nightmare - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Clothes]"

The mirror won the battle - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Friendships]"

The grieving speak a different language - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Friendships]"

Fell onto the ground that wasn't there - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Frontal Lobe]"

Darkness is falling without end - Victoria Chang "OBIT [Frontal Lobe]"

Wings pushing down metaphor - Victoria Chang "The Trees Witness Everything"

Lifted away all the question marks - Victoria Chang "The Trees Witness Everything"

As magpies attacked their nest - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

Everything seems romantic in Alaska - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

Where people breathed out white birds - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

The distance between my life and myself - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

Our breath comes out elsewhere - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

What country my breath came out in - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

Could be solved by traveling somewhere cold - Victoria Chang "A Woman with a Bird"

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Pure and lucent hearts - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Descartes in Love" [excerpts]

Ricocheting towards each other - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Descartes in Love" [excerpts]

The self is an invisible glass - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Descartes in Love" [excerpts]

Doubt all things invisible - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Descartes in Love" [excerpts]

Doubt all things visible - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Descartes in Love" [excerpts]

And Argus not omniscience - Ken Chen "Brief Lives: Io" [excerpts]

How bright his golden laugh - Ken Chen "Cruel Cogito"

Persevered to grow abundant - Ken Chen "Fingernails"

Capital scouring the earth for returns - Ken Chen "Fingernails"

The red wound wailing in the air - Ken Chen "Fingernails"

New refugees to the afterlife - Ken Chen "Pre-credit Sequence for the Film About the Camp"

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Weeks again of patient blues - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Folded down into yourself - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Could bear no voice, no face - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Old films you watched without sleep - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Salt gathered on their faces - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

The kitchen with its ticking faucet - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Alone with the voice of my mother - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Old kernel of a voice - Wendy Chen "Fastened V"

Would turn our prints to water - Wendy Chen "No use to say"

A discordant chorus of weeping girls - Wendy Chen "Rites"

Before we can be colorless and new - Wendy Chen "Rites"

A deep pact between stone and water - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

Blooming like rust under oil and tender iron - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

Its inhabitants phosphorus beings - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

Liquid moonlight pouring over the globe - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

Establish your mind on the highest cliff - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

Bring your feet to the precipice - Wendy Chen "They Sail Across the Mirrored Sea"

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To mount the heights of toil - Ethna Carbery "Mea Culpa"

When Summer walked the land - Ethna Carbery "Mea Culpa"

In Passion's red arrayed - Ethna Carbery "Mea Culpa"

The twisted fern uncloses - Ethna Carbery "In Tir-na'n-Og"

The linnet wearies never - Ethna Carbery "In Tir-na'n-Og"

Knee deep in fairy flowers - Ethna Carbery "In Tir-na'n-Og"

No sorrow for my sorrow - Ethna Carbery "In Tir-na'n-Og"

That bitter hour drained the life from me - Ethna Carbery "The Love-Talker"

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Colonialism, Disney, riots & inoculations - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

Sketch a Jackson Pollock splatter of concrete poetry - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

Live and roam free as the Carp - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

Till our appetites are lit into star spangled flames - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

Leading us into a new dawn of Omega 3's & prosperity - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

The power to forge and be prolific as Carp - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

Carp smeared with a smack of sriracha - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

A kiss of mayo & mustard on a whole wheat bun - Regie Cabico "A Carpapalooza: An American Anthem"

An angel peeks from the corner of a mirage - Regie Cabico "In a Legendary Light"

I knelt at the tabernacle of chaos - Regie Cabico "In a Legendary Light"

A dimestore magic trick in legendary light - Regie Cabico "In a Legendary Light"

When the sun blazed on the dust - Regie Cabico "Mango Poem"

Waving passports in the still air - Regie Cabico "Mango Poem"

I can't control the vanishing of bees - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

The honey I swallow to soothe the vocal cords - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

Can't change my major from drama to global peace - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

I can write similes of serenity & poetic sermons - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

The bombs, the explosives, and Molotovs are overhead - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

The lottery, the multiverses, and tomorrow's astrology - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

The octave between blade & nectar - Regie Cabico "Morning After the Election"

graffiti me out of doubt - Regie Cabico "A Queerification"

implant dialects as if they were lilacs - Regie Cabico "A Queerification"

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Celestial fantasies of deathless night - Howell Calhoun "The Lost Temples of Xantoos" [Weird Tales Oct. 1936]

Resplendent guardians of crimson light - Howell Calhoun "The Lost Temples of Xantoos" [Weird Tales Oct. 1936]

Darkness silently unfurls among colossal ruins - Howell Calhoun "The Lost Temples of Xantoos" [Weird Tales Oct. 1936]

Nothing remains upon this barren core - Howell Calhoun "The Lost Temples of Xantoos" [Weird Tales Oct. 1936]

Jeweled gates swing open on their bands of gold - Howell Calhoun "The Lost Temples of Xantoos" [Weird Tales Oct. 1936]

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Borne full many a sorrow - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

That our own hands fashion - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

And closing my heart to truth - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

Never dreamed of the bitter end - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

A damp and chilling shade - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

The sharing of this woeful late regret - Katherine Eleanor Conway "The Heaviest Cross of All"

