somethingdarker | Apr. 1st, 2010

Apr. 1st, 2010

Go back to an electric life - Jay Deshpande "Actually Very Simple"

How does one re-enter a calendar? - Jay Deshpande "Actually Very Simple"

All the cataclysms in his flesh - Jay Deshpande "Actually Very Simple"

A light along the edge of responsibility - Jay Deshpande "Actually Very Simple"

The tasks that called him by name - Jay Deshpande "Actually Very Simple"

Two moths dust the same screen for remembered light - Jay Deshpande "On Speaking Quietly with My Brother"

We have all been removed from the lyrics - Jay Deshpande "On Speaking Quietly with My Brother"

Through dark's thin language - Jay Deshpande "Wanting a Child"

Unable to carry every inch of an idea - Jay Deshpande "Wanting a Child"

To watch this alias of a race - Jay Deshpande "Wanting a Child"

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Must not waste her breath to sing - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: After the Dam"

The near edge of the purple horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"

At the near edge of the belligerent horizon - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica Apocalyptica"

Out of the choir of air - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"

Her voice will blend with wind - Camille T. Dungy "Ars Poetica: Cove Song"

Until her cup is too heavy - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"

The architecture of the poet's hands - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"

Fruit had no recourse but rot - Camille T. Dungy "Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another"

I walked in a circle in my mind - Camille T. Dungy "The Average Mother"

Underneathness and the welcome of mosses - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"

The impossible hope of the firefly - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"

Only one chair at your table - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"

That pull back and wait for a moment - Camille T. Dungy "Characteristics of Life"

Purple carnations dark as my heart - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

Any distraction I can carry - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

Wake to bouquets of fire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

The black iris with their sabered blooms - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

Announce in a celebration of shrapnel - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

A stalk of green panic and desire - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

These sprigs of blossoming heartbreak - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

Dreams will erupt in chaotic buds of flame - Camille T. Dungy "Daisy Cutter"

Only seven trees left in the world - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #3"

Sweet potatoes root for their own harvest - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"

Every pearl in the world releases its oyster - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"

All my dreams rising for her - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #4"

Hardtack and dried lime - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"

Landing on its bitter brilliance - Camille T. Dungy "Frequently Asked Questions: #9"

Resuscitate their small portion of the light - Camille T. Dungy "How Great the Gardens When They Arrive"

Builds her nest of moss and spider webs - Camille T. Dungy "Natural History"

And grief came along for the cake - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"

Joy and a kind of cold beauty - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"

Grief will ride in on the smallest of bodies - Camille T. Dungy "Notes on what is always with us"

Highlighted lessons and dog-eared parables - Camille T. Dungy "One to Watch, and One to Pray"

Touching those lost spaces inside his name - Camille T. Dungy "soldier's girl"

I hang in the undrenched intervals - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"

Necessary and imperceptible as air - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"

Whose scornings are flint on dry rock - Camille T. Dungy "Where bushes periodically burn, children fear other children: girls"

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And the night that didn't fall away - Chelsea Dingman "And What If I Spoke of the Hours"

The wheat berries piled in metal bins - Chelsea Dingman "Epistemology"

An appropriate name for gin - Chelsea Dingman "Epistemology"

Tie my hands to the wind - Chelsea Dingman "Here, the Sparrows Were, All Along"

Sorrow the sparrow's steel cord - Chelsea Dingman "Here, the Sparrows Were, All Along"

What only the wind knows - Chelsea Dingman "Here, the Sparrows Were, All Along"

Hospice of memory & malice - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

Petition the future for more days without rain - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

Without the cries of blackbirds overhead - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

Lengthen into a lifetime of forgetting - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The oaks lean into the wind - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The faithless sky breaks itself over us - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The cicadas loud in their fury - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

Tell me the story of surrender - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The purple wounds of the peonies - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The shadows of last year's fields - Chelsea Dingman "In the Third Trimester, They Can't Find a Heartbeat"

The sky & what it leaves behind - Chelsea Dingman "Notes on Inheritance"

The fields under a haze of mosquitoes - Chelsea Dingman "Notes on Inheritance"

A child outrunning its name - Chelsea Dingman "Reconstructing the Saints"

Ask the sky to show its hands - Chelsea Dingman "Reconstructing the Saints"

Air through a windmill's vanes - Chelsea Dingman "Reconstructing the Saints"

I know nothing of heaven - Chelsea Dingman "Snow Fugue"

Wanting to be lost again - Chelsea Dingman "Snow Fugue"

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A mask of rattan and hair - Michael Dumanis "The Forecast"

Learned to imitate each other's breath - Michael Dumanis "The Forecast"

For years in the stones of my eyes - Michael Dumanis "The Forecast"

To harbor each disarray and ghost - Michael Dumanis "Joseph Cornell, with Box"

An order to each spectacle - Michael Dumanis "Joseph Cornell, with Box"

Reliquary for the off-white light of January - Michael Dumanis "Joseph Cornell, with Box"

Reliquary for what the World has seen - Michael Dumanis "Joseph Cornell, with Box"

The ballet of wingspan - Michael Dumanis "Joseph Cornell, with Box"

Fly figure-eights over the cottonwoods - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

I would not curse the wind - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

The future is a rumor - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

The new anxiety supplants the old - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

Until the final asteroid hides Omaha - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

Blink into the chasm of sunlight - Michael Dumanis "Nebraska"

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All other furious faiths outpace - Coningsby Dawson "Abandon"

But leave the world more kind - Coningsby Dawson "Abandon"

The covering cloth of night - Coningsby Dawson "Abandon"

Brave offspring of a disenchanted age - Coningsby Dawson "A Brave Life"

As though illusion were not dead - Coningsby Dawson "A Brave Life"

The pain of faiths discredited - Coningsby Dawson "A Brave Life"

Where tired stars wane - Coningsby Dawson "Childish Travelling"

By legioned shadows pressed - Coningsby Dawson "Daybreak"

Along the Parapet of Night - Coningsby Dawson "Daybreak"

The cloven cliff of Dawn - Coningsby Dawson "Daybreak"

Crouched on the haunted cliff - Coningsby Dawson "Dreamland Love"

Dreamings we brought and beauty - Coningsby Dawson "Dreamland Love"

Where Time's whirlwinds race - Coningsby Dawson "Dreamland Love"

When flames the tyrant morning - Coningsby Dawson "Dreamland Love"

Strange midnight lands adorning - Coningsby Dawson "Dreamland Love"

If To-morrow curse or bless - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Because postponed too long - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Truant in my search - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

The mauve of Honour - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

The green of cloistered Knowledge - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Orange of Idleness which flaunts the sun - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Indigo of wizard Heresy - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Gray which gives to Weariness unrest - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

And renovate this battered world - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Leading chained rivers - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Still discontent and tethered - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Paint away the faults of yesterday - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Pace on pace with Fame - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Close-seated in one crimson boat - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

On the full current of desire - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Captains of this brief campaign - Coningsby Dawson "Florence on a Certain Night"

Weave upon the mind's swift loom - Coningsby Dawson "Hallowe'en"

Beneath a withered moon - Coningsby Dawson "Hallowe'en"

Of Death's dread company - Coningsby Dawson "The Hill-Tower"

Thunder about a crater's brim - Coningsby Dawson "The Hill-Tower"

The live man meeting his own ghost - Coningsby Dawson "The Hill-Tower"

Bring true the oracle - Coningsby Dawson "The Hill-Tower"

Music in the very rocks - Coningsby Dawson "In Bedlam"

Made and bastioned with grace - Coningsby Dawson "In Bedlam"

Kissed me with the breath of hate - Coningsby Dawson "Love at Last"

Her angry scarlet in my hair - Coningsby Dawson "Love at Last"

Across the vain and vacant void - Coningsby Dawson "Masterless"

Of melancholy and of old delight - Coningsby Dawson "The Mirror of Thought"

Chanting strains of ancient chivalry - Coningsby Dawson "The Mirror of Thought"

Set the blue-bells ringing - Coningsby Dawson "The Once Sung Song"

Flared in strident flame - Coningsby Dawson "The Once Sung Song"

Crimsoned by the Road of Fame - Coningsby Dawson "The Once Sung Song"

Left Death's gate ajar - Coningsby Dawson "Out of the Blackness"

I who wept yesterday - Coningsby Dawson "Remembering in Heaven"

The muffled skirmish of the rain - Coningsby Dawson "Remembering in Heaven"

The wide doors of an abandoned place - Coningsby Dawson "Remembering in Heaven"

The perishable chalice of your grace - Coningsby Dawson "Remembering in Heaven"

Cheered by a rising star - Coningsby Dawson "Thalatta! Thalatta!"

The jangle of the cap and bell - Coningsby Dawson "To England's Greatest Satirist"

Stark hours of panther-footed dark - Coningsby Dawson "Unanswerable Questions"

Soon I shall wear scarlet - Coningsby Dawson "Vanished Love"

Forgot the scarlet for tears - Coningsby Dawson "Vanished Love"

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As heavenly seed are sown - Sir William Davenant "The Christian's Reply to the Philosopher"

At the saints' first spring - Sir William Davenant "The Christian's Reply to the Philosopher"

The angels to their harvest come - Sir William Davenant "The Christian's Reply to the Philosopher"

Seeing nature's covered mysteries - Sir William Davenant "The Christian's Reply to the Philosopher"

In a conquered monarch's tent - Sir William Davenant "The Dream"

No cypress nor no mourning yew - Sir William Davenant "The Dream"

Their withered garlands strew - Sir William Davenant "The Dream"

In sleep's soft fetters bound - Sir William Davenant "The Dream"

Worth the world's envying - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

Consume themselves with thinking - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

Who friendship seal in wine - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

In smoke of battle lost - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

All light to darkness turning - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

And nature's self wear mourning - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

By destiny's right placing - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

Whose roots are still embracing - Sir William Davenant "The Dying Lover"

He takes your window for the East - Sir William Davenant "The Lark Now Leaves His Watery Nest"

Break through your veils of lawn - Sir William Davenant "The Lark Now Leaves His Watery Nest"

Expense of grief gains no remorse - Sir William Davenant "The Soldier Going to the Field"

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And strike a sacred horror from the pit - John Dryden "Prologue: To the University of Oxford. Spoken by Mr. Hart, at the Acting of 'The Silent Woman'"

Chooses Athens in his riper age - John Dryden "Prologue: To the University of Oxford"

Our souls were near allied - John Dryden "To the Memory of Mr. Oldham"

The harsh cadence of a rugged line - John Dryden "To the Memory of Mr. Oldham"

By too much force betrayed - John Dryden "To the Memory of Mr. Oldham"

Rich with Immortal Green above - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

Adopted to some Neighbouring Star - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

No Dross to purge - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

The Milder Planets did combine - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

Might our boaster Stores defy - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

The Spacious Empire of the Nine - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

Nymphs of brightest Form appear - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

A Ball of Fire the further thrown - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

As equal were their Souls - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

So equal was their Fate - J. Dryden "To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie, and Painting"

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Red sunbeam athwart the withered leaf - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Laughing back the startled shadows - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Melts the red light of the sun - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The bergamot's red blossom leans the stilly stream across - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

How noteless creep the hours - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Half reluctance that sinks gradually to rest - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Voices of the lost and gone - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Whose hopes and young ambitions fell and faded - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Earnest language breaks upon my dreaming ear - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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Lance and drain this ravened sky - Rebecca Dunham "Atavism at Twilight"

Land unscrubbed to rust - Rebecca Dunham "Atavism at Twilight"

These scales cannot be balanced - Rebecca Dunham "Black Horizon"

My body veined in soot - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy for the Eleven: 1. Sheila Clark, Over Tea"

Cannot be divorced from ethos - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy for the Eleven: 3. Panel: The Poetry of Disaster"

Shake off this planet's weight - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy for the Eleven: 4. The Mud Room"

Startle my garden pink and gold - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy for the Eleven: 4. The Mud Room"

Black-blooded as the oil plumes - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy, Sung in Dirt"

Burst rose of sharded light - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy, Wind-Whipped: 4. Catechism"

The blessed who walk among our ruin - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy, Wind-Whipped: 4. Catechism"

And grief re-greens the sky - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy, Wind-Whipped: 5. Broken"

What it means to survive decay - Rebecca Dunham "Elegy, Wind-Whipped: 6. Mucormycosis"

A voice written in light - Rebecca Dunham "Field Note, 2011"

Not a glyph hollowed out - Rebecca Dunham "Field Note, 2011"

That ocher sun's crumble upon the tongue - Rebecca Dunham "In Which She Opens the Box"

Diademed by earth's velvet mantle - Rebecca Dunham "Mnemosyne to the Poet"

Wheel like a maelstrom up and down - Rebecca Dunham "Mnemosyne to the Poet"

Through waves of old, blown glass - Rebecca Dunham "Mnemosyne to the Poet"

Rises out of abyssal black - Rebecca Dunham "There Lies the Hydra: 1. Heracles and the Hydra"

This house that feeds on death - Rebecca Dunham "There Lies the Hydra: 1. Heracles and the Hydra"

Glitter fierce in loose veils of oil - Rebecca Dunham "There Lies the Hydra: 2. Corexit 9527A"

Uncoil reptilian in the night - Rebecca Dunham "To Walk on Air"

A sea stirred to wildfire - Rebecca Dunham "To Walk on Air"

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Give us a crumb from that loaf - Dom "Crumb, Iceberg and Glimmer"

Grant us a splinter of frost - Dom "Crumb, Iceberg and Glimmer"

Come strike and feed first spark - Dom "Number Cruncher: Be the Spark"

Chaos plays Jack-in-the-Box - Dom "Number Cruncher: Here's a Crowd"

Father Time oils his clocks - Dom "Number Cruncher: Here's a Crowd"

Courage makes his own chair - Dom "Number Cruncher: Here's a Crowd"

An earthly life's junctures and maze - Dom "Number Cruncher: Life and Rhetoric I"

Left us splinters we took as choice - Dom "Number Cruncher: Scaling the Ladder"

Sweet if the heart so dares - Dom "Risking for a Sign"

The rewards are from the chase - Dom "Risking for a Sign"

Reach for it but never in haste - Dom "Risking for a Sign"

Grasp for handles in a maze - Dom "Risking for a Sign"

A steeple chase marked by clocks - Dom "Seaside Sunrise: Happiness when it Comes"

Letting go without drowning - Dom "Seaside Sunrise: Happiness when it Comes"

sparks and thoughts they do combine - Dom "Seaside Sunrise: Poet at Play"

a pause then to Parnassus reach - Dom "Seaside Sunrise: Poet at Play"

Language is a double edged gift - Dom "A WORD ON WORDS-revised 2002"

Retires to rest with history - Dom "Year's End"

Expires to lodge in memory - Dom "Year's End"

A new course woven and spun - Dom "Year's End"

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When the sun has slit its wrists into the undarkened sky - Woody Dismukes "The Color of the Mule"

Have cried openly at the newborn color - Woody Dismukes "The Color of the Mule"

Torn from stubbornly disobedient scores of prisms - Woody Dismukes "The Color of the Mule"

What song is there to sing me home? - Woody Dismukes "The Color of the Mule"

I look to the stars to bring me answers - Woody Dismukes "The Color of the Mule"

A bullet not even lamplight could catch - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Courting flames as they dance - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Know the cost of singed palm and empty fist - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Would sing you the songs of our memory - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

As they serenade the ghosts of our adversaries - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Listen to the sweet tones of glory - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Down through all the saints' isles - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

If you cannot capture their hearts in death - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

As much credit as lead can buy - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

A band of debtors who refused to pay - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

With each daily repetition of this grotesque performance - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

So that the legend of your defiance can ring true - Woody Dismukes "A Conversation Between the Embalmed Heads of Lampião and Maria Bonita on Public Display at the Baiano State Forensic Institute, Circa Mid-20th Century"

Poet's bio at Strange Horizons.