Memory to flame as a beacon - Katherine Eleanor Conway "Saturninus"

Clouds of the false world's raising - Katherine Eleanor Conway "Saturninus"

Blight of a broken word - Katherine Eleanor Conway "Saturninus"

Terrors of night and delay of light - Katherine Eleanor Conway "Saturninus"

Bright with reflex of light - Katherine Eleanor Conway "Saturninus"

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I had nowhere to go but inside - Nicole Callihan "dwelling"

my heart was a clock on the kitchen wall - Nicole Callihan "dwelling"

And threw your name into the sea - Nicole Callihan "The End of the Pier"

Our paper house sat on the banks of the red river - Nicole Callihan "Fable"

Our doors were made of flame - Nicole Callihan "Fable"

I was as changed as I would ever be - Nicole Callihan "Fable"

clockwise back to a better self - Nicole Callihan "Marriage"

the cattails grew so high that the longing nearly subsided - Nicole Callihan "Marriage"

yesterday I was warpath and daydreams - Nicole Callihan "Marriage"

I want to spacewalk in time with you - Nicole Callihan "Marriage"

I am forebearer and undercurrent - Nicole Callihan "Marriage"

For hours, the flowers were enough - Nicole Callihan "The Origin of Birds"

Enough to feel that sweet steady rhythm - Nicole Callihan "The Origin of Birds"

Eve, surrounded by peonies, and alone - Nicole Callihan "The Origin of Birds"

Enough to make the pinecone grow wings - Nicole Callihan "The Origin of Birds"

The wish was enough to point to the sky - Nicole Callihan "The Origin of Birds"

The lilacs brace themselves for this sort of blue - Nicole Callihan "Summer Elegy"

An infection of baby's breath in your wake - Nicole Callihan "Summer Elegy"

As it festers every August in Brooklyn - Nicole Callihan "Summer Elegy"

A sad liberation at your departure - Nicole Callihan "Summer Elegy"

How easy to dismiss my grief - Nicole Callihan "Summer Elegy"

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Dark against the sky of steel - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

Their worn shoes scratch against the paths of stone - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

A drum echoing through a crowded cave - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

As they circled and rattled near the monster - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

I could hear my fear in their croaks - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

Set the sky on blue fire and shook the ground - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

Under the blue flame of the sky - Vivienne Camille "The Monster in the Shape of a Star"

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Forgiveness was sitting in your kitchen when you got home - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "The Houseguest"

Scrape the papery skin from a ginger root - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "The Houseguest"

Eyes down as though you might be able to forget - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "The Houseguest"

What thresholds of welcome have you crossed and recrossed? - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "The Houseguest"

A cupful of hesitation finally beginning to loosen your tongues - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "The Houseguest"

How much hunger I had to devour - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "In the Animal Garden of My Body"

The downward trajectory of memory - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "In the Animal Garden of My Body"

His betrayal of morning - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello "In the Animal Garden of My Body"

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Still back from the past is bringing - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

When hope of ours would languish - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

And throw a golden bridge across - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

And enter with triumphant songs - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

To sing the songs that are immortal - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

And up from death to glory - Phoebe Cary "Otway"

And so make sunshine in the house - Phoebe Cary "Suppose!" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]

The whole creation will be altered just for you - Phoebe Cary "Suppose!" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]

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Long breath of perfect ecstasy - Eleanor Rogers Cox "At Benediction"

About our finite being spread - Eleanor Rogers Cox "At Benediction"

Waves of harmony eternal - Eleanor Rogers Cox "At Benediction"Of bright Queens vanished - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Keep the rites of Beauty lost - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Names dim with Time's dull rust - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Dreams no sunrise joy shall burst - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Their reign of high delights - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Down Death's mildewed stair - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Leaving a scent of lilies on the air - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Dreaming of Cities Dead"

Through the red rains rising - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

Whose soul a sword was- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

The high splendor of his spirit- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

Heritage of faith unchanging- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

Of fear-undimmed endeavor- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

A quenchless laughter ringing- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

Down the edge of hostile spears- Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"

From the shrouding mists of time - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

Lords of Earth's unconquered prime - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

All the shadow-haunted space - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

To the moon's high mandate move - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

On immortal ardors fed - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

On the ramparts of the world - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

On Time's utmost purple height - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

To the vaunted ages hurled - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

To the music of a thousand harps - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Gods and Heroes of the Gael"

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Just a whisper in the hall - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

A few harsh words of doubting - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

A silence proud and cold - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

A spiteful breath of slander - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

Just a word beyond recall - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

A faith that trusts no longer - Rosie Churchill "This Is All..." [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, No.151--v.III, 20 November, 1886]

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Stick their heads out for an instant - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

Only an instant's interim to view them - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

The particles racing through the accelerator ring - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

All the things which make real the world - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

See the universe now as flickering, countless particles - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

Each particle a Basho frog slipping into the pond - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

Past the toy town of the postgraduates - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

Anonymous mounds of commerce and industry - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

See our love in the concentric ripples - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

Where Heisenberg's rules are reflexive - Richard Chwedyk "Rich and Pam Go to Fermilab and Later See a Dead Man"

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When Emily's deathly fly calls to her - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

When Robert's snowy woods glow with an unearthly light - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

When Walt's celebratory song becomes a post-apocalyptic dirge - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

When Allen's rebel howl bares sharp canines - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

Beneath the Moloch moon - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

When William Carlos' red wheelbarrow transforms - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

Transforms in the lethal rain - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

Stranger than anything Mr. Wells could have ever imagined - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup"

The voice of a drunken Greek god - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Yet her creation is still incomplete - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

She borrows the heart from the Tin Man - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

With the innards from an old fashioned clock - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Sends him forth to face fire and ice - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Bad haircuts and sloppy tailors - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

All within the time frame of a melting clock - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Through a landscape of stairways leading nowhere - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Good citizen torch bearers out to set the night ablaze - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

The monster abandoned on the ice and left to die - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Long dead before Hollywood dividends could ever come - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"

Taking forever to finish their task - G. O. Clark "Some Zombies One Should Avoid"

Fuzzy belief systems and twisted vision of eternity - G. O. Clark "Some Zombies One Should Avoid"

Offering up their gray matter to irrational half truths - G. O. Clark "Some Zombies One Should Avoid"

Determined to drag one down to their bottom line - G. O. Clark "Some Zombies One Should Avoid"

Intent on draining you of every last drop - G. O. Clark "Some Zombies One Should Avoid"

What sound does a subatomic particle make? - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

Crashing its micro-mastodon bulk through a carpet forest - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The mad laughter of evolution issues from our lips - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

This world a cacophony of competing decibels - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

Of freight trains lacking finesse - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The stars sizzling like 4th of July sparklers - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The moon grumbling to itself - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The silence of possibility seeking a voice - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

In a busily mutating world - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The voices of the micro-universe still remain - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

The music of snowflakes falling - G. O. Clark "Sound Check"

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In azure cloak and gown of ashen grey - Olive Custance "The Autumn Day"

Glittering veils of light about her - Olive Custance "The Autumn Day"

A silken web of dreams and joys - Olive Custance "Beauty"

All the wayward songs I sing - Olive Custance "Black Butterflies"

From the tomb of some enchanted past - Olive Custance "Black Butterflies"

How the buttercups and daisies dance - Olive Custance "Blue Flowers"

Shake the stars down for your sake - Olive Custance "Blue Flowers"

From sunset gardens of the moon - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

Blossoms of opal fire - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

Roses with amber petals - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

Shining clusters round the silent dead - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

A diadem of stars at feet and head - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

That wither in the hands of light - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"

The old enchantments hold me still - Olive Custance "The Changeling"

The wizard harpers play for me - Olive Custance "The Changeling"

Hide your passion from the moon - Olive Custance "Dance Song"

In that cage of words wild thoughts were pent - Olive Custance "A Dream"

That some sweet accident might yet release - Olive Custance "A Dream"

The south wind and the sunlight danced - Olive Custance "A Dream"

Seen through a veil of silver - Olive Custance "Endymion"

The magic mirror of the dawn - Olive Custance "Gifts"

And I will wear gems for your sake - Olive Custance "Gifts"

The dark spangled curtains of the night - Olive Custance "Gifts"

With diamonds make her desolation bright - Olive Custance "Grief"

Night has become a temple for my tears - Olive Custance "Grief"

All the golden forests of the spheres - Olive Custance "Grief"

Ran to meet white Aphrodite risen from the sea - Olive Custance "Hyacinthus"

Went to meet your mystic doom - Olive Custance "Hylas"

That white road of wonder and delight - Olive Custance "Hylas"

With dancing feet and dreaming eyes - Olive Custance "In Praise of Youth"

The magic woof that summer weaves - Olive Custance "In the South"

My soul escape your snares - Olive Custance "The Kingdom of Heaven"

So difficult your toils and cares - Olive Custance "The Kingdom of Heaven"

All its heavenly ardours quelled - Olive Custance "The Kingdom of Heaven"

The silent dancing of my soul - Olive Custance "The Magic Mirrors"

And call upon the unknown Gods - Olive Custance "The Magic Mirrors"

Out of the shadows of immortal things - Olive Custance "The Magic Mirrors"

Sunshine skirts that swept the floor - Olive Custance "A Morning Song"

To drive night's dreams away - Olive Custance "A Morning Song"

Climb the ladders of delight - Olive Custance "A Morning Song"

Screen after screen of burnished sapphire - Olive Custance "Peacocks. A Mood"

And London like a silver bride - Olive Custance "Primrose Hill"

That dreams of rainbow wings - Olive Custance "Primrose Hill"

City of sorrow and desire - Olive Custance "Primrose Hill"

Under a sky of opal fire - Olive Custance "Primrose Hill"

That hungers for delight - Olive Custance "Primrose Hill"

Sang at the sun's great golden doors - Olive Custance "The Prisoner of God"

In the white gardens of the moon - Olive Custance "The Prisoner of God"

Intent upon the dusky book of fate - Olive Custance "St. Anthony (The Engraving by Durer)"

All the poisoned spears of hate are hurled - Olive Custance "St. Sebastian"

The hounds of the wind - Olive Custance "The Storm"