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Caligula and Nero knew a godliness akin to mine - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"

And what can dead gods do? - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"

I have decreed them all taboo - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"

My words will be your only wine - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"

Until the dreams of millionaires are clothing for the poor - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

Endlessly lifted to the perplexity of your smile - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

Slow cows wandering home to their sunset - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

A pattern scratched upon a pretty stone - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

Half engineering, half a work of art - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

The simple motions of the lungs and heart - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

Becomes confetti circling in a paperweight - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

The motive antecedent to the act - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

Draperies for archaeologists to number - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

You are the cloud I never name - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

The language that I cannot learn - Thomas M. Disch "The Clouds"

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From the remote borders of the land of oblivion - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

I am the singer of the broken sanctuaries - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

A winter twilight in love's garden - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

Eyes fixed in an unknown direction - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

Where dead loves are forgotten - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

You are not to blame for my sorrow - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams

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The naked sea-marsh binds her home - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

The gray gull flaps the written stones - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

The ox-birds chase the tide - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

Near that narrow field of bones - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

Grass between dim lonely dunes of sand - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

The swallow's eggs are laid along the belfry walls - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

The tempest does not reach her shade - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

The thrilling flute that marks the curlew flock - Lord de Tabley "The Churchyard on the Sands"

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There are always buzzards in the sky - Salomon de la Selva "Tropical Town"

Nothing ever breaks the ancient spell - Salomon de la Selva "Tropical Town"

And when I tire of hoping - Salomon de la Selva "Tropical Town"

Beyond that length of lazy street - Salomon de la Selva "Tropical Town"

What can you buy for a penny there? - Salomón de la Selva "A Song for Wall Street"

From the brittle little throat of a clay bird - Salomón de la Selva "A Song for Wall Street"

A rosary of coral beads and a priest's prayer - Salomón de la Selva "A Song for Wall Street"

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The dutiful belonging of atoms - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

How we relate the world through our skin - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

Brushed by a plum tree's wicked thorns - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

Praying through the meanwhiles - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

Remind us of our asymmetries - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

The way his face yields to the light - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

The way moments like this explode - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

Alive and cooled with a song that slides away - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

The blood red amanitas pushed out of the earth - Oliver de la Paz "Autism Screening Questionnaire: Social Interaction Difficulties"

Habitats don't bend to our aftermaths - Oliver de la Paz "Chain Migration II: On Negations and Substitutions"

The gamble of the recipe is salt and sweat - Oliver de la Paz "Chain Migration II: On Negations and Substitutions"

And stare long into the TV's ether - Oliver de la Paz "Chain Migration II: On Negations and Substitutions"

Walking through a forest filled with alabaster heads - Oliver de la Paz "Dear Empire [these are your temples]"

Mislaid all the best of you into us - Oliver de la Paz "Diaspora Sonnet Imagining My Father's Uncertainty and Nothing Else"

See all our old stitching come undone - Oliver de la Paz "Diaspora Sonnet Imagining My Father's Uncertainty and Nothing Else"

Flooded with unremembered names - Oliver de la Paz "Diaspora Sonnet 25"

Suture the silence behind them - Oliver de la Paz "Diaspora Sonnet 25"

Split time between metal and Tejano - Oliver de la Paz "In Defense of Small Towns"

Gave everyone a chance at forgiveness - Oliver de la Paz "In Defense of Small Towns"

Each word of a neighbor's argument - Oliver de la Paz "In Defense of Small Towns"

And hold the book of wildflowers open - Oliver de la Paz "In Defense of Small Towns"

Fly weightless as though nothing mattered - Oliver de la Paz "In Defense of Small Towns"

The way a border on a map twists into thorns - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

We were footnotes on a charred parchment - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

Lost at the precipice of a war - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

Shifting on the hour in spliced histories - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

Because the country was ruled by swords - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

To flee because home wouldn't let us stay - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

Family lines drawn and redrawn into travelogues and diaries - Oliver de la Paz "Pantoum Beginning and Ending with Thorns"

The accident of understanding what it means to be X - Oliver de la Paz "Solve for X"

Put our ears to the earth to hear the rumblings - Oliver de la Paz "When Benny Agbayani Became a Met"

Watching the strike zone get smaller and smaller - Oliver de la Paz "When Benny Agbayani Became a Met"

Living rage beyond the break of the horizon - Oliver de la Paz "You Must Lift Your Son's Languid Body"

Because the future drives on new tires - Oliver de la Paz "You Must Lift Your Son's Languid Body"

The plateau piles everything you love back into dust - Oliver de la Paz "You Must Lift Your Son's Languid Body"

Drive our pick through the mineral of our apprehensions - Oliver de la Paz "You Must Lift Your Son's Languid Body"

Without stopping our breath of song - Oliver de la Paz "You Must Lift Your Son's Languid Body"

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Raging Fortune watches to ensnare - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

With which she paints the road to favour - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

The vain gifts and joys which she displays - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Our high destiny should hold in scorn - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

In reason's balance her best offers weigh - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Burning in the track of fame - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Wear themselves ruthless for a sounding name - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Buy it with blood, and fire, and ruin wide - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Some turn of Fortune's wheel destroy his power - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Power in deep oblivion overthrown - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

All to stand upon the turning of a die - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Passion's fire alone that draws him - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

If to Bacchus and to Ceres given - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

If Envy's hurricane o'erwhelm them - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Burns impure incense on her altar's flame - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Where error's glittering phantoms lead the way - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

In the chimaeras sought with so much zeal - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "Epistle to Cean Bermudez, on the Vain Desires and Studie of Men" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

A thousand nights of torment borne - Gaspar Melchor de Jovellanos "To Galatea's Bird" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

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This voice of mine in wondrous wise - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Drowning with words sublime the dreaded thunder - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

The inner flame which lights the mind - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Lend its virtue to my feeble sight - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Eager eyes I might undazzled raise - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

And on what rapture fed - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Rising triumphant in the azure sky - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

One more day Eternity devours - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Swallowed by the gulf no plummet measures - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Alone from divine wrath exempt - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

The Earth upon her diamond axle swayed - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Then sweep along in their fierce chase - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

Eternal witness of the march of time - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

When the dreaded day draws nigh - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

In thousand fragments shattered, wrecked and torn - José de Espronceda "Hymn to the Sun" transl. by Ida Farnell

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Always on the road of docile laurels borne - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Where fortune's angry frowns are rife - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

From haunts of deep obscurity, the fellest Fury rise - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Throne of mists, whose fields no sun behold - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Which Flora with false smile has clad - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Greedy the poison gold to seize - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

And by their horrid arts increased - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

As by conflicting winds close driven - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Four elements with man proclaim the unequal war - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

To Mars that in fit incense woke - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Midst crashing masts and raging flood - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

With the brand of sulphurous powder - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

And untold volcanoes burning raged - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

And dim in quicksands seems to fly - Juan Bautista de Arriaza "Tempest and War, or the Battle of Trafalgar. Ode" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

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Where dwells the essences of unborn thought - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Massy walls of unhewn agate towered - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Girt by a colonnade of crysolite - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

The portico hung o'er a flight of alabaster - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Gems among the gold and silver leaves - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Opulent boughs that dropped with nectarines - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Whose measureless horizon knew no bounds - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Shows the power of luminous Truth to kill - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

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Remembering the past in this dark house - Edward L. Davison "In This Dark House"

A clock's chime in the long waste of night - Edward L. Davison "In This Dark House"

That night shall mutter her lost name - Edward L. Davison "In This Dark House"

The scratching of a mouse may echo down my mind - Edward L. Davison "In This Dark House"

In each long interim of halting time awake - Edward L. Davison "In This Dark House"

The fearful dreams be dead - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"

Let memory in vain conspire - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"

Lost in the full hush of sleep - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"

In darkness buried deep for ever be my ghost - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"

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I was a massacre for the dark - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

Before these hands were my hands - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

Whose slick fingers cheated cards and pockets - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

That sly angel whose halo is a noose in disguise - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

Some chosen detritus boiling in a poor man's pot - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

To fill the empty stretch of hours between alms - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

Who confuses private and public prayers - Maggie Damken "Before I Opened My Eyes"

Fervent with the banished wonders of undiscovered hells - Maggie Damken "Undiscovered Hells"

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Burn green shoots with withered scorn - Russell W. Davenport "Five Sonnets I"

Makes bitter poison into sweet - Russell W. Davenport "Five Sonnets I"

Make a parody of paradise - Russell W. Davenport "Five Sonnets III"

Quench with fire the living coal - Russell W. Davenport "Five Sonnets IV"

Permit myself the luxury of wings - Russell W. Davenport "Five Sonnets V"

The shattered wreck of my devotion - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

If for yesterday we substitute to-morrow - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

Immortal with the very heart of me - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

And build philosophy upon old schools - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

With our uncomprehended toys - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

Grasp at stars in their uncertain way - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

Tear life from Time's calendars - Russell W. Davenport "Poem"

Younger than the dawn - Russell W. Davenport "Poems I"

Where ancient suns have gone - Russell W. Davenport "Poems I"

Not yet desirous of relief - Russell W. Davenport "Poems I"

Something infinite about an ash - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"

Across the spent fires of the night - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"

The moon would still express - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"

In shadows not yet bodiless - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"

Add one burden to distress - Russell W. Davenport "Poems IV"

From the white arches of infinity - Russell W. Davenport "Poems IV"

Your unwritten page so full of thought - Russell W. Davenport "Poems V"

Bring a chaos of conjecture - Russell W. Davenport "Poems V"

Gathering its forces like mad winds - Russell W. Davenport "Poems V"

The noisy thunders of my heart suppress - Russell W. Davenport "Poems V"

The frail, pale music of my memory - Russell W. Davenport "Poems V"

Communions with the scattered ghosts - Russell W. Davenport "Poems VI"

Shorn of leaves by Fate - Russell W. Davenport "Poems VI"

Among the figures of the storm - Russell W. Davenport "Poems VII"

Leonardo's paints on canvas live - Russell W. Davenport "Poems IX"

Can follow Leonardo's rapid brush - Russell W. Davenport "Poems IX"

Swept Dante out of time - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XI"

And leave all cold the radiance - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XI"

Nor yielded with your eyes - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XII"

An outcast on some barren spot - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XII"

Bitter with remembrance of the spring - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XII"

The food my heart demands - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XIII"

Suspended above all eternity - Russell W. Davenport "Poems XV"

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In a frenzy of false confessions - Krystyna Dąbrowska "Confession" transl. by Karen Kovacik

Chewing bitter rowanberries - Krystyna Dąbrowska "Confession" transl. by Karen Kovacik

Foreheads touching the wall's stone - Krystyna Dąbrowska "White Chairs" transl. by Karen Kovacik

And showers her son with candies - Krystyna Dąbrowska "White Chairs" transl. by Karen Kovacik

Which vanish to make room - Krystyna Dąbrowska "White Chairs" transl. by Karen Kovacik

A circle dance on the Sabbath - Krystyna Dąbrowska "White Chairs" transl. by Karen Kovacik

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Love's pinnace overfraught - John Donne "Air and Angels"

Face and wings of air - John Donne "Air and Angels"

Upon earth we're kings - John Donne "The Anniversary"

Where none can do treason to us - John Donne "The Anniversary"

Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat - John Donne "Apparition"

The round earth's imagined corners - John Donne "At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7)"

Numberless infinities of souls - John Donne "At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7)"

And never taste death's woe - John Donne "At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7)"

Untie or break that knot again - John Donne "Batter my heart, three person'd God (Holy Sonnet 14)"

Which dead in great fishes' jaws - John Donne "The Calm"

No more refreshing than our brimstone bath - John Donne "The Calm"

Where my soul dwells - John Donne "Elegy V: His Picture"

When we are shadows - John Donne "Elegy V: His Picture"

My worth decay - John Donne "Elegy V: His Picture"

This last lamenting kiss - John Donne "The Expiration"

In the Seven Sleepers' den - John Donne "The Good-Morrow"

All love of other sights controls - John Donne "The Good-Morrow"

Makes one little room an everywhere - John Donne "The Good-Morrow"

Two better hemispheres without sharp north - John Donne "The Good-Morrow"

Though their currents yield return to none - John Donne "Hymn to God, my God, in my Sickness"

Betrayed to endless night - John Donne "I Am a Little World Made Cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)"

Entreat one other tear to fall - John Donne "Lovers' Infiniteness"

Sighs, tears, and oaths - John Donne "Lovers' Infiniteness"

In times of action get new taxes - John Donne "Love's Growth"

And remit them not in peace - John Donne "Love's Growth"

No winter shall abate the spring's increase - John Donne "Love's Growth"

As due by many titles - John Donne "Sonnet"

The prodigal elements supply - John Donne "Sonnet XII: Why are we by all creatures waited on?"