In difficult dreams entranced - Olive Custance "The Storm"

Unsatisfied hearts hungry for happiness - Olive Custance "The Storm"

The house if full of whispering ghosts - Olive Custance "The Storm"

Wild hounds of the wind and rain - Olive Custance "The Storm"

Stoops to gather the golden flower of day - Olive Custance "The Storm"

A glimpse of your averted face - Olive Custance "Twilight"

The golden gloom of dreamland - Olive Custance "Twilight"

From lonely downs and silent woods - Olive Custance "The Vision"

With winter in my heart - Olive Custance "The Vision"

Where Beauty met me in a thousand moods - Olive Custance "The Vision"

In Hope's silver sky unfurled - Olive Custance "The Wings of Fortune"

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Also where lynched men die - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

With such upon her tide, freedom can't reign - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

The world pronounce you free - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

Let justice reign supreme - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

Let men be what they seem - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

How can our land be bright? - Frank Barbour Coffin "The Negro's 'America'"

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The light every shade of gold - Katie Condon "Big with Dawn"

Daylight is my daughter - Katie Condon "Big with Dawn"

It all depends on the child's arrival - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

You'll have to ring the bell for entrance - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

Will contact you with a separate invoice - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

The resources expended to release you - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

The Sensory Deprivation Tanks for Life Resistant Arrivals(tm) - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

Avoid any version of a significant rupture - Katie Condon "The Insurance Representative Tells Me How Much the Baby's Delivery Will Cost"

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In shaky hands of an old maple - Chris Colderly "For Our Children's Children: Celebrating Chief Dan George"

Greet the new day like a stranger - Chris Colderly "For Our Children's Children: Celebrating Chief Dan George"

And watch the ghosts dance - Chris Colderly "Tambourine Things: Celebrating Judith Wright"

Hold the relic to your ear - Chris Colderly "Tambourine Things: Celebrating Judith Wright"

Listen to the ancient silence - Chris Colderly "Tambourine Things: Celebrating Judith Wright"

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No evidence cannot be bent - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

The destroyer of temples forgot the igniting formula - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

The lassitude from the white shroud of mutation - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

But the famine will not fall forever - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

Who will reconstruct the etymon of hunger - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

When we will have ceased even the waiting - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

The larval signs, the nets, the arachnoid - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

Forcing the blood into forgetfulness - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

The rotating contraption of a second baptism - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

The vast event that propagated their sequel - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La consegna delle braci [The Distribution of Embers]" transl. by Moira Egan

Today the encounter displaces our bones - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

The entire workshop of the body - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Rolls and laps in a new Great Flood - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Because here we lose our names - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

My handhold on the planet is no longer tiny - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Let's commence the vigil of kisses - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Within us a hardened astonishment - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

A stone idol, patient, to be dissolved with a crash - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Thirty times around the apple orchard - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Thirty times in the fallen city - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

The backbone has worn out - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

On this day without judgment - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

In a garden unripe with sun - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Something has flowered within the discontent - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Wide open with chickpeas and ivy - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Eat from every plant except for the bitter one - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

But nothing tames our taste - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

In the almanac of twisted days, of proverbs erased - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

No more tongue to tell of the poppy - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

The acanthus, the molecules of resin - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Many drills that dig into our crust - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Knowing that each layer is a viscera of pain - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

This one that always chaps and cracks - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

I'll quench my thirst with dead water - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Only one will not be defeated: the one that is still missing - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Those with dust in the mouth - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Those born under the drum - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Those who don't close the circle - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

At the point where words retreat - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Who take the legacy and iniquity - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Who remake the debt, all the foundations - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Who remain golden, but not upright - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Give a verse of baptism to life - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

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Your own incandescent lives - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

In footprints made deep - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

A wind that always blows colder - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

Understand the rhythm of our song - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

Your names as a talisman and a touchstone - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

Standing alone in the light - Pearl Cleage "We Speak Your Names"

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For us, the ancestors came too early - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

Grief a perfume lodged in our throats - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

The heart is a continuously open wound - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

Making families where river meets sea - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

Sweet bleeding into salt salt drinking in sweet - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

Stretching the world far beyond its modest capacity - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

There are always more names to speak alive - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

Receiving our bodies as offerings - Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu "host"

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A boy with hands that tremble - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

In a courtyard slicked by rain and blood - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

Tosses maple seeds in the air to spiral - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

But any memory of that has been crushed out of them - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

They lie and wait for time to grind them to dust - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

And hides from sharp knives in the night - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

Red wells too deep to bring up tears - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

Magpies dart around the castle's banners - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

He wonders if their ghosts remember him - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

If they have gone too far to recall their stolen lives - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

Adding the dead, dividing the living, multiplying the sorrows - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"

Broken by ice, smoothed by water and time - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

From the beds of dying streams - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

I call the gems from the necks of fair ladies - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

The rich things stolen from the earth - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Unblinking in the sun of another day - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Cast down from heights to languish - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

The pulse forgotten in the flow of stone - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Mountain ranges and great rifts that break the land - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Swallowing the veins of rivers - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

All these I encompass in my calling - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

All these I summon to rise up and bring fire - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