Call country ants to harvest offices - John Donne "The Sun Rising"

Which are rags of time - John Donne "The Sun Rising"

Eclipse and cloud them with a wink - John Donne "The Sun Rising"

Firmness makes my circle just - John Donne "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"

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That not even sunlight crossed over - Stephen Dobyns "Thelonius Monk"

The conviction of innumerable directions - Stephen Dobyns "Thelonius Monk"

The sky will soon collapse - Stephen Dobyns "Thelonius Monk"

Must keep dancing till it cracks - Stephen Dobyns "Thelonius Monk"

The notes themselves were sneak attacks - Stephen Dobyns "Thelonius Monk"

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Because the valley was full of mirrors - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Mirrors holding themselves toward the light - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The controlled burning of that day - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Light turned into a sleeve of blades - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The unkempt gardenias eating the windows - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Our devotion a ghost - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The distance between dendity & beauty - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

My sins braided into my glory - Tyree Daye "Cornrows"

A dust devil gathering wind - Tyree Daye "The Death of Jimmy as the Dog He Always Was"

Making a maple tree's shadow jealous - Tyree Daye "Dirt Cakes"

Never heard the soil speak - Tyree Daye "Do-si-do"

The sky in the middle of a conversation - Tyree Daye "Don't Say Love Just Signal"

No one had to tell the devil - Tyree Daye "Don't Say Love Just Signal"

Filled me with pine needles & pecan halves - Tyree Daye "Dream Book"

I promise to gather your bones - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

The darkness between two buildings - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

To gather your bones - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

An earth we knew the name of - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

Spirits entering a boardinghouse - Tyree Daye "Friday Night on the Hill"

Surrendering to a piece of plywood - Tyree Daye "Friday Night on the Hill"

Two-million-year-old currents - Tyree Daye "Gin River"

Silt around our ankles - Tyree Daye "Gin River"

Angels disguised as hurricanes - Tyree Daye "Jimmy Always Was"

mind filled with a light returning - Tyree Daye "The Lord's Corner"

Turned into a bluebird last summer - Tyree Daye "Miss Mary Mack Introduces Her Wings"

In those tobacco killing fields - Tyree Daye "Ms. Shirley Writes Us a Letter from the Other Side"

Lift enough smoke to reach you - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

The land murmurs in our hands - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

Learn the language of rain - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

Owls buried against the black roofs - Tyree Daye "There's a Whole Lot of Love round Here"

A pocketbook full of bone readers - Tyree Daye "There's a Whole Lot of Love round Here"

Lost in the survival of pine and ash - Tyree Daye "To: All Poets From: Northeastern North Carolina"

Made a star he couldn't follow - Tyree Daye "To: All Poets From: Northeastern North Carolina"

Rocks used to hold an angel down - Tyree Daye "The Tomato Women's Meetings: The Washing of Hands"

Snakes the color of wood ash or fresh dark - Tyree Daye "Town Day on the Hill"

Cousins with the blue earth - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

Her speaking full of ravens' calls - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

Her hurt was spindle to her love - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

The valley full of the best bones - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

A drought expected to happen - Tyree Daye "Uncle Gig's Return"

On a bus looking for your grave - Tyree Daye "Uncle Gig's Return"

A long corridor of water in the morning - Tyree Daye "Uncle Pac's Blues"

A lifetime of stories around them - Tyree Daye "untitled town poem: Confession"

Make magic under midnight moons - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"

The only fruit the dead can eat - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"

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Full of drag queens & revolutionaries - Diane di Prima "City Lights 1961"

Voices from all quarters of the globe - Diane di Prima "City Lights 1961"

Realized that the stakes are myself - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #1"

I have no other ransom money - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #1"

Nothing to break or barter - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #1"

Stepping always (we hope) between the lines - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #1"

As the stars breathe destiny down on us - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #2"

Until the day no help arrives - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #3"

Learn to keep warm with breathing - Diane di Prima "Revolutionary Letter #3"

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Dreamed in heaven and on the whispering sea - Edward Dowden "Aboard the 'Sea-Swallow'"

Wild with a measureless desire - Edward Dowden "Aboard the 'Sea-Swallow'"

And sad with all farewells - Edward Dowden "Aboard the 'Sea-Swallow'"

Disown our mysteries of kin - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

Old parents of the Sphinx - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

The shrill short crying of the sea-lark - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

In the waver and echo of your caves - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

Which turns a sudden venomous asp - Edward Dowden "Among the Rocks"

The passion of my heart compressed - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

Heavy with the woe of all the world - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

Render freedom to things bound - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

Careless grace in flying poise - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

The eyes of anguish-stricken Cassiopeia - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

The careless grace my Perseus wears - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

Anarchy of self-abandoned will - Edward Dowden "Andromeda"

Intone their ancient litany - Edward Dowden "At Mullion (Cornwall)"

The fierce noon fervour to allay - Edward Dowden "At the Oar"

To Artemis my Queen - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Reached arms to pluck the moon - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Had sprung complete from darkness - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

A clear cry at daybreak - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Around a goblet of great waters - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Of twenty rivulets gathered in the hills - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

The echoing rocks have heard - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Through perturbing touch of doubt - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Remains for dreams to weave - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

Yielding to the eye which searches - Edward Dowden "Atalanta"

The sides of the bewildered hills - Edward Dowden "An Autumn Song"

A tangle of drenched grass - Edward Dowden "An Autumn Song"

All April's quick desire - Edward Dowden "An Autumn Song"

All June's possession - Edward Dowden "An Autumn Song"

Over the utmost verge - Edward Dowden "Brother Death"

And words of delicate breath - Edward Dowden "Brother Death"

Ways of cloud and terror - Edward Dowden "Brother Death"

Where the whole shadow lies deep - Edward Dowden "Brother Death"

Skies of snow and bitter air - Edward Dowden "Burdens"

Silence filling like a cup - Edward Dowden "Burdens"

Breathed low mystery of song - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Three of one fellowship - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Mindful of Earth's ancient woe - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

The mute sky resigns itself to Night - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Acquiescing in the change - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Sad pleasure in the moon's control - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

The birth of dreadful light - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Star-enchanted hollows of the night - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

What garbs of new opinion - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

Heard the sea-gulls scream for glee - Edward Dowden "By the Sea"

From sun far-set or moon unrisen - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

Infidels of our own high mysteries - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

Until the imprisoned soul forgets - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

A summons faint yet absolute - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

Half so heavy as a cobweb's weight - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

Paint the small wing of a moth - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

The throng of dusty cares - Edward Dowden "By the Window"

The ancient wail heard by dead Gods - Edward Dowden "A Child's Noonday Sleep"

Through the whirl of atoms and of force - Edward Dowden "A Child's Noonday Sleep"

And the rival thrushes sing - Edward Dowden "Compensation"

Calm'd by the wizard Seven - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"

With a blade of ragged edge - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"

Embalmed hearts of summers dead - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"

Melts from the mid spheres of heaven - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"

Driven up the moon's path - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"

So deaf to the Eternal Silences - Edward Dowden "David and Michal"

And firm feet making conquest - Edward Dowden "A Day of Defection"

The thunder-stone flung forth - Edward Dowden "A Day of Defection"

Diviner of my buried life - Edward Dowden "The Divining Rod"

Stirrings and murmurings of the underground - Edward Dowden "The Divining Rod"

The flash and outbreak of my fate - Edward Dowden "The Divining Rod"

Whose sight is sunshine to my soul - Edward Dowden "A Dream"

The arching wave's suspended malachite - Edward Dowden "Deus Absconditus"

Brought a brimming bowl of nectar - Edward Dowden "The Drops of Nectar, 1789"

To the underworld from heaven - Edward Dowden "The Drops of Nectar, 1789"

Fearing Jupiter should see her - Edward Dowden "The Drops of Nectar, 1789"

This lost flaring star - Edward Dowden "Durer's 'Melencholia'"

Nor ebbing Time vexes Eternity - Edward Dowden "Durer's 'Melencholia'"

Beauty fine-spun, amber-clear - Edward Dowden "Edgar Allan Poe"

With the serried logic of a dream - Edward Dowden "Edgar Allan Poe"

Clear harmonies through the infinite - Edward Dowden "Emerson"

Eyes resolved on present victory - Edward Dowden "Europa"

Wreaths they twisted round his horns - Edward Dowden "Europa"

To veil command in tender invitation - Edward Dowden "Europa"

Beyond all chance secure - Edward Dowden "Europa"

This waste of vain desire - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

The blank and silence of the senses - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

The sob of the forgetful river - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

From which the soul swerves never - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

His heart upon the gale of song - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

The naked trial of the will - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

In jealous service to his art - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Told their secrets to the trees - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Control the will of snake - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Brooding panther fiery-eyed - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

The shallow sound of cymbal-stroke - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Bickering counsel of contending kings - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

When the soul stood vindicated - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Laying sudden hands on immortality - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Some far faint-gleaming hour of Hell - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

Sense of conquest stern and high - Edward Dowden "Eurydice"

A hoard of never-given gifts - Edward Dowden "First Love"

Your gift of dews and light - Edward Dowden "Flowers from the South of France"

A silver spray of ecstasy - Edward Dowden "Flowers from the South of France"

Murmur dim melodious secrets - Edward Dowden "The Fountain"

While careless fate allows - Edward Dowden "The Fountain"

Darkling beneath still olive boughs - Edward Dowden "The Fountain"

Buried blooms surprise the plunderer bee - Edward Dowden "From April to October: II. Two Infinities"

Silence and wise mystery - Edward Dowden "From April to October: III. The Dawn"

Sister-words of blame - Edward Dowden "From April to October: III. The Dawn"

That sweet strain of hours - Edward Dowden "From April to October: III. The Dawn"

The incessant rain of melody - Edward Dowden "From April to October: IV. The Skylark"

In cool and shadowy limit - Edward Dowden "From April to October: IV. The Skylark"

Living shade from beechen branches - Edward Dowden "From April to October: V. The Mill-Race"

Sad eyes bright with strange tears - Edward Dowden "From April to October: VI. In the Wood"

On dimmest wing in Twilight's train - Edward Dowden "From April to October: VII. The Pause of Evening"

The imperfect impulse of a song - Edward Dowden "From April to October: VIII. In July"

Too deep in joy's excess - Edward Dowden "From April to October: VIII. In July"

No noonday trance in midsummer - Edward Dowden "From April to October: X. In the Window"

My musing heart suddenly kindled - Edward Dowden "The Gift"

Soft captivity of circling arms - Edward Dowden "Helena"

The century's fiery-hearted bloom - Edward Dowden "Helena"

The mother of the stars and winds - Edward Dowden "Helena"

And the grey dust of a heart - Edward Dowden "Helena"

Through mere inertia trembling - Edward Dowden "If it Might Be"

The dark musician's fiercer harmony - Edward Dowden "If it Might Be"

The light of strange discovered skies - Edward Dowden "If it Might Be"

Lovelier assassin none could choose - Edward Dowden "Imitated from J. Soulary's 'Le Fossoyeur'"

Grave Night is no betrayer - Edward Dowden "In the Cathedral"

Five downy fledglings in a row - Edward Dowden "In the Cathedral Close"

Unallied to bitter things or barren - Edward Dowden "In the Galleries: II. The Venus of Melos"

Psyche slumbering in deep grass - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

A calm retreat of tempered light - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

Proud of plume and paint - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

A fierce macaw on the verandah - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

Deeper than coiled waters laid - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

Too soon the irrevocable word - Edward Dowden "In the Garden"

To lull a fretted heart to sleep - Edward Dowden "In the Mountains"

Cup-bearer at feasts of God - Edward Dowden "In the Mountains"

One bird sang the song I chose - Edward Dowden "In the Mountains"

And the endurance of the sky - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Whose pulses play with fullest life-blood - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Climb to Joy's high limit - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Hell confuses Heaven, and night, the day - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Ancient sunsets and lost hours - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Counterfeiting shadows and vain dreams - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Walk with naked souls in Paradise - Edward Dowden "The Inner Life"

Under the flaming wings of cherubim - Edward Dowden "The Initiation"

Haunted by the feet of thoughts - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Dreams glide by on noiseless plumes - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Beyond the fountains of the dawn - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

My heart was as a cinder - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Filled the heaven like brass - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

An atom of pure and living will - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

The echo from an iron cliff - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Emperor of this red domain - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Two jewels of green fire - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

Coiling his solitary strength along - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"

In the heart's blind waste - Edward Dowden "Life's Gain"

In heaven an oath memorial - Edward Dowden "Life's Gain"

The circlet of your praise - Edward Dowden "Love-Tokens"

The approving angels know - Edward Dowden "Love-Tokens"

For roses my full store - Edward Dowden "Love-Tokens"

Your wrathful eyes afar - Edward Dowden "Love-Tokens"

Songs the world will hear - Edward Dowden "The Mage"

As befits a mage so skilled - Edward Dowden "The Mage"

Rare wisardry in characters vermilion - Edward Dowden "The Mage"

Wild blasts of tyrannous harmony - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel II. In a Mountain Pass"

What deep heart of the ancient hills - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel II. In a Mountain Pass"

Vanward squadrons of the joyous storm - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel II. In a Mountain Pass"

Oblivion took the heart and eye - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel III: The Castle"

Descent in shattering crystal - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel IV: Άισθητιχή φαντασία"

And change these pulsing visions - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel IV: Άισθητιχή φαντασία"

Fierce winter's chronicle - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel V: On the Sea-Cliff"

Centuries of dead summers - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel V: On the Sea-Cliff"

Unvanquished Venus of the northern sea - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel V: On the Sea-Cliff"

Hopes grown most sweet - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VI: Ascetic Nature"

A bride's face of flowers - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VI: Ascetic Nature"

For gracious heavenly dowers - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VI: Ascetic Nature"

That gravely murmurs meek desires - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VI: Ascetic Nature"

Relic of the dear, dead yesterday - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VII: Relics"

The chill breathing of the waterfall - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VII: Relics"

That red flower of memory - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VIII: On the Pier of Boulogne"

Received a golden alms from you - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VIII: On the Pier of Boulogne"

A murmurous song along the corn - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel IX: Dover"

Melancholy winds of autumn rise - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel IX: Dover"

With the soul's high invention - Edward Dowden "Michelangelesque"

For the mart or for the temple - Edward Dowden "Michelangelesque"

Through all the hours that laugh - Edward Dowden "Millet's 'The Sower'"

Sure of the miracle - Edward Dowden "Millet's 'The Sower'"

A confederacy of mightiest Powers - Edward Dowden "Millet's 'The Sower'"

Old laws of heaven and earth - Edward Dowden "Millet's 'The Sower'"

Betwixt the gates of steepest heaven - Edward Dowden "The Morning Star"

To vindicate night's ancient fame - Edward Dowden "The Morning Star"

From altars of the universe - Edward Dowden "The Morning Star"

The harps whereon the Angels play - Edward Dowden "Musicians"

The pain of restless music yearning - Edward Dowden "Musicians"

The rain of heavenly laughters - Edward Dowden "Musicians"

The fiat summoning day - Edward Dowden "Musicians"

The faultless flower of light - Edward Dowden "Musicians"

All my lips' empty crying - Edward Dowden "New Hymns for Solitude"

Cannot now take hold on joy - Edward Dowden "New Hymns for Solitude"

Pronounce the dread condemning word - Edward Dowden "New Hymns for Solitude"

Until Time's pulse is stayed - Edward Dowden "Nocturne"

All earth's riot fades - Edward Dowden "Nocturne"

Curve fragrant wings of quiet - Edward Dowden "Nocturne"

Roll back the Spirit's portals - Edward Dowden "Nocturne"

Courting oblivion of the heart - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Lay prone on the perilous edge - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

The bland persuasion of some breeze - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

A pale dream of Nature mocking man - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Frauds of the unfilled heart - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Robes of angels touch these heights - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Calm summer from a hundred fields - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Demands her atom of intense melody - Edward Dowden "On the Heights"

Tired of thornless roses - Edward Dowden "Paradise Lost and Found"

Prove scarce unmingled blessings - Edward Dowden "Paradise Lost and Found"

With robe and girdle laid aside - Edward Dowden "Poesia"

Her eyes must meet our passion - Edward Dowden "Poesia"

Liberal to each breeze that blows - Edward Dowden "Poesia"

Elude all mortal touch - Edward Dowden "Poesia"

Love's radiant avatar - Edward Dowden "Poesia"

Who paces round the brink - Edward Dowden "The Pool"

Powers of the deep below - Edward Dowden "Prologue to Maurice Gerothwohl's Version of Vigny's 'Chatterton'"

Quickener of earth's joy - Edward Dowden "Prologue to Maurice Gerothwohl's Version of Vigny's 'Chatterton'"

Compact of spirit and fire and dew - Edward Dowden "Prologue to Maurice Gerothwohl's Version of Vigny's 'Chatterton'"

And higher the keen stars - Edward Dowden "Prometheus Unbound"

On the good tide of the world - Edward Dowden "Recovery"

Shall mark the cowslip tossed - Edward Dowden "Recovery"

And hear the enraptured lark - Edward Dowden "Recovery"

Instant within my shrine - Edward Dowden "Recovery"

Feed on a living sorrow's sacredness - Edward Dowden "Recovery"

High ritual and a holy day - Edward Dowden "Ritualism"

Muses in hushed heart-vacancy - Edward Dowden "Ritualism"

Fair sword of doom - Edward Dowden "Salome"

When the live flood foams - Edward Dowden "Salome"

Blossom and bud between - Edward Dowden "Salome"

A lullaby the Sea went singing - Edward Dowden "Sea Voices"

Hope to sting the heart - Edward Dowden "Sea Voices"

Tenderer than the glaring day - Edward Dowden "Sea Voices"

A reared and hissing crest - Edward Dowden "Sea Voices"

Swallowed up in Intuition - Edward Dowden "The Secret of the Universe: an Ode"

And gaining the universal synthesis - Edward Dowden "The Secret of the Universe: an Ode"

The centre of the world's great wheel - Edward Dowden "The Secret of the Universe: an Ode"

Through gleam and gloom - Edward Dowden "Sent to an American Shakespeare Society"

The leonine billows ramp and roll - Edward Dowden "Sent to an American Shakespeare Society"

The sun of Shakespeare's soul - Edward Dowden "Sent to an American Shakespeare Society"

When the swift stars pale - Edward Dowden "A Song"

The light which bites and blights - Edward Dowden "Song and Silence"

And swift winds bore my songs away - Edward Dowden "Song and Silence"

And hears the cuckoo shout - Edward Dowden "Song and Silence"

The tender Sorrows of the twilight - Edward Dowden "A Song of the New Day"

Cry for the pathless spaces - Edward Dowden "A Song of the New Day"

My cities rose in every land - Edward Dowden "Speakers to God"

The brave pure winds commingling - Edward Dowden "Speakers to God"

No eyes of seraphim gaze in - Edward Dowden "Speakers to God"

A trackless land divides us - Edward Dowden "Speakers to God"

Approach the bridegroom's door with song - Edward Dowden "Speakers to God"

Loveliest gains and fair surrenders - Edward Dowden "Sunsets"

Through lucid fields of air - Edward Dowden "Sunsets"

In your wings the central winds of heaven - Edward Dowden "Sunsets"

In my eyes the vanished light - Edward Dowden "Sunsets"

With zests and pangs ineffable - Edward Dowden "Swallows"

Immense sea-spaces haunt your memory - Edward Dowden "Swallows"

Plant a warder keen and pure - Edward Dowden "To a Child Dead as Soon as Born"

Pale from light obscure - Edward Dowden "To a Child Dead as Soon as Born"

Backward down the blind gulfs of night - Edward Dowden "To a Year"

The wild Swan's melodious melancholy - Edward Dowden "To a Year"

Slayer of the serpent brood - Edward Dowden "To a Year"

Let the shadows troop to darkness - Edward Dowden "To Hester"

Century-silent, shadowy mazes - Edward Dowden "To Hester"

Softly-severed tangle - Edward Dowden "To Hester"

Quaint jars with rose-leaf memories - Edward Dowden "To Hester"

Ere melancholy was invented - Edward Dowden "To Hester"

The knight foredoomed of grace - Edward Dowden "The Trespasser"

A century hence will envenom a lover - Edward Dowden "Unuttered"

Never bid the Sphinx despair - Edward Dowden "Watershed"

Nor read in Sibyl's book - Edward Dowden "Watershed"

Essay the vain assault on heaven - Edward Dowden "Watershed"

And draw this tranquil breath - Edward Dowden "Watershed"

One lone cry of sorrow - Edward Dowden "Where Wert Thou?"

Some birds will dare to sing - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

And lurking violets blow - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

Idle music on the strand - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

Soft whisperings of the wheat - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

Silence flowed between us - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

A zone of golden air - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

With stirrings of the Spring - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

And whisper to the ground - Edward Dowden "Windle-Straws"

Bid every shadow dance - Edward Dowden "The Winnower to the Winds"

To fill my lap with violets - Edward Dowden "Winter Noontide"

Clear in this dismantled hour - Edward Dowden "Winter Noontide"

Which deep-leaved June had hidden - Edward Dowden "Winter Noontide"

And fire shall be my flower - Edward Dowden "Winter Noontide"

A fluttering of idle butterflies - Edward Dowden "Wise Passiveness"

Deft seeds blown from a thistle-head - Edward Dowden "Wise Passiveness"

The large, yearning eyes of pale Narcissus - Edward Dowden "Wise Passiveness"

A shepherd seeking lilies - Edward Dowden "Wise Passiveness"

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Solace for the unquiet mind - Danske Dandridge "Beneath the Pines"

Fragrant beds beneath the healing Pines - Danske Dandridge "Beneath the Pines"

No discourse but the moving wind - Danske Dandridge "Beneath the Pines"

A Milky Way on either hand - Danske Dandridge "Bloodroot"

The hares loiter on the hill - Danske Dandridge "Indian Summer"

The year, a spendthrift growing old - Danske Dandridge "Indian Summer"

Soon the last warm sun will set - Danske Dandridge "Indian Summer"

And blight the asters on the hill - Danske Dandridge "Indian Summer"

The dear lost eyes of my dead - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"

How she draws me with her spell - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"

Where the coiled sea-serpents dwell - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"

Till the sea shall be no more - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"

All the heart's treasure lying bare - Danske Dandridge "The Moth and the Evening Primrose"

Upon the old roots of an oak - Danske Dandridge "The Night Watch"

A silent company of fears - Danske Dandridge "The Phantom"

Straying in a glimmering night - Danske Dandridge "A Question"

And to that distant hope directs her flight - Danske Dandridge "A Question"

In forlornest need and longing-plight - Danske Dandridge "A Question"

The lost bee flies to die in golden broom - Danske Dandridge "A Question"

Hies the insect to the spider's loom - Danske Dandridge "A Question"

Softly stepping from the slender Moon - Danske Dandridge "Silence"

And bring a boon of silence and of solace - Danske Dandridge "Silence"

And steep our hearts in stillness - Danske Dandridge "Silence"

Lap us in light and cooling fleece - Danske Dandridge "Silence"

Hush all noises in the universe - Danske Dandridge "Silence"

Crowned with bright berries of the bitter-sweet - Danske Dandridge "The Spirit of the Fall"

Your captive dream to be - Danske Dandridge "Telepathy"

My songs from the hills arise - Danske Dandridge "Telepathy"

Bound by a dream's control - Danske Dandridge "Telepathy"

Does the butterfly remember what the caterpillar did? - Danske Dandridge "Wings"

Each day new burden brings - Danske Dandridge "Wings"

When we strive so hard to conquer - Danske Dandridge "Wings"

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But this one thought possessed his mind - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

That wild, screaming fire of angry song - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

Makes a coffin of your nest - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

Unburied till an earthquake digs his grave - William H. Davies "The Captive Lion"

Shipped silver for common ballast - William H. Davies "The Child and the Mariner"

With pebbles in his throat - William H. Davies "Days that Have Been"

When feeling pressed like thunder - William H. Davies "Days that Have Been"

As though escaped from Nature's hand - W.H. Davies "Days Too Short"

Trespassed in a golden world - William H. Davies "Early Morn"

Friendless and all alone on this unsweetened stone - W.H. Davies "The Example"

Whose happy heart has power to make a stone a flower - W.H. Davies "The Example"

Sweet chance, that led my steps abroad - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

How rich and great the times are now - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

A rainbow and a cuckoo's song may never come together again - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

That led my steps abroad - William H. Davies "A Great Time"

A rainbow and a cuckoo's song - William H. Davies "A Great Time"

My mind has such a hawk - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

The common air absorbs my mind - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

Knows not flowers from stones - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

And share my bread with birds - W.H. Davies "In May"

And sheep stand to their necks in grass so deep - W.H. Davies "In May"

As though they felt the earth in flight - W.H. Davies "In May"

Gazing at the stars that bubbled in clear skies - W.H. Davies "In May"

Searched for her stolen flock of stars - W.H. Davies "In May"

And turn these mortals into trees - William H. Davies "The Mind's Liberty"

Kiss their shadows as they dance - William H. Davies "Oh, Sweet Content"

Beyond that merry sound of moths - William H. Davies "Oh, Sweet Content"

In solid cages of white ice - William H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

To hide proud kings from common eyes - William H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

Where scent comes forth in every breeze - W.H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

While joy gave clouds the light of stars - William H. Davies "The Villain"

Nightingales wasted their passion on my sleep - William H. Davies "Wasted Hours"

Seek the woods, the nightingale, and moon - William H. Davies "Wasted Hours"

The white cascade that's both a bird and star - W.H. Davies "The White Cascade"

That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far - W.H. Davies "The White Cascade"

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So much order you've imposed - Hayes Davis "Thhhat was great"

Travel ensembles planned and packed - Hayes Davis "Thhhat was great"

My dependable, haphazard presence - Hayes Davis "Thhhat was great"

Fill my silences with your words - Hayes Davis "Thhhat was great"

Thoughts spilling winged like a butterfly - Hayes Davis "Thhhat was great"

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And I am guilty of the same sin - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Crescendo"

The deepest root yanked clean - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Crescendo"

Needing the succor of sleep - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Crescendo"

Taut violin strings singing - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Crescendo"

Loving with such a tender fear - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Crescendo"

Under the crush of chlorinated water - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Letdown"

Remember this smothering need - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Letdown"

Will threaten to sweep you under - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Letdown"

Red tide strangling Florida's shore - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

The canvas for another sunset showstopper - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

But the body has its own narrative - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

When an electric snare corrals the brain - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

While one temple pulses an arrhythmic lament - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

Uncap the pen again tomorrow - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"

A sweet needle that gathers the fraying threat - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Thank You Jesus"

Hemming security in steady stitches - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Thank You Jesus"

This sacrifice of praise - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Thank You Jesus"

This lyrical martyr of your dying faith - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Thank You Jesus"

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Except for a frozen half-bitten fruit - Monica de la Torre "Divagar"

And the clamor of bones - Monica de la Torre "Divagar"

Measure and inexplicable substance - Monica de la Torre "Divagar"

A sip of coffee before I knew bitter - Monica de la Torre "Equivalences"

A perpetual tug of war - Monica de la Torre "Equivalent"

Containing multitudes of hues - Monica de la Torre "Intimacy in Discourse: A Comedy in Three Movements"

Acid green on the crown of his head - Monica de la Torre "Intimacy in Discourse: A Comedy in Three Movements"

This binary roadblock - Monica de la Torre "Intimacy in Discourse: A Comedy in Three Movements"

Describe what color is not - Monica de la Torre "No mode of excitement is absolutely colorless"

Some seasons come close to monotonous - Monica de la Torre "No mode of excitement is absolutely colorless"

Majesty in this enchanted catastrophe - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

The future's only visible retrospectively - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

The only true measure of the grid - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

A separate unit of experience - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

And still the continuous loop of the present - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

The return to psychogeography - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

Released by the hand's reach - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

Hieroglyphs in a different key - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

Ghostly ciphers of fear - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

A minimal choreography of absence - Monica de la Torre "Pause the Document"

An open grave with all its magnets - Monica de la Torre "Poem in Spanish"

The sky is waiting for an airship - Monica de la Torre "Poem in Spanish"

Three hours after the celestial attack - Monica de la Torre "Poem in Spanish"

The law of communicating clouds - Monica de la Torre "Poem in Spanish"

When something cherished burns - Monica de la Torre "Poem in Spanish"

Our tendency to ruin things - Monica de la Torre "Remote Disjunctions"

To stop ideas from overflowing - Monica de la Torre "The Script"

Their favorite verb is sabotage - Monica de la Torre "The Script"

What loons could be trying to say - Monica de la Torre "The Script"

The executioner's reversal of fortune - Monica de la Torre "$6.82"

The gradual encircling of brickMonica de la Torre "$6.82"

Ways to exceed the edges of shapes - Monica de la Torre "Theorem of Sorts"

While repetition begins fielding itself - Monica de la Torre "Theorem of Sorts"

A flexible field trip to nowhere - Monica de la Torre "Theorem of Sorts"

Hinging on a lever and a handle - Monica de la Torre "View from a Dodo Chair"

The dwelling place for other dodos - Monica de la Torre "View from a Dodo Chair"

Who wants to go back to zero again? - Monica de la Torre "View from a Dodo Chair"

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Aloes to cool the burn - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Eve Revisited"

Pomegranates fell from the trees - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Eve Revisited"

Henbane for predators - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Eve Revisited"

Succulents when the rain was scarce - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Eve Revisited"

Suck the juice from one more pear - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Eve Revisited"

A prayer for my bones - Alison Hawthorne Deming "First Encounter Beach"

And circle in the dark of his blood - Alison Hawthorne Deming "First Encounter Beach"

Three crows perched on the dresser - Alison Hawthorne Deming "First Encounter Beach"

Carrying her fever over the treeline - Alison Hawthorne Deming "First Encounter Beach"

Wanted to live full tilt with risk - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Human Habitat"

Farm soil too rich in microbes - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Human Habitat"

Reread Aristotle by waning light - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Human Habitat"

The actual is prior to substance - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Human Habitat"

Brown leaf shards gathering in the gutter - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Human Habitat"

All chrome and cybernetics - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

Set up exhibits in the cafeteria - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

What we'd made of our hypotheses - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

The invisible real as a bagful of nails - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

Changing into something even harder to break - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

Distilled the tar of cigarettes - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

A little vial of sure malignancy - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

As famous as the pterodactyl or the dodo - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Science"

While drones infest the walls - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

Wood ripped from studs and joists - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

And ruin her pestilential nest - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

Accused of darkness by my inner light - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

Fir trees growing in flood water - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

Joined two lakes into one - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

A plywood squirrel perched on cement - Alison Hawthorne Deming "Stairway to Heaven"

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Past the vivid clocks of your childhood - Carl Dennis "Bimini Queen"

The hours call out their commands - Carl Dennis "Bimini Queen"

Tapping and tuning the springs and sprockets - Carl Dennis "Bimini Queen"

A path that otherwise would feel forlorn - Carl Dennis "Help from the Audience"

Who dreams of taking Troy alone - Carl Dennis "Help from the Audience"

Dante when he lost his way - Carl Dennis "Help from the Audience"

Her sunrise scattering squads of shadows - Carl Dennis "Help from the Audience"

More a sinner than Dante was - Carl Dennis "Help from the Audience"

A crust from the loaf baked long ago - Carl Dennis "Holy Brethren"