To dance creation on the fragile and the unmindful - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

The old gods shaking existence beneath my feet - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"

Our ancestors watched it blossom - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Sweet cakes and honey and wine - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Lives left at the altar of knowledge - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Seduced by the memory of its birth - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Waited in the light of our thousand-flower sun - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

They broke a pitiless enemy - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Orbit our compass star - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Rain, forgotten between stars - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

We grieved like the shadow that gives birth to worlds - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

Fought with all the strength of poetry - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

The sun devoured them, and they became the light - Jennifer Crow "Thousand Flower Sun"

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Clang and clang of spear and shield - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Clash and clash of hoof and heel - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Three little birds in a row sat musing - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

A thousand tongues, and nine and ninety-nine lie - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Will make no melody at my will - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

There was a loud quarrel, worldwide - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Going ridiculous voyages, making quaint progress - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Turning as with serious purpose before stupid winds - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire? - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Roll away, leaving black terror, limitless night - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Stern stands and bitter runs for glory - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Calamity would attend all in equality - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Mile upon mile of snow, ice, burning sand - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Once I saw Mountains angry, and ranged in battle-front - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Among the stars, soft gardens near the sun - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Shed no beams upon my weak heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Not your golden days nor your silver nights - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

An assassin attired all in garb of old days - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

From the land of the farther suns - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

To let a red sword of virtue plunge into my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Built a huge ball of masonry upon a mountain-top - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Held in his hands the book of wisdom - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Caught in the stubble of the world - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

In all drink he detected the bitter - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

And in all touch he found the sting - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

And always my eyes ached for the light - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Places among the stars - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Soft gardens near the sun - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Keep your distant beauty - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Nor your silver nights - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Threw wild hands toward the sky - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Booming drums of the regiment - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Whose heart hung humble as a button - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Cry a brotherhood of hearts - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Bastard mushrooms sprung from a pollution of blood - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

The silvered passing of a ship at night - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Don green spectacles before you look at roses - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

A silence from the moon's deepest valley - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

In the dance of the whispering snakes - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

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The sweet Lark shall sing unheard - Rev. William Crowe "The British Theatre. Written in 1775"

Dispersed as Sibyl's leaves of yore - Rev. William Crowe "Epigram"

Props and pillars of our state - Rev. William Crowe "An Expostulatory Supplication to Death, After the Decease of Dr. Burney"

And make Neptune's self to quake - Rev. William Crowe "From Purchase's Pilgrimage, Versified and Designed as a Motto to 'Voyages for the Discovery of a N.W. Passage'"

The melancholy trait of patience - Rev. William Crowe "Inscribed Beneath the Picture of an Ass"

Dripping rains of chill December - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Robed in the livery of spring - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

A cap of flowery hawthorn - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Against the birth of May - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Be found at last not profitless - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Yet it flows along untainted - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Cool water to the thirsty lamb - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Spies on Heaven's work - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Includes all reasonable ends of knowledge - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Vanishing in a lie - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

With false weapons of Philosophy - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

By Neptune's wild and foamy jaws - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

By soft gradations of ascent - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Planted an immortal grove - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

A rank of castles in the rough sea sunk - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Proof against the storm of war - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

To create envy in the immortals - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Th' embattled aid of angry Neptune - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Runs crafty down the wind - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

And shun the land too perilous - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

To the trackless deep they trust - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

That Time has made his prey - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

Pervade the yielded avenues of sense - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

With the destined heirs of glory - Rev. William Crowe "Lines Written at the Tomb of William of Wykeham, in Winchester Cathedral"

Too valueless to be the prize - Rev. William Crowe "Lines Written with a Pencil in a Lady's Almanac"

The warring winds of heaven - Rev. William Crowe "Midnight Devotion. Written in the Great Storm, 1822"

Where Angels rode in fiery guard - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"

Who fight in quarrels not their own - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"

To this most perilous venture run - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"

Giving a false alarm in jest - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"

Who bent his daring sail to untried winds - Rev. William Crowe "On the Death of Captain Cook"

In what slow pomp the Rogues advance - Rev. William Crowe "On the Funeral of --, in a Hearse and Six, Followed by a Mourning Coach and Four"

On Milton's adamantine verse - Rev. William Crowe "On Two Publications, Entitled Editions of Two of Our Poems"

Where golden Ceres left her child - Rev. William Crowe "The Rape of Proserpine"

As lovers' tears should sanctify - Rev. William Crowe "Sonnet to Petrarch"

Had Imps and Witches many a one - Rev. William Crowe "The Spleen"

By vengeful laws the Wizard brood - Rev. William Crowe "The Spleen"

All repair before the throne of Lucifer - Rev. William Crowe "The Spleen"

New-liveried in sulphur flame - Rev. William Crowe "The Spleen"

Ask not the idle cards to show - Rev. William Crowe "To a Lady, Fortune-Telling with Cards"

And drink, themselves, the bitter cup they mix - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Intended to Have Been Spoken in the Theatre to the Duke of Portland, at His Installation as Chancellor of the University of Oxford, in the Year 1793"

Whom Justice arms for vengeance - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Intended to Have Been Spoken in the Theatre to the Duke of Portland, at His Installation as Chancellor of the University of Oxford, in the Year 1793"

With the fire of cities burnt - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Intended to Have Been Spoken in the Theatre to the Duke of Portland, at His Installation as Chancellor of the University of Oxford, in the Year 1793"

Sing their mad hymns of triumph - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Intended to Have Been Spoken in the Theatre to the Duke of Portland, at His Installation as Chancellor of the University of Oxford, in the Year 1793"

The spoil of injured lands - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Spoken in the Theatre, Oxford, at the Installation of the Chancellor, Lord Grenville, July 10, 1810, by Henry Crowe, a Commoner of Wadham College"

Patient labour and unabated zeal - Rev. William Crowe "Verses Spoken in the Theatre, Oxford, at the Installation of the Chancellor, Lord Grenville, July 10, 1810, by Henry Crowe, a Commoner of Wadham College"

To warn us of the dire intent - Rev. William Crowe "Verses to the Honour of the London Pastrycook, Who Marked 'No Popery' on His Pies, &C."

Alarm of danger widely spread - Rev. William Crowe "Verses to the Honour of the London Pastrycook, Who Marked 'No Popery' on His Pies, &C."

Ere Chaos lost his kingdom - Rev. William Crowe "The World: Intended as an Apology for Not Writing: By a Lady"

Leaving unsung its argument - Rev. William Crowe "The World: Intended as an Apology for Not Writing: By a Lady"

The wall which bounds the universe - Rev. William Crowe "Written When Buonaparte Was Altering the Governments of Germany"

Out of old Moons was busy cutting Stars - Rev. William Crowe "Written When Buonaparte Was Altering the Governments of Germany"

As if old Time had lent him scythe and wings - Rev. William Crowe "Written When Buonaparte Was Altering the Governments of Germany"

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The leaf-red fire warmed no one's hands - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

When I set my ears into the wind of the hall - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

Its own pattern twisted into the branches - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

Their numbers as great as your soul - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

The wind tangles the net of branches that holds it - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

I would renounce them, wind, leaf, and tree - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"

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And have no right answer for what this means - Youna Kwak "After"

How to live in the after - Youna Kwak "After"

For all those forbidden from entering the home - Youna Kwak "After"

Only after will locked doors swing amply open - Youna Kwak "After"

To admit the murdered into rooms of vast crushed comfort - Youna Kwak "After"

Stepping with hospitable sorrow around the bodies - Youna Kwak "After"

Speaking dirges into the phantom darkness - Youna Kwak "After"

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A dark matter that calls my name - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

I wanted to run from terror - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

Pity and power the deadliest benevolence - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

My skeleton sings a song of seashells - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

A song of seashells laced with gold - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

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Bud to flower in the time of spring - Giosue Carducci "A questi di prima io la vidi. Uscia" transl. by Frank Sewall

Love's richest music flowing - Giosue Carducci "A questi di prima io la vidi. Uscia" transl. by Frank Sewall

In a world of stifling air alone - Giosue Carducci "A questi di prima io la vidi. Uscia" transl. by Frank Sewall

Weak and worn with my inquiring - Giosue Carducci "A questi di prima io la vidi. Uscia" transl. by Frank Sewall

Heaven's gracious radiance smiled - Giosue Carducci "At the Table of a Friend" transl. by Frank Sewall

Glowed within the wines we drank - Giosue Carducci "At the Table of a Friend" transl. by Frank Sewall

We to the quiet shades descend - Giosue Carducci "At the Table of a Friend" transl. by Frank Sewall

Fortune smile upon the young - Giosue Carducci "At the Table of a Friend" transl. by Frank Sewall

Flowers around our banquet flung - Giosue Carducci "At the Table of a Friend" transl. by Frank Sewall

Smiled straight into the skies - Giosue Carducci "Beatrice" transl. by Frank Sewall

Kept alive their ardent zeal - Giosue Carducci "Beatrice" transl. by Frank Sewall

From rebel soil a noble flower - Giosue Carducci "Carlo Goldoni" transl. by Frank Sewall

To the muse impart the laurel crown - Giosue Carducci "Carlo Goldoni" transl. by Frank Sewall

Through a lonely cloister's corridors - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

Too heavily bent by burden of the snow - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

Sharp explosions of the cracking ice - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

Nature's mute and haughty horror - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

The drowsy coals a livelier sparkle take - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

The scent of April's fruitful showers - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Palace" transl. by Frank Sewall

Her eyrie on the jagged cliff - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Hovel" transl. by Frank Sewall

Protects the mastiff's sleep - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Hovel" transl. by Frank Sewall

Crowned with her hundred castles - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Banquet" transl. by Frank Sewall

The happy progeny of mirth - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Banquet" transl. by Frank Sewall

Disappear upon the sorrow-mingled pathway - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from the Garret" transl. by Frank Sewall

In dazzling robes of silk and gold - Giosue Carducci "Carnival: Voice from Beneath" transl. by Frank Sewall

Still lift my songs and vows - Giosue Carducci "Dante [O Dante, why is it that I adoring]" transl. by Frank Sewall