Broken and scattered among the seekers - Carl Dennis "Holy Brethren"

Confused their right hands with their left - Carl Dennis "Holy Brethren"

Its promised summer always postponed - Carl Dennis "Holy Brethren"

More idols are growing in the night - Carl Dennis "Holy Brethren"

Turn from the visible world - Carl Dennis "A Landscape"

If we gave ourselves more often - Carl Dennis "A Landscape"

To the task of witnessing - Carl Dennis "A Landscape"

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Trapped in the mesh of Saturday night - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Lost our voice in the suburbs - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Each brick house delineated a fence of silence - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Lost the right to sing in the street - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

How scandalously alive - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Through which aspires the blood-metal of stars - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Being quieter than blossoms - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Examining every curve in the mirror - Toi Derricotte "The blue nightgown"

Pursuing my own version of the truth - Toi Derricotte "Burial Sites [excerpt]"

The friendship of the cherry trees - Toi Derricotte "Cherry blossoms"

Weighted and bound in its mask - Toi Derricotte "Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing"

As if acid were thrown from the inside - Toi Derricotte "Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing"

Blood running its wires of flame - Toi Derricotte "Elegy for my husband"

Across my air & through his water - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

For all our fears of touch - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

The hurt of having to breathe - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

Telescopes looking through fear - Toi Derricotte "Holy Cross Hospital"

When your connections belonged only to yourself - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Had no history to hook on to - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Shared the night of the closet - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

The parasitic closing on our thumbprint - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

We were brave before memory - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Brought a stain into my mouth - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Until they fall like withered roots - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Turn & twist myself like a rag - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Pouring out of me like silver - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Five hundred steel cages lined up - Toi Derricotte "The Minks"

The damage the truth was meant to do - Toi Derricotte "My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: 'Speak the unspeakable'"

Break the bones to get to the heart - Toi Derricotte "My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: 'Speak the unspeakable'"

So that every part will be of service - Toi Derricotte "Not Forgotten"

Bending over gladioli in the field - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

Loved to death, to damnation and God-death - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

The real monster of their nightmares - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

Use silence to trap a devil - Toi Derricotte "Passing"

Conserved light by walking in darkness - Toi Derricotte "St. Peter Claver"

A diamond ring to knock your eyes out - Toi Derricotte "Weekend Guests from Chicago, 1945"

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The unapologetic knack of the element - Timothy Donnelly "By Night with Torch and Spear"

Fire taking one bright liberty after another - Timothy Donnelly "By Night with Torch and Spear"

Along the border of a strong waterfall - Timothy Donnelly "By Night with Torch and Spear"

Exploding from this toxic aviary - Timothy Donnelly "By Night with Torch and Spear"

Revealing a mythology of clouds - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Assembled in light of earliest birds - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Revealing an apology for clouds - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

All that shaky camouflage of paper - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Borrow luster from a bourbon sun - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Money made in lieu of conversation - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

The clouds of the future parting - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Revealing blueprints of the clouds - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Factories carved into cliff-faces - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Turning the light from their wings - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

A parasite cast out, inviable - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

An incomprehensible volume of rain - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

The trick of thinking through infinity - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

A crowd of eyes against an asphalt wall - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Evident in the eye of the dream - Timothy Donnelly "The Cloud Corporation"

Drag the edge of that memory - Timothy Donnelly "The Driver of the Car Is Unconscious"

A rabbit-hole opens inside you - Timothy Donnelly "The Driver of the Car Is Unconscious"

My body in conversation - Timothy Donnelly “The Endless”

From factories of tedium - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Drag me backwards into panic - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Frothing all the reed-fringed margins - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

To organize my thoughts on the paranormal - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

An emanation willed into matter - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Steam of dioxides of carbon and sulfur - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

To stop myself from falling awake - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Wandering the wings of a ghost-run factory - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Cut in the heart of the galaxy - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

The sound of dawn's first sacrifice - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

First sacrifice to the residues of commerce - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Of ghosts inhabiting timepieces - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Phantom tendrils through parlor air - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Some inoperative heirloom clock - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Ongoing interest in their old adversary - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

To reanimate the long-inert pendulum - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Jostling the salt from a pretzel - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Graffiti on the stonework - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

The advantage of not knowing - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

A nocturne of toxic manufacture - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

What remains of the jungle - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Submerging mountaintops in stormwater - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Shocked by their own power - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

The flaming peccary of a comet - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Waves as high as ziggurats - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Crashing mathematically against our coastlines - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

A lifetime's heap of laundry - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

That watercolor done in greens - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Long tendrils of tobacco smoke - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

The spectral forms of anaconda - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

The ruler of the underworld smokes cigars - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

A barge of plywood and empty milk cartons - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Held captive by the cinema - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Odd condiments bought on impulse - Timothy Donnelly "Habitable Nebula"

Hours after the last act is dust - Timothy Donnelly "Habitable Nebula"

Visible only in traces - Timothy Donnelly "Habitable Nebula"

Collapse in a bliss of gravity - Timothy Donnelly "Habitable Nebula"

Too busy peddling my fire - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

On the beautiful bleak enamel paint job - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

A gift from Madagascar - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

To stir your appetite for cruelty - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

In the absence of ancestral pollinators - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

Tiny seeds like secrets of the universe - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

Enlargement akin to liberty from time - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

Grew rich with vanilla - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Edmond Albius"

Landed on a tar pit's surface - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Into costumes of the past - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Ruffles and ribbons streaming into Delaware - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Prowling the wetlands for ghost crabs - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

So mysterious from a distance - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Nothing stronger than momentum - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

To hint at a logic in time - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Against the scintillant anthracite of space - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Commit myself to a custody of wildflowers - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

The maroon perfume of the chocolate cosmos - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Setting a nation's nerves on edge - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

The difference between locust and grasshopper - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

And reigns there seven weeks - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Traded cigarettes for a guitar - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

The first confirmed wild hybrid - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Back to business with another cup of coffee - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Inflict catastrophe on their habitat - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Whistled up past the Woolworth - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

A startled monk's apocalyptic vision - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

On a runway paved with flypaper - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

In the blind white grip of ice - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Whose seeds had slept 30 millennia - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

A flower absent from all bouquets - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

Forget-me-nots bloom unhindered - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

And still aren't known to be extinct - Timothy Donnelly "Hymn to Life"

A door without mystery - Timothy Donnelly "The New Intelligence"

The hour that we spend complacent - Timothy Donnelly "The New Intelligence"

An arrangement in rust and gray-green - Timothy Donnelly "The New Intelligence"

The long drab days of practicality - Timothy Donnelly "The New Intelligence"

And the concrete refused to apologize - Timothy Donnelly "The New Intelligence"

A document in calligraphy so dragonish - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

The architecture that the mind designs around it - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

The spell of the sea's one scent - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

A sudden dust devil spirals in - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

Only Sorrow's pencil would ever dare to sketch - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

On the wintery streets of this imagination - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

Easy prey for the dockside phantoms - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

This cardboard city collapses around us - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

Embarks upon a fiercer derangement - Timothy Donnelly "The Night Ship"

Up from the shadows of a factory warehouse - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Falls to the asphalt of a final parking lot - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

In the clean white light of the market - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

The same mistake over and over - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Speeding up your orbital velocity - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Increasing your orbital radius - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Who now bundle twigs for kindling - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Making repairs to a skeletal umbrella - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

My paws no good for fire-starting - Timothy Donnelly "Poem Interrupted by Whitesnake"

Night's impecunious craftsman - Timothy Donnelly "To His Own Device"

Every effort botched in its own wrong way - Timothy Donnelly "To His Own Device"

Retire to that soup-bowl of oblivion - Timothy Donnelly "To His Own Device"

The simplicity implicit in sea-sponges - Timothy Donnelly "To His Own Device"

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What never will come true - Marian Douglas "King and Queens"

Plum-cake, instead of bread - Marian Douglas "King and Queens"

And fountains full of lemonade spout up - Marian Douglas "King and Queens"

And diamonds large as pigeon's eggs - Marian Douglas "King and Queens"

We want no tyrant over us - Marian Douglas "King and Queens"

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Chained to a wild and sea-girt rock - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Where the volcano's fires were dead - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Grasped again his crimson sword - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Lightnings played beneath his feet - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Ocean drums his grand march beat - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Above the Alps' eternal snows - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

The doors of centuries opened wide - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Northward moved his chainless soul - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Usher in the Conqueror - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Trampled on the sleeping Czars - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

Conqueror of half the world - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

And listen to the waves' wild hymn - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

That swallowed up the exile's tears - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

The eagle screams his dirge - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"

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I'm afraid I won't go far enough - Diana Marie Delgado "And So Many Are Dear"

Then I remember: when you're called, you go - Diana Marie Delgado "And So Many Are Dear"

The Devil, disguised as smoke - Diana Marie Delgado "Before the Moon Tangles Your Hair"

To walk on glass - Diana Marie Delgado "Bridge Called Water"

My voice like water - Diana Marie Delgado "Bridge Called Water"

Deep in the moth hour - Diana Marie Delgado "Correspondence"

Breaking crooked as an eggshell - Diana Marie Delgado "Correspondence"

Whether the goal is glass or wine - Diana Marie Delgado "Horses on the Radio"

Tear apart the lace of fruit - Diana Marie Delgado "In the Romantic Longhand of the Night"

Seeking the tricky algorithm of travel - Diana Marie Delgado "In the Romantic Longhand of the Night"

Boys who wager swans - Diana Marie Delgado "In the Romantic Longhand of the Night"

Survive on cobwebs and capture - Diana Marie Delgado "In the Romantic Longhand of the Night"

Cutting vines that blossom in the dark - Diana Marie Delgado "The Kind of Light I Give Off Isn't Going to Last"

Battered our door with a hatchet and a telescope - Diana Marie Delgado "Late-Night Talks with Men I Think I Trust"

Sew her name into my hair - Diana Marie Delgado "Little Swan"

An epic full of the honest weather we made - Diana Marie Delgado "Lucky You"

Come back with me to the ruins - Diana Marie Delgado "Never Mind I'm Dead"

Who keeps the stars from falling - Diana Marie Delgado "Never Mind I'm Dead"

A window that never opens - Diana Marie Delgado "Songs of Escape"

The sky a full-blown rose - Diana Marie Delgado "Songs of Escape"

Eating roses sprinkled with lime - Diana Marie Delgado "They Chopped Down the Tree I Used to Lie Under and Count Stars With"

Streets where the wind talked to us - Diana Marie Delgado "They Chopped Down the Tree I Used to Lie Under and Count Stars With"

Whose words burn my hands - Diana Marie Delgado "Tracing the Horse"

Gulls made space for sunlight - Diana Marie Delgado "Tracing the Horse"

Cuts roses with a hatchet - Diana Marie Delgado "Twelve Trees"

And become marigolds for the dead - Diana Marie Delgado "Where I Drown"

Buzzed like an electric heart - Diana Marie Delgado "Wolf (1)"

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In the magazine (on Project Gutenberg) where I found "Tha Carver in Stone," the table of contents spells it "The Carver in Stone" while the poem actually has "Tha Carver in Stone" as the title. I'm assuming that the former was intended but still providing the form as it was with the text of the poem. The poem is not in dialect and does not otherwise use 'tha' for 'the.'

The clouds of hawthorn keep so short a state - John Drinkwater "Birthright"

With tidings of the myriad faring sea - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Ships from strange and storied lands - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Living witness in the chiselled stone - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Things created by the eternal mind - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Pressed upon the daily custom of the sky - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Travel through the singing air of dawn - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Proud as an eagle riding to the sun - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Hoarse with crying gospels in the street - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

A purses for any crystal prophet ripe - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

The fabled poison of the toad - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Eager to take the riches of renown - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Of stars or cloud or summer's folded sun - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Took the narrow stair as wondering - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Tosses bounty to the cherries and the plums - John Drinkwater "Mamble"

Her grief to me is a fourfold fear - John Drinkwater "A Man's Daughter"

Of green gems on my apple tree - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

Fixed and glowing on the air - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

When the floods are silver under willow - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

When the foxes from the spinneys bark - John Drinkwater "The Midlands"

Ripe and summer-breathing clover-flower - John Drinkwater "The Midlands"

Gather the silver streams out of the moon - John Drinkwater "Moonlit Apples"

Deep on moon-washed apples of wonder - John Drinkwater "Moonlit Apples"

Fell over the world in flame - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

No sound across a windless sky - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Under the calm ascension of the night - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Drawn back to their lairs of light - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Unblest by the brigades of spring - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Of names that were most to love - John Drinkwater "The Old Warrior"

Would that my soul were blind - John Drinkwater "The Old Warrior"

Touched the wings of immortality - John Drinkwater "On Reading the Ms. of Dorothy Wordsworth's Journals"

The buds upon the hawthorn spread - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

As a beggar walks unfriended ways - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Comes upon a bleak oblivion - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Little ghostly syllables of speech - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

A voice falling on the midnight sea - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

This cheat that uses us as baubles - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Utter bitterness shall be your wage - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Who masquerades as wisdom - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Cleanse the muddy mirrors of my thought - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

In you the character of oracles - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Solomons legioned for bewildered praise - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

And wit goes hunting wisdom - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The sap goes beating to the sun - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Speak to me of danger and disdain - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The pride of custom and the gossip of the street - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Defiling wonder that he never knew - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

A thief of payment for no service done - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The thieving of delight without return - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

And love shall now go desolate - John Drinkwater "Plough"

And watch the quiet furrows grow - John Drinkwater "Plough"

For these are the emperors of spring - John Drinkwater "With Daffodils"

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My husband gambled on my penumbra - Denise Duhamel "Delta Flight 656"

Your star bulging into a pentagon - Denise Duhamel "Delta Flight 656"

Your icy peninsula of glamour - Denise Duhamel "Delta Flight 656"

The penitentiary of free speech - Denise Duhamel "Delta Flight 656"

This whole citrus universe - Denise Duhamel "Ego"

The earth changing gears - Denise Duhamel "Ego"

If I were the type who made promises - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

We're buying the world's sorrow - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

Whatever you think of borders - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

To canoe over Niagara Falls and live - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

I will exhale beauty - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

The ease of breakfast in the mornings - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

Quiet peace of sleep at night - Denise Duhamel "Exquisite Candidate"

All the alluring qualities they possess - Denise Duhamel "Kinky"

Played catch with a warm tomato - Denise Duhamel "Poem in Which My Mother Snapped"

Even though my mother kept warning us - Denise Duhamel "Poem in Which My Mother Snapped"

Told you right off this was a dream - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

Couldn't be held responsible for his subconscious - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

Dangerous weather he witnessed but could do nothing to stop - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

Romantic and silly and untrue - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

Famous in his sunglasses and blazer - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

Without so much as a glance in my direction - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

The clues I've left aren't accurate - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

I wouldn't want to embarrass a stranger - Denise Duhamel "Sex with a Famous Poet"

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Through the night's weary vigils - Enna Duval "Invocation to Sleep"

The clock's never ceasing and passionless chime - Enna Duval "Invocation to Sleep"

But Sadness at nightfall weaves - Enna Duval "Invocation to Sleep"

Charms potent and deep - Enna Duval "Invocation to Sleep"

Cruel Love by my pillow - Enna Duval "Invocation to Sleep"

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Detaching the unnecessary trash in orbit - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

Narcissus orbiting around his own fracture point - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

Born unfathomable light-years away - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

The unblemished hands of curious children - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

In waves of backpacks and barrel fires - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

Filled with wide-shining wonder - Jace Deangelo "Wide-Shining Craters"

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Throats choking with conclusions - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

All the questions that lead to a broken wall - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

For the miracle of breaking my hands into breadcrumbs - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

An endless trail of seeds behind - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

Beside this pile of stones - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

Just another episode of things that never happened - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

Only if it's not the earliest stage of a black hole - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

My lungs empty of the innocence that was - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

This dream and its defiance to death - Martins Deep "The Cyborg's Side of the Story"

I stopped dreaming of Neptune - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

A sky raining diamonds collected in my hat - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Suctioned into a dreamscape - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

On this plain of light, gas & dust - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Inverts an hourglass of stardust - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Remembrance is a letter burning in reverse - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Whetting a spearhead on an asteroid - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Drones sent from an alien observatory - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Some villains decompose into gods - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Raised to the power of all the nerves in the human brain - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

His reflection blue on the surface of the Styx - Martins Deep "On a Dreamscape Where My Father Is a Spaceship Pirate"

Poet's bio at Strange Horizons.