The crown and sword alike relentless - Giosue Carducci "Dante [O Dante, why is it that I adoring]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Obscure with crowds of visions and of shades - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Wild clamour and fierce tumult tore - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

The hissing flames of civil war - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Swept away in one great gulf of flame - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Breathed only anger and destruction - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

From beneath the dust of buried centuries - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

This endless fraud and shadow - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Explored the depths of all the universe - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

In the midst of secret things - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

That make forever dark the vales of hell - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

And children born for fratricidal war - Giosue Carducci "Dante [Strong forms were those of the New Life]" transl. by Frank Sewall

Stifled with the heat of the July sun - Giosue Carducci "A Dream in Summer" transl. by Frank Sewall

Veiled in the glow of the golden broom - Giosue Carducci "A Dream in Summer" transl. by Frank Sewall

Green blackness of the tangled wood - Giosue Carducci "F. Petrarca" transl. by Frank Sewall

With the dying splendours of the sun - Giosue Carducci "F. Petrarca" transl. by Frank Sewall

Untouched by fiery Etna's deadly charms - Giosue Carducci "Homer" transl. by Frank Sewall

Who wage a war with the invisible - Giosue Carducci "In a Gothic Church" transl. by Frank Sewall

Equal gifts of anger, love, and power - Giosue Carducci "In Santa Croce" transl. by Frank Sewall

The elm-trees white with dust - Giosue Carducci "The Mother" transl. by Frank Sewall

Flay the very heavens with its raging - Giosue Carducci "Old Figurines" transl. by Frank Sewall

Across the red vapours descending - Giosue Carducci "On a Saint Peter's Eve" transl. by Frank Sewall

The swallows wove and rewove their crooked flight - Giosue Carducci "On a Saint Peter's Eve" transl. by Frank Sewall

Mocking me from among the pomegranates - Giosue Carducci "On a Saint Peter's Eve" transl. by Frank Sewall

A homeless, wandering nightingale - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

Disdainful of the present world - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

Knocked fretful at the portals of the morrow - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

The jackdaw's noisy company - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

Aimed against the oligarchs - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

With intrepid step began to climb - Giosue Carducci "On My Daughter's Marriage" transl. by Frank Sewall

Morning mist from purest ether sifting - Giosue Carducci "On the Sixth Centenary of Dante" transl. by Frank Sewall

The dawn to daylight shifting - Giosue Carducci "On the Sixth Centenary of Dante" transl. by Frank Sewall

Beneath the seagull's screaming - Giosue Carducci "Passa la nave mia, sola, tra il pianto" transl. by Frank Sewall

The roar of waters and the lightning's gleaming - Giosue Carducci "Passa la nave mia, sola, tra il pianto" transl. by Frank Sewall

Memory, down whose face the tears are streaming - Giosue Carducci "Passa la nave mia, sola, tra il pianto" transl. by Frank Sewall

At the gate of dark oblivion's lands - Giosue Carducci "Passa la nave mia, sola, tra il pianto" transl. by Frank Sewall

The dust of broken empires - Giosue Carducci "Roma" transl. by Frank Sewall

Object of their ancient dread - Giosue Carducci "Roma" transl. by Frank Sewall

Entwined a wreath of peaceful olive - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

A Titan slain in some desperate battle - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

Happy on entering the dance - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

A saga of cities ancient and buried - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

Through the holy joys of the azure - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

Three boughs of sacred laurel and myrtle - Giosue Carducci "Sermione" transl. by Frank Sewall

Snow-flakes fall through the ashen heavens - Giosue Carducci "Snowed Under" transl. by Frank Sewall

A world far remote from our daylight - Giosue Carducci "Snowed Under" transl. by Frank Sewall

Peck at the darkened window - Giosue Carducci "Snowed Under" transl. by Frank Sewall

Each thought becomes a harmony - Giosue Carducci "Sun and Love" transl. by Frank Sewall

The nuptials of flowers and the marriage of streams - Giosue Carducci "To Aurora" transl. by Frank Sewall

Danced in the sphere serene - Giosue Carducci "To Phoebus Apollo" transl. by Frank Sewall

Inexorable truth with its cold shadow - Giosue Carducci "To Phoebus Apollo" transl. by Frank Sewall

Whose domain holds Virgil's ashes - Giosue Carducci "Vincenzo Monti" transl. by Frank Sewall

To spread its veil of summer frost - Giosue Carducci "Virgil" transl. by Frank Sewall

The nightingale pours forth her secret boon - Giosue Carducci "Virgil" transl. by Frank Sewall

Of one speech and one endeavour - Giosue Carducci "Voice of God" transl. by Frank Sewall

With my best gifts abounding - Giosue Carducci "Voice of God" transl. by Frank Sewall

Arms hosts your gates surrounding - Giosue Carducci "Voice of God" transl. by Frank Sewall

An awful flash in heaven burning - Giosue Carducci "Voice of God" transl. by Frank Sewall

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The fear in what she wanted - John Ciardi "Abundance"

Had no gift of abundance - John Ciardi "Abundance"

Burned with tears and flower-melt - John Ciardi "Abundance"

When shapes fall from the air - John Ciardi "Abundance"

A commotion in the air and in the blood - John Ciardi "Abundance"

Snow banks dirty with sand - John Ciardi "Abundance"

Ripped from their wires in the wind - John Ciardi "Abundance"

A last abundance correcting our poverties - John Ciardi "Abundance"

A pushcart heaped beyond possibility - John Ciardi "Abundance"

An angel on every garbage can - John Ciardi "Abundance"

At a corner of the ordinary - John Ciardi "Abundance"

On the trellises of invisible principle - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

Waiting for a leaf to turn - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

In the great gaps of the system - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

A nest of flames leaping - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

Novas of insatiable energy - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

Fledglings the size of rhinos - John Ciardi "Everywhere that Universe"

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Skin wrapping the thankful bones - Patricia Clark "Creed"

With dreams of basil and butter - Patricia Clark "Creed"

The fretting of shadow and sun - Patricia Clark "Creed"

In the temptation of an umbrella - Patricia Clark "Creed"

At the right hand of whatever spirit guides us - Patricia Clark "Creed"

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Draw a line beyond your names - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "He Mea Mālo'elo'e #3"

Back through the brindled understory - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "He Mea Mālo'elo'e #3"

Gossiping with the other stones - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "He Mea Mālo'elo'e #3"

Who were the gods you smiled for? - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "He Mea Mālo'elo'e #3"

Walked right by your shallow breath - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "Our Red Road"

Bundled guesswork disguised as intention - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "Our Red Road"

Once the oceans open up - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "Our Red Road"

I keep a version of you in my pocket - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "Our Red Road"

The octopus's footprints moonlit - Donovon Kūhiō Colleps "Our Red Road"

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Steadily traipsing toward dawn - Susan Comninos "Arctic Traveler"

A golem from a palmful of dirt - Susan Comninos "Bequeathal"

Torn pocket of time - Susan Comninos "Bequeathal"

Because we were the bones of bees - Susan Comninos "During COVID, She Dreams of Leaving a Masked Man"

Zipped in their maps of skin - Susan Comninos "Naked Admission: a Fantasy"

Enters as a forgiven guest - Susan Comninos "Our Father, Our King"

The air is full of tolerant embraces - Susan Comninos "Our Father, Our King"

My most faithful sense of your indifference - Susan Comninos "Our Father, Our King"

Ask for a remission of words - Susan Comninos "Our Father, Our King"

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Climbs the trellis of the spine - James Crews "Awe"

Each tingle a bright white morning glory - James Crews "Awe"

This sleeve of ice worn by a branch - James Crews "Awe"

In the tiny offices of the heart - James Crews "Awe"

Catching the light, spinning it into gold - James Crews "Here with You"

And empty its mysteries into the air - James Crews "Self-Compassion"

Gravel dust suspended in the sun - James Crews "Tomatoes"

Brushed for a moment in gravel dust - James Crews "Tomatoes"

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Prone to the benediction of salt - Shutta Crum "Above the Strandline"

Voices lost in the dry hollows of bones - Shutta Crum "All That is Left"

Resolutely through centuries of remorse - Shutta Crum "All That is Left"

Who patiently knit dark hours into tangled shrouds - Shutta Crum "Always, there are mothers"

In the dark recess where one weeps for Grendel - Shutta Crum "Always, there are mothers"

Let the impatient wind push me - Shutta Crum "At the River"

Into canyons intimate with water - Shutta Crum "At the River"

Find forgiveness in the ancient light - Shutta Crum "Everything is Far"

Stopped clocks and voices cut short - Shutta Crum "Everything is Far"

Woven into the battlements of prayer - Shutta Crum "Everything is Far"

The kind of road that furthered dreams - Shutta Crum "The Highway of the Three Graces"

When I was young and sure of heart - Shutta Crum "The Highway of the Three Graces"

In a time of silent horizons - Shutta Crum "Hitchhiker"

Eroding words between brothers - Shutta Crum "How Poetry Reframes the Moment"

Dark seam woven of regret - Shutta Crum "How Poetry Reframes the Moment"

Amid the persistence of fireflies - Shutta Crum "How Poetry Reframes the Moment"

In the rustling music from cottonwood trees - Shutta Crum "Lavender Doe"

Bent against the angle of the Earth - Shutta Crum "Mausoleums"

Mindful of the engraver's task - Shutta Crum "Moab"

Found some anchorage amid our days - Shutta Crum "Navigation"

To float through star-littered fields - Shutta Crum "No Mansions for Me"

To bathe naked in the Euphrates - Shutta Crum "No Mansions for Me"

The silent chapel of a pine forest in winter - Shutta Crum "No Mansions for Me"

To sleep adrift in birdsong - Shutta Crum "No Mansions for Me"

The sweetest of windswept memories - Shutta Crum "No Mansions for Me"

Ancient algae, reptile tread, soot-filled skies - Shutta Crum "On the Beach"

Hurtling into that unrelenting future - Shutta Crum "Reading Brodsky (in English) While Stirring Soup"

Had taken root in the floodplain of your hands - Shutta Crum "Things Done Wrong"

Forgot to harvest the poems - Shutta Crum "Things Done Wrong"

Nightshade tucked neatly in his buttonhole - Shutta Crum "Things Done Wrong"

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