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The flash of cardinal in the reeds - Chelsea B. DesAutels "Annual Migration"

Or flames will vault their boundaries - Chelsea B. DesAutels "Burials"

Can't burn until a true freeze hits - Chelsea B. DesAutels "Burials"

Amber pockets against the snow - Chelsea B. DesAutels "Burials"

Watching through warped glass - Chelsea B. DesAutels "A Dangerous Place"

The echo of wings in my belly - Chelsea B. DesAutels "A Dangerous Place"

The fury of wings in my lungs - Chelsea B. DesAutels "A Dangerous Place"

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Always more than distance - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"

Equations which will predict these motions - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"

How it is that the whole universe moves - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"

Consumed in the friction of air - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"

In an all but dead and dry garden - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"

Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam collaboration snippets.

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In the normal course of abnormal events - Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam "Heatwave"

As sunlight is free of the glare of sand - Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam "Heatwave"

Camels and goats grown thin - Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam "Heatwave"

Malformed figs taste of sand - Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam "Heatwave"

Sound like liars to the young - Roger Dutcher & Joanne Merriam "Heatwave"

Roger Dutcher solo snippets.

Joanne Merriam solo snippets.

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The diameter of your invisible ink tattoo - Joel Dias-Porter "Three Wrong Notes"

A continuously growing silence - Joel Dias-Porter "Three Wrong Notes"

With touches of fruitful irrationality - Joel Dias-Porter "Three Wrong Notes"

Of the diameter which severs us - Joel Dias-Porter "Three Wrong Notes"

Born under the Sign of the Asp - Joel Dias-Porter "Three Wrong Notes"

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Do not take a stone from my shores - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

Threaded on the wind - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

Rise up out of the stone you took - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

And teach you the meaning of regret - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

Ritual lines of the mazes your ancestors wrought - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

The silent runes that bind me here - Deborah L. Davitt "Blå Jungfrun"

Pillars of blue light rising from its waves - Deborah L. Davitt "Drowning in this Sunken City"

Empty porticoes that led to nowhere - Deborah L. Davitt "Drowning in this Sunken City"

As if they would be drowning forever - Deborah L. Davitt "Drowning in this Sunken City"

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A new urban system of star navigation - Holly Day "The Mismanagement of Stars"

Makes allowances for missing stars - Holly Day "The Mismanagement of Stars"

If I pretend I'm a machine - Holly Day "My Safety Net"

Busy knocking cans off the shelves - Holly Day "My Safety Net"

Which provide me with more conversation and company - Holly Day "My Safety Net"

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We painted dawn into midnight - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Our limbs transforming into ferns and orchids - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Prayed to all the living things - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Sat in silence with the trees - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Sprouted two intricate flowers in our minds - Desdamona "Once and Future"

And we hung our thoughts there - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Our bones in a trillion pieces - Desdamona "Once and Future"

A world we did not conquer - Desdamona "Once and Future"

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Persistently reappears just to howl by the gate - Mark Dimaisip "Housekeeping Duties"

To throw the other end of a tin can telephone - Mark Dimaisip "Housekeeping Duties"

Tastes blood from imaginary wounds - Mark Dimaisip "Housekeeping Duties"

When darkness dawned a black moon - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

Be humble or lose yourself - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

Bones that contort into many forms - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

Chained dogs on every house corner - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

Vines clasping on barbed wire fences - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

Never hindered by man-made walls - Mark Dimaisip "The Untaken"

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Graves of stars - Julia de Burgos "Poem to My Death"

Returning to silence - Julia de Burgos "Poem to My Death"

Painted by the sun - Julia de Burgos "To Julia de Burgos"

The bloodless doll of social lies - Julia de Burgos "To Julia de Burgos" transl. by Grace Schulman

The honey of courtly hypocrisy - Julia de Burgos "To Julia de Burgos" transl. by Grace Schulman

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Love opened a mortal wound - Sor Juana Inez de la Cruz "Love Opened a Mortal Wound" (translated by Joan Larkin and Jaime Manrique)

Counted all the ways love hurt me - Sor Juana Inez de la Cruz "Love Opened a Mortal Wound" (translated by Joan Larkin and Jaime Manrique)

Always be armed to abhor you - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz "A Satirical Romance" transl. by Judith Thurman

From the torrent where my grief streamed - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz "A Satirical Romance" transl. by Judith Thurman

By drops, distil my streaming heart - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz "A Satirical Romance" transl. by Judith Thurman

Vanquishing the outrages of time - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz [Untitled] transl. by Samuel Beckett

A paltry sanctuary from fate - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz [Untitled] transl. by Samuel Beckett

A fragile flower in the wind - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz [Untitled] transl. by Samuel Beckett

A conquest doomed to perish - Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz [Untitled] transl. by Samuel Beckett

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Prey to pain and sorrow's sword - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And suffer me in anguish to depart - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Shown the truth I shrank from telling - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

A costlier gift than gold - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Sorry cheer and comfort cold - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Ever blessed be the day]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Nor is there any joy to match with mine - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Not all my weeping might the gift obtain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Love bade me follow in his chosen train - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In all the world is none so happy here]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Seasons of solace that may comfort me - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And arrows of despair spare not to pierce - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Brooding on the doom I bear - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [In this sad world have pity, my lady dear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Share grief to which all else is naught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

In a burning passion caught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Cleanse my soul and make it fair - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

From such faithless rascals keep you free - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Dishonour that from slanderers came - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

How in your works they knew your wantonness - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Ill that follows after foolish play - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Kindling me to do and dare - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Bring my ship in honour's port to ride - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Lifts up my heart above all thought of pride - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [My lady, and my sovereign, flower most rare]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Delight that was is grown disaster fell - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

For whom my heart is kindled in desire - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Nor far nor near is comfort found - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Forged for my fate upon an anvil dire - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Torment more than I can tell - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My soul the dread assault sustain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My heart is broken down with bitter pain - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

One whom Fortune would not have me see - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Since, O my Love, I may behold no more]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Body and soul do I abandon here - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Sweet Lady, fair and gentle without peer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

To lift this wrong that crushes me - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Sweet Lady, fair and gentle without peer]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

The dart that is pointed but to slay - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Thou, O Love, the traitor art]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Will never stay in the mansions of despair - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Thou, O Love, the traitor art]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Queen of beauty and of grace and precious worth - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

My speech with my thoughts keeps no pace - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Now all that I desired so dear is won - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Who holds my heart in joy - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Into whose dominion I yield my heart - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Verily, Love, I have no language, none" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Fortune have I none - Christine de Pisan "Christine to Her Son"

Be diligent them to rescue - Christine de Pisan "The Epistle of Othea to Hector" adaptation done by Joan Keefe from an anonymous translation

To the harmony of Orpheus harp - Christine de Pisan "The Epistle of Othea to Hector" adaptation done by Joan Keefe from an anonymous translation

Deep in my heart's remembrance and delight - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Raise up my strength in death's respite - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Of desire attain at last the height - Christine de Pisan "Roundel [Laughing grey eyes, whose light in me I bear]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Since in love only is set my happiness - Christine de Pisan "[Very God of Love, who art of lovers Lord]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

And honour on my days impress - Christine de Pisan "[Very God of Love, who art of lovers Lord]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Freed from the sorrows I lament - Christine de Pisan "Virelay [Sweet, in whom my joy must be]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Pale despair rules no longer - Christine de Pisan "Virelay [Sweet, in whom my joy must be]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)

Dries me to the bone - Christine de Pisan

Dead like stone - Christine de Pisan

Feeding only on my tears - Christine de Pisan

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Reaching for the ear of the sky - Diane DeCillis "Arranged Marriage"

The color of risk & knowing - Diane DeCillis "Artemisia Absinthium"

Cardamom flavored with a cup-reading at the end - Diane DeCillis "As Pressing Is to Flowers"

As Twinkies are to baklava - Diane DeCillis "As Pressing Is to Flowers"

As fading is to what remains - Diane DeCillis "As Pressing Is to Flowers"

Fancy fonts in basic black - Diane DeCillis "Body Language"

Abandoned her chorus of fates and furies - Diane DeCillis "Childhood Revisited as a Musical"

Light from the moon she nurtures - Diane DeCillis "Creation of Birds -- after the painting by Remedios Varo"

Addressed her from different angles - Diane DeCillis "Cubist Still Life"

Most likely to collect dust - Diane DeCillis "Cubist Still Life"

I've become a vine with tangled roots - Diane DeCillis "Dreams of My Father"

In no less than six languages - Diane DeCillis "Falling in Love at the Speed of the William Tell 'Overture'"

Skating on the whims of the wind - Diane DeCillis "Foreboding Frog"

To anoint the dream with reason - Diane DeCillis "Foreboding Frog"

Straight lines straddling heaven and hell - Diane DeCillis "Fugitive Laughter"

With the freedom of migrating birds - Diane DeCillis "The Grammar of Memory"

Even destiny takes a shortcut - Diane DeCillis "Happy-Go-Lucky"

When the clouds have turned to suede - Diane DeCillis "Ingratiating the Monster"

Left me orphaned from myself - Diane DeCillis "Lost on the Champs-Elysees"

Intuition of the weight of darkness - Diane DeCillis "Margin of Error"

Bitter as raw olives - Diane DeCillis "Milk"

Possessing a knowledge of trajectories - Diane DeCillis "Mr. Right"

Resonant as the hum of a growing tree - Diane DeCillis "Mr. Right"

Layered like the rings of Saturn - Diane DeCillis "Mr. Right"

Maps to other moons - Diane DeCillis "Mr. Right"

A constellation of intellect and bewilderment - Diane DeCillis "Mr. Right"

Learned the music of the kitchen - Diane DeCillis "Music from Another Room"

The jeweled still life of pomegranates - Diane DeCillis "Music from Another Room"

Alive with cadenced clapping - Diane DeCillis "Music from Another Room"

The table bare and quiet as dust - Diane DeCillis "Music from Another Room"

Discovered the extravagance of oceans - Diane DeCillis "The Myth of Father"

Speak from the vantage point of craters - Diane DeCillis "The Myth of Father"

An alien familiar with dodging horizons - Diane DeCillis "The Myth of Father"

Build a nest from the stillness between - Diane DeCillis "Nest"

The fevered breeze of a paper fan - Diane DeCillis "Nest"

That make wind chimes of words - Diane DeCillis "Nest"

More strings than she needed - Diane DeCillis "Physics for Dummies"

The outer limits of agoraphobia - Diane DeCillis "Physics for Dummies"

How time and space can become infinitesimal - Diane DeCillis "Physics for Dummies"

Planting a tree in my palm - Diane DeCillis "Postcards of Home and Homesick"

Where roots travel and tendrils reach - Diane DeCillis "Postcards of Home and Homesick"

Notes forming the music of exile - Diane DeCillis "Postcards of Home and Homesick"

A thousand footsteps marching home - Diane DeCillis "Postcards of Home and Homesick"

The soft applause of sugar spilling - Diane DeCillis "Power of Suggestion"

Landscape of start extravagance - Diane DeCillis "Power of Suggestion"

Informed by a faint harmonica grieving - Diane DeCillis "Quiet Rooms"

The past wants to be remembered - Diane DeCillis "Quiet Rooms"

Lacking the fabric of a cocktail - Diane DeCillis "Quiet Rooms"

Another riff about the now of then - Diane DeCillis "Quiet Rooms"

The daggered edges of love - Diane DeCillis "Quiet Rooms"

Chose hunger over thirst - Diane DeCillis "Reconsidering Yellow"

A vault inside an unmarked catacomb - Diane DeCillis "Room Full of Children Staring at Me"

Follow the long scent home - Diane DeCillis "Room Full of Children Staring at Me"

A pair of shears cutting countrysides into shapes - Diane DeCillis "Seeing Like Cezanne"

Never meant for the apple to make you hungry - Diane DeCillis "Seeing Like Cezanne"

A fever and a hunger that never leaves - Diane DeCillis "Seeing Like Cezanne"

Captive sky gathering words that burn and rise - Diane DeCillis "Seeing Like Cezanne"

Along with a ticket for time travel - Diane DeCillis "Thinking about What Matters"

Send postcards from a parallel universe - Diane DeCillis "Thinking about What Matters"

A light at the end of the big bang tunnel - Diane DeCillis "Thinking about What Matters"

Written with stars on a chalkboard sky - Diane DeCillis "View from a Room, NYC"

Where my companion is insomnia - Diane DeCillis "View from a Room, NYC"

Picasso dipped his brush in their tears - Diane DeCillis "Weeping Women"

Dipped his brush in their tears - Diane DeCillis "Weeping Women"

Pens weeping the blue ink of loss - Diane DeCillis "Weeping Women"

Away from haunting temptation - Diane DeCillis "What Would Hitchcock Do?"

Measure nuances in the sky - Diane DeCillis "When You Cannot Sleep"

Test the remedies for insomnia - Diane DeCillis "When You Cannot Sleep"

On the deep lap of memory - Diane DeCillis "Without Child"

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Whorled thumbprint of a god - Chris Dombrowski "Another rapture rescheduled,"

The company of an invisible warbler - Chris Dombrowski "Bird in My Boot"

Refugee of the seraphim - Chris Dombrowski "Bird in My Boot"

Upon whose constant intercession I depend - Chris Dombrowski "Bird in My Boot"

To witness the ten thousand worlds - Chris Dombrowski "Blown Snow"

Between the planets' pewter light - Chris Dombrowski "Boreal"

A threadbare sail nightwinds needle through - Chris Dombrowski "Boreal"

Each onlooker's single deepest sorrow unremarked - Chris Dombrowski "Brook Trout"

Reflections of honeysuckle gone to seed - Chris Dombrowski "Bull Elk in October River"

A winter's worth of melting snow - Chris Dombrowski "Coda"

Prayed twice daily to Saint Anne - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

The wavering flame of my heartbeat - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Must again retrieve from nothingness - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Whose needles numbered our myriad notions - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

The tatters of a dream-scarf that unraveled - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Peppered with a million spent moths - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

A riverbank cut deep enough to bury us - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

An impact with enough dominion to annihilate - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Another stolen swig of whiskey - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Brief as a July snow - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

In the warrens of grief - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

The ash's berry clusters not quite blushing - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Dupes an attacking rhino - Chris Dombrowski "Comes to Worse"

Casting her vote for desire - Chris Dombrowski "The Congressman's Daughter"

Far beyond the limits of pursuit - Chris Dombrowski "Cooking Christmas Dinner with My Son, the Runner"

Early in the noon-stabbed dusk - Chris Dombrowski "Direction"

Ink of our excuses - Chris Dombrowski "Direction"

Heeding each momentary beacon - Chris Dombrowski "Direction"

The bottle in which you hold our tears - Chris Dombrowski "Early June, Missoula, Year of the Sheep"

Before sweeping the shards skyward - Chris Dombrowski "Early June, Missoula, Year of the Sheep"

Stir a little sawdust - Chris Dombrowski "Elegy with Fall's Last Filaments"

Strung with quicksilver sunlight - Chris Dombrowski "Elegy with Fall's Last Filaments"

Bound for webs orbiting each other - Chris Dombrowski "Elegy with Fall's Last Filaments"

Pressed sage into a bed - Chris Dombrowski "Epithalamium"

A fractured school of minnows - Chris Dombrowski "Epithalamium"

A plank one might walk to horizon's edge - Chris Dombrowski "Epithalamium"

Sunday afternoon starlight - Chris Dombrowski "February Sidereal with Backyard Doe"

Its billion-mile-long pocket comb - Chris Dombrowski "February Sidereal with Backyard Doe"

Nothing but the distance between the hunter and the hunted - Chris Dombrowski "February Sidereal with Backyard Doe"

February having seeped into bloodstreams - Chris Dombrowski "Fig"

Open the door holding back dawn - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

Splinter of dawn through the glass - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

The gears of the universe turning - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

A sugary alarm clock in the veins - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

Watched a doe chewing sage - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

Opening the view to thousands of landing geese - Chris Dombrowski "First Hour"

Ridgeline ponderosas wind-pardoned - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Surviving worshippers of the sky - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

A long muted chain of twisting keys - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Small epiphanies falling through the fingers - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Fills with the strange rain of stars - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Bridges without a trace of threnody - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

From the willow-stitched islands - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Scores of insufficient names - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Holy Mother of Arsenic and Lead - Chris Dombrowski "Fluvial"

Blackberries straight from the unsprayed vines - Chris Dombrowski "The Forbidden"

The remnants of anger on my tongue - Chris Dombrowski "Francis"

A swirl of beckoned sparrows - Chris Dombrowski "Francis"

Shoulders slumped with star burden - Chris Dombrowski "Gentle Reader"

Horizon like a querulous line of grief - Chris Dombrowski "Geology Lesson"

The dregs of our nightmares - Chris Dombrowski "Get Up, John"

Reaching into the lineaments of the sun - Chris Dombrowski "Get Up, John"

What the elders meant by grace - Chris Dombrowski "Ghazal in which End Word Repetition Is Implied"

The precise temperature of a tear - Chris Dombrowski "Ghazal in which End Word Repetition Is Implied"

A small braid of mayflies - Chris Dombrowski "Going Home"

A sprig of mint broken - Chris Dombrowski "Going Home"

Sunlight bristling off their coats - Chris Dombrowski "Going Home"

The works and sufferings of light - Chris Dombrowski "Going Home"

Ferry him if you have the oars - Chris Dombrowski "Going Home"

Prodigal the leaves the earth accepts - Chris Dombrowski "Grove"

Breezes eons in the making - Chris Dombrowski "Hammock Poem"

Preempted by three bitter decades - Chris Dombrowski "Hammock Poem"

Dear birds of the tangled ceiling above - Chris Dombrowski "Hammock Poem"

His ragged anthem a wind - Chris Dombrowski "Hear them all"

A wind that stirs the torn tickets - Chris Dombrowski "Hear them all"

Raft of uprooted willow - Chris Dombrowski "Heron Rookery Aubade"

In the cottonwoods' grasp of sky - Chris Dombrowski "Heron Rookery Aubade"

Bright tapestry of boulders before the melt - Chris Dombrowski "Heron Rookery Aubade"

The trees exhale their one green breath - Chris Dombrowski "Heron Rookery Aubade"

Playing baseball with the dead - Chris Dombrowski "A History of Barbed Wire"

Picking chokecherries in the marsh - Chris Dombrowski "A History of Barbed Wire"

Pointed the ghost of a partridge - Chris Dombrowski "The Hunt"

The pheasant's beak full of nightshade - Chris Dombrowski "Hunting All Day beneath the Long Night Moon"

And asked to be moved - Chris Dombrowski "I Canonize Dick Curran"

Seeping acridly from settling ponds - Chris Dombrowski "I Canonize Dick Curran"

Through a footbridge's fenced floor - Chris Dombrowski "I Canonize Dick Curran"

The wide arcs of crows - Chris Dombrowski "I Canonize Dick Curran"

Existed only on ornate canvases - Chris Dombrowski "I Canonize Dick Curran"

Your dreams more potent here - Chris Dombrowski "I'm working on a building"

Explodes with the shrapnel of the miraculous - Chris Dombrowski "It's so hard to dance that way, when it's cold and there's no music"

Water on a rain-spattered stone - Chris Dombrowski "Inscription"

Rising even as they recede - Chris Dombrowski "Just Before Dark"

In the cacophonous gossip of currents - Chris Dombrowski "Just Before Dark"

An aspen missing half its leaves - Chris Dombrowski "Koan"

Feeding rosehips to the cat - Chris Dombrowski "Koan"

Our cadmium needles scatter - Chris Dombrowski "Larches"

The last drops of daylight shimmering - Chris Dombrowski "Late Evening Fugue"

Learned the mind of winter - Chris Dombrowski "Like a December apiary, the mind tapers"

Skipping across waves made of breath - Chris Dombrowski "Like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade"

Strange constellations tracing his steps - Chris Dombrowski "Like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade"

The wind's a mixture of linen and salt - Chris Dombrowski "Little Derivative and Forgivable Anthropomorphism with Dawn"

Redeem all other god-cast stones - Chris Dombrowski "Lunar Calendar"

Coiling tighter with each brief orbit - Chris Dombrowski "May"

Feasted on the numb bugs - Chris Dombrowski "May"

Playing tetherball alone - Chris Dombrowski "May"

The crickets have curfews - Chris Dombrowski "Midwesterly"

A moose crossing the thin August river - Chris Dombrowski "Motherless Children (Traditional)"

Too steep for memory to climb - Chris Dombrowski "Naive Melody"

Death was a wind searching the back of his hand - Chris Dombrowski "Naive Melody"

No longer in the chair where dawn found me - Chris Dombrowski "Naive Melody"

Strum a November midnight - Chris Dombrowski "Nostrums (Bill Monroe)"

Lone as a thumbprint on a frosty windowpane - Chris Dombrowski "Nostrums (Bill Monroe)"

Procured by the wind as its instrument - Chris Dombrowski "Nostrums (Bill Monroe)"

Warm as whiskey chased down with cold water - Chris Dombrowski "Nostrums (Bill Monroe)"

To be worthy of this waking dream - Chris Dombrowski "October Suite"

Grasshoppers black as burn - Chris Dombrowski "October Suite"

Dusty as unlit chandeliers - Chris Dombrowski "October Suite"

Beneath this burial of light - Chris Dombrowski "October Suite"

A mid-June avalanche unseated the peak - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Filled with dawn's initial hue - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Until the offending dream gave way - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Some less threatening visions - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Water drawn from the cosmos's deepest well - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Blood rush of the creek - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

A deafening surround to these thoughts - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Buried warmly under the quilts - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Audibly sawing the ozone - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

Slitting a seam in the void - Chris Dombrowski "Partial Eclipse / N 46.677, W 114.244"

A starling grasps the gutter - Chris Dombrowski "Poem Beginning and Ending with Haiku"

Inhabit that house of phantom dwelling - Chris Dombrowski "Poem Beginning and Ending with Haiku"

Who wouldn't talk to the birds - Chris Dombrowski "Poem with Several Keatsian References, Poem Burning Up in the Fire I Lit to Warm My Son, or Do as I Say Not as I Do"

The pheasant of an answer flushed - Chris Dombrowski "Poem with Several Keatsian References, Poem Burning Up in the Fire I Lit to Warm My Son, or Do as I Say Not as I Do"

The vale in which souls can drown - Chris Dombrowski "Poem with Several Keatsian References, Poem Burning Up in the Fire I Lit to Warm My Son, or Do as I Say Not as I Do"

Wind in the dead chime of the aspen - Chris Dombrowski "Rex's Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year's Burn"

The difference between thistles and burrs - Chris Dombrowski "Rex's Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year's Burn"

Late November's agate-light - Chris Dombrowski "The Roofers Listen to Heart's "Crazy on You" as They Work"

The worn steel of belt-hooked hammers - Chris Dombrowski "The Roofers Listen to Heart's "Crazy on You" as They Work"

Knowing little of cathedrals - Chris Dombrowski "The Roofers Listen to Heart's "Crazy on You" as They Work"

Winter fills summer's buckets - Chris Dombrowski "Runt Puppies in the Shade under the Porch"

The canvas on loan from Gabriel - Chris Dombrowski "See that my grave is swept clean"

An anchor plummeting geologically through grass - Chris Dombrowski "See that my grave is swept clean"

Pomp among the grain and barley - Chris Dombrowski "Self-Portrait as Dandelion Head Discovered in the Crop of a Partridge"

Desperate for the meadow's coronation - Chris Dombrowski "Self-Portrait as Dandelion Head Discovered in the Crop of a Partridge"

Parked among thistles - Chris Dombrowski "September Miniatures with Blood and Mars"

Seven separate pictures of ants - Chris Dombrowski "September Miniatures with Blood and Mars"

After the storm the firmament bled - Chris Dombrowski "September Miniatures with Blood and Mars"

The river held in cupped hands - Chris Dombrowski "Serotonin"

Two crows rowing through the rain - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

The glasscut-moon healing into midday sky - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

These chambers full of fury - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

Even the silos' shadows freeze - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

Swift song keening against granite - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

Broken glass from the self's smashed bottles - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

The moon on the disbelieving cliffs - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

Elephants watered at the hydrant - Chris Dombrowski "Some Nights the River"

Darkness from the Little Dipper's spoon - Chris Dombrowski "Statesboro Blues"

The tattered hour when moths arrive - Chris Dombrowski "Statesboro Blues"

Stars draining in their sockets - Chris Dombrowski "Still Life with Starlight"

Down here in this lack of wind - Chris Dombrowski "Still Life with Starlight"

Geese falling quiet as stardust - Chris Dombrowski "Still Life with Starlight"

Invisible as a noon constellation - Chris Dombrowski "Strange Lullaby"

Hailstones galloping across the hard earth - Chris Dombrowski "Strange Lullaby"

Something as stubborn as the leaves - Chris Dombrowski "Stubborn Poem"

Until February's first chinook - Chris Dombrowski "Stubborn Poem"

Sand flaring in silence as the iron strikes - Chris Dombrowski "Stubborn Poem"

Eluding dusk's clutch - Chris Dombrowski "Study for the Ridgeline Blue in Winter"

Examine the charred chaos of day - Chris Dombrowski "Study for the Ridgeline Blue in Winter"

Escaping with the last unshattered mirror - Chris Dombrowski "Study for the Ridgeline Blue in Winter"

Surrounded by stems bent by their seeds - Chris Dombrowski "Swale"

Rest your cheek on the shoulder of the mountain - Chris Dombrowski "Tablet"

Girls conversing with magpies - Chris Dombrowski "They Knew Each Leaf Contained the Rain and Sun"

It won't come till yesterday - Chris Dombrowski "They Knew Each Leaf Contained the Rain and Sun"

Allowed the wind its interludes - Chris Dombrowski "They Knew Each Leaf Contained the Rain and Sun"

The mast of a moored cottonwood - Chris Dombrowski "They Tied the Madmen to Trees Beside the River and All the Shrinks Went Out of Business"

Opened the worn doors of his eyes - Chris Dombrowski "They Tied the Madmen to Trees Beside the River and All the Shrinks Went Out of Business"

The pileated woodpecker's maniacal laugh - Chris Dombrowski "They Tied the Madmen to Trees Beside the River and All the Shrinks Went Out of Business"

Found a route out through his eyes - Chris Dombrowski "They Tied the Madmen to Trees Beside the River and All the Shrinks Went Out of Business"

In the weight of last year's skies - Chris Dombrowski "To Carry Water"

Holding a bucket full of leaf-song - Chris Dombrowski "To Carry Water"

As dawn stretched her blue shawl - Chris Dombrowski "To the First of the Getting-Longer Days"

The guilt privilege affords - Chris Dombrowski "To the First of the Getting-Longer Days"

Two shallow cups of shadow - Chris Dombrowski "A Toast"

The old tree burdened with herself - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Clasp me to this impossible hour - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

And quiet between bird calls - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Build their improbable nest of sunlight - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

The condemned warehouse of my chest - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

In the house of an instant - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Towing her trailer of grief - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Like some strange bouquet for her table - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Truer representation of the hours' ruse - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

About to sprout like a sudden hope - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

Cinnabars where the flame burns purest - Chris Dombrowski "Trimmings"

A gathering of larch trees - Chris Dombrowski "The Turn"

Listening to billions of sand grains - Chris Dombrowski "The Turn"

A curious lantern's cadmium - Chris Dombrowski "Van Gogh's Palette"

Silver of dew on a sickle - Chris Dombrowski "Van Gogh's Palette"

No less important than the light - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

Penitent coil of wick - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

The casual horror of the iron - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

Open this spare March evening - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

By now it's another life's list - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

A kite without a wind to fill it - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

A blackbird flying so quickly west - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

As if beneath the stoppage of time - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

The last statues worthy of adoration - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

Those things uttered by the seven tongues - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

The valley's light lapidary in the canyon creases - Chris Dombrowski "Vespers Beginning as Sheep Tallow in the Hands of a Priest"

A bracelet adorning the land's pale wrist - Chris Dombrowski "Was it a sign? I think it probably was"

The thawing February afternoon - Chris Dombrowski "Was it a sign? I think it probably was"

Private islands made of water bottles - Chris Dombrowski "Weekly Apocalyptic or Poem Written on the Wall in an Ascending Space Capsule"

A phrase stricken from our language - Chris Dombrowski "Weekly Apocalyptic or Poem Written on the Wall in an Ascending Space Capsule"

The hour the world wants most from me - Chris Dombrowski "Whittling"

Heralding a savior we've already missed - Chris Dombrowski "Wind's Heroics"

Ledger of its last minutes - Chris Dombrowski "Windowsill"

Fell sideways instead of down - Chris Dombrowski "Wintering"

Brittle leaves sketching their way to rest - Chris Dombrowski "Wintering"

Urging schools of mint fish into shallows - Chris Dombrowski "Wintering"

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The wind shrieking in the zinc roof - Noemia da Sousa "Poem of Distant Childhood" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

And this poison of the moon - Noemia da Sousa "Poem of Distant Childhood" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

Tears dried in the light of revolt - Noemia da Sousa "Poem of Distant Childhood" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

The captive bird that struggles to be free - Rev. Thomas Dale "The Anniversary"

Heritage of ceaseless care - Rev. Thomas Dale "The Anniversary"

A strong though nameless spell - Rev. Thomas Dale "The Anniversary"

Decayed the hope of future years - The Rev. Thomas Dale "A Mother's Grief" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

And drink to them in rum and milk - Charles Dalmon "Early Morning Meadow Song"

What blessed inns they see - Charles Dalmon "Early Morning Meadow Song"

Sing to me out of my red fuchsia tree - Charles Dalmon "O What if the Fowler"

Lifts his head from the lip of the sea - Charles Dalmon "O What if the Fowler"

Each with its private legend - Enid Dame "Riding the D-Train"

Pays for his crumbs with an innocent song - Jacky Dandy "Jacky Dandy's Delight"

And cackles to please them - Jacky Dandy "Jacky Dandy's Delight"

Engraved into the darkest creases of my mind - Michelle Dang "Calculating U"

Algebra and geometry breathing seducing words - Michelle Dang "Calculating U"

A warning sign that I took as ecstasy - Michelle Dang "Calculating U"

Every atom of my existence faded - Michelle Dang "Calculating U"

Always ended with a tumbleweed excuse - Micah Daniels "The Secret of Youth"

Look on me with unwounding eyes - John Danyel "Why Canst Thou not, as Others Do?"

Arm not thy graces - John Danyel "Why Canst Thou not, as Others Do?"

Nothing more than a passing dream in his eternal sleep - Najwan Darwish "Near the Shrine of Saint Naum" transl. by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

On soil where myths splinter and crack - Najwan Darwish "A Violet Darkness" transl. by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

My share of the people is the transit of their ghosts - Najwan Darwish "A Violet Darkness" transl. by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

The faery bowers of former truce - Elizabeth Daryush "Throw Away the Flowers"

Sharp-tongued flame of death - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"

To drink the breath of life - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"

The stain of rich red wine - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"

Lest the ghostly perfume smell too sweet - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"

A world insistent on your pain - Allison Pitinii Davis "The Function of Humor in the Neighborhood"

A privilege to weep - Allison Pitinii Davis "The Function of Humor in the Neighborhood"

Twines the jasmine with the rose - Elizabeth A. Davis "The Sun-Kiss" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Barb'd blossom of the guarded gorse - Emily Davis "A Song of Winter (Mrs Pfeiffer)"

Be mine with all thy thorns - Emily Davis "A Song of Winter (Mrs Pfeiffer)"

That guard the growth of winged lives - Emily Davis "A Song of Winter (Mrs Pfeiffer)"

The autumn's dying sigh - Emily Davis "A Song of Winter (Mrs Pfeiffer)"

Planned me for a butterfly - Farringdon Davis "As It Ended"

maybe the Universe is hilarious - Hílda Davis "Pilate ponders where she belongs"

maybe It doesn't care about our laughter - Hílda Davis "Pilate ponders where she belongs"

I am floating with nowhere to go - Hílda Davis "Pilate ponders where she belongs"

some of us fall into this world - Hílda Davis "Pilate ponders where she belongs"

The hole from which my logic seeps - Imani Davis "Kink"

Coax a measured flood - Imani Davis "Kink"

Hidden in that wider dark - Jon Davis "Gratitude"

Your refusal a kind of gratitude - Jon Davis "Gratitude"

In the copycat soft of me - Marissa Davis "Singularity"

Taking & being this dust - Marissa Davis "Singularity"

The same perpetual breath - Marissa Davis "Singularity"

I am weeping for old memories of my favorite life - Megan E. Davis "My Favorite Life"

Through this blank season - Olena Kalytiak Davis "sweet reader, flanneled and tulled"

Firm on my slackening sky - Olena Kalytiak Davis "sweet reader, flanneled and tulled"

Went to bed with a cold fact - Starr Davis "Today, God"

Swapped prayer for sharp screams - Ajanae Dawkins "How to Witness a Miracle Without Converting"

A tenure of chaos and blood - Ajanae Dawkins "How to Witness a Miracle Without Converting"

Whose pallid cheek might win a fiend to spare - C.W. Day "Lines to J.T. of Ireland" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Seeking at such a price another's peace - C.W. Day "Lines to J.T. of Ireland" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Froze his passion with a heart of stone - C.W. Day "Lines to J.T. of Ireland" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Only I am impossible - Carlos Drummond de Andrade "Secret" (translated by John Nist)

Never pushed the garden door - Anna Bunston de Bary "Under a Wiltshire Apple Tree"

Left no footmark on the floor - Anna Bunston de Bary "Under a Wiltshire Apple Tree"

Since aspiring to a life more high - Teresa de Cepeda y Ahumada "The Soul's Desire" transl. by the Benedictines of Stanbrook

A prisoner in earth's mournful dungeon - Teresa de Cepeda y Ahumada "The Soul's Desire" transl. by the Benedictines of Stanbrook

This profit I have of my woe - Vidame de Chartres "April" transl. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

My dream and my dread are of her - Vidame de Chartres "April" transl. by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fringed with moss and flowers - Guillaume Amfrye de Chaulieu "Grotte d'ou sort ce clair ruisseau" translated by Felicia Hemans (Author attribution in source only gives 'Chaulieu' as the poet's name. Based on the translator's dates, this poet seems most likely as the author.)

And down the wings of Pegasus would fold - Tomas de Iriarte "Epistle to Don Domingo de Iriarte, on His Travelling to Various Foreign Courts" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

Which her ruins and remains attest - Tomas de Iriarte "Epistle to Don Domingo de Iriarte, on His Travelling to Various Foreign Courts" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

No longer will seem fables in your eyes - Tomas de Iriarte "Epistle to Don Domingo de Iriarte, on His Travelling to Various Foreign Courts" [Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain 1860 ed. and transl. by James Kennedy]

My roots always at a distance - Kristen De Leon "Reclaim"

Learned the language of resentment - Kristen De Leon "Reclaim"

My ancestors walking alongside me - Kristen De Leon "Reclaim"

Encouraged me to keep searching - Kristen De Leon "Reclaim"

The wind's wings waken - Leconte de Lisle "The Black Panther" (translated by W.J. Robertson)

Soft skirts of flame - Leconte de Lisle "The Black Panther" (translated by W.J. Robertson)

While time and silence roll - Katharine de Mattos "Portrait of a Lady (Unknown)"

Where gales of fragrance blow - Lorenzo de Medici "Violets" translated by Felicia Hemans

The lighthouse in the harbor burns - A.B. de Mille "Ballad"

Through the enchanted hall of dawn - Alfred de Musset "Rappelle-Toi" transl. by Henry van Dyke

silent music notes falling into night - Cenizas de Rosas "Bone Flute"

silent notes falling into dust and darkness - Cenizas de Rosas "Bone Flute"

There is no music under asphodel - Cenizas de Rosas "Bone Flute"

The sweets of life's luxuriant May - Garcilaso de Vega "Coyed de vuestra alegre primavera" translated by Felicia Hemans

When storms assail the year - Garcilaso de Vega "Coyed de vuestra alegre primavera" translated by Felicia Hemans

When the ceilings lower themselves - Harriet Dean "Blue-Prints: The Pillar"

And let night surge over you - Harriet Dean "Blue-Prints: The Pillar"

The sand stuck in an hourglass - Sasha Debevec-McKenney "YOUR BRAIN IS NOT A PRISON!"

Girdled with melody of murmuring swans - Nirupamā Debī "The Dancer" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

Smiles awake you - Thomas Dekker "A Cradle Song"

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes - Thomas Dekker "Golden Slumbers"

And care must keep you - Thomas Dekker "Golden Slumbers"

To see how fools are vexed - Thomas Dekker "Sweet Content"

Spent centuries cradled in mist - Natalia del Pilar "The Women of Matinino"

Abandon myself to joy - Clarissa Scott Delaney "Joy"

Walking is a process in ruins - Nicole Cecilia Delgado "From Barrio Obrero to La Quince" (translated by Urayodan Noel)

Threshing away time - Nicole Cecilia Delgado "From Barrio Obrero to La Quince" (translated by Urayodan Noel)

That pave heaven's highway with their bright and burning forms - Delta "Gloaming" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

Waken thoughts of Being's early day - Delta "Gloaming" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

Loves quench'd, hopes past, friends lost, and pleasures fled - Delta "Gloaming" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

To spare a raindrop - Nick Demske "I let the flies bite me when I meditate"

Reflected in faraway silhouette - Steve Denehan "The Crevasse"

A dark gas geyser - Steve Denehan "The Crevasse"

Walk to the edge of the crevasse - Steve Denehan "The Crevasse"

Light split by the glacier - Steve Denehan "The Crevasse"

Left her no object to mourn - J.C. Denovan "Oh Dermot, Dear Loved One!"

By moon, noon, and night - J.C. Denovan "Oh Dermot, Dear Loved One!"

Feathered closer to grace each time - Trace Howard DePass "[th(e)reat] --> siege engine"

As a dove picking lilies - Trace Howard DePass "[th(e)reat] --> siege engine"

In the fists of their hearts - Heather Derr-Smith "Hide Out"

stigmas on the body of air - Ekaterina Derysheva "stigmas on the body of air" transl. by Ryan Hardy, Asher Maria, and Kevin M.F. Platt

the wind finds its voices after - Ekaterina Derysheva "stigmas on the body of air" transl. by Ryan Hardy, Asher Maria, and Kevin M.F. Platt

moving in the twilight of indifference - Ekaterina Derysheva "stigmas on the body of air" transl. by Ryan Hardy, Asher Maria, and Kevin M.F. Platt

Victim of evils and of laws - Madame Deshoulieres "Reflections" transl. by Yvor Winters

Found the dark on my own - Danielle DeTiberus "The Artist Signs Her Masterpiece, Immodestly"

Transformed by their own long burning - Danielle DeTiberus "The Artist Signs Her Masterpiece, Immodestly"

Some darknesses refuse to fade - Danielle DeTiberus "The Artist Signs Her Masterpiece, Immodestly"

Smashed by the betrayal of truth - Mustafa Khelil Dewran "Let's Migrate, Darling" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Looks like tomorrow happening over again - Kym Deyn "Wolpertinger at Thebes"

Taking a shift in Delphi - Kym Deyn "Wolpertinger at Thebes"

I keep my dreams close - Kym Deyn "Wolpertinger at Thebes"

Or upside down water - Michael Dickman "Broadway"

Nor retire to any position - LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs "Cling"

variations stirred in quandary - LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs "suffering soccotash"

Time trampled on you - Lidija Dimkovska "Journey" (translated by Ljubica Arsovska)

Hung from the balconies of Hell - Lidija Dimkovska "Journey" (translated by Ljubica Arsovska)

A shield around the pain - Helen Dimos "For One Dead"

No way out of memory's labyrinth - Tove Ditlevesen "Morning" transl. by Nadia Christensen

Like hot lead into foreign ears - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni "Indian Movie, New Jersey"

Shall ask the snow for alms - Canon Dixon "The Heaving Roses of the Hedge Are Stirred"

Want the perpetuity of circles - Gregory Djanikian "Children's Hospital, Emergency Room"

Take it and fly through never - Gregory Djanikian "Children's Hospital, Emergency Room"

Highways with limitless access - Tim Dlugos "Great Art"

Darkness underneath your eyes - Tim Dlugos "Great Art"

Watch the individual colors as they surface - Tim Dlugos "Great Art"

You drawn your own breath - Tim Dlugos "Great Art"

A part of yourself lost battling the shark - Alda do Espirito Santo "The Same Side of the Canoe" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

Flying through the ten toasts - Alda do Espirito Santo "The Same Side of the Canoe" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

Came forward like a song - Duy Doan "Duet"

Volcanoes under snows - Austin Dobson "Epilogue"

The stony sermons of the street - Austin Dobson "Prologue"

At the instant of drowning - Rosemary Dobson "The Three Fates"

Seasoned with need - jayy dodd "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"

Are made the prisoners of the sun - E.R. Dodds "Measure"

The wildness of the day's mad ending - E.R. Dodds "Measure"

His eye inside you - Sharon Dolin "Evening Storm"

Your desire knit to storm - Sharon Dolin "Evening Storm"

Shining eyes who dazzled twice - Cass Donish "You, Emblazoned"

A pulsing wind below the glass - Cass Donish "You, Emblazoned"

Which blow through equinox - Cass Donish "You, Emblazoned"

The name you chose is etched into air - Cass Donish "You, Emblazoned"

That green might mean so many things - Matt Donovan "Green Means Literally a Thousand Things or More"

Where it rained always & without pity - Matt Donovan "Green Means Literally a Thousand Things or More"

Echo twice more - Matt Donovan "Green Means Literally a Thousand Things or More"

The easy glide of our past tense - Matt Donovan "Green Means Literally a Thousand Things or More"

Raptures through logs of sound - Marie-Ovide Dorceley "Sojourner"

And the bees glittered for me - Marie-Ovide Dorceley "Sojourner"

Flies in the lace of the trees - Marie-Ovide Dorceley "Sojourner"

Hollow the wind against me - Marie-Ovide Dorceley "Sojourner"

As the moon leans in close to laugh at me - Kaily Dorfman "The Wolf"

The dark seeps in faster underneath the lights - Kaily Dorfman "The Wolf"

If pleasure steal from toil one hour - Catherine Ann Turner Dorset "Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes"

Rul'd by Imperial Oberon's hand - Catherine Ann Turner Dorset "Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes"

Left her within the jaws of death - Catherine Ann Turner Dorset "Think Before You Speak; Or, The Three Wishes"

The apple green water of my mother's youthful memory - Jasmeet Dosanjh "A Spirit Friend"

Begins to disintegrate within my hand - Jasmeet Dosanjh "A Spirit Friend"

By means of a thousand strange herbs - Lizzie Doten "Love and Latin"

Dust storms in the canister of sugar - Catherine Doty "Yes"

The terrible bear with his great fierce eyes - Amanda M. Douglas "Bertie's Story and Mine" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

And can fight the bears to their very den - Amanda M. Douglas "Bertie's Story and Mine" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

The awful convex dark - Edward Doyle "Chime, Dark Bell"

The molten ore of the great stars - Edward Doyle "Chime, Dark Bell"

And with inquiries stoop down - Edward Doyle "To a Child Reading"

As firm as Sparta's king - Sir Francis Hastings Doyle "The Private of the Buffs"

The street of our fathers - r. erica doyle "Where Is She ::: Kote Li Ye"

The gates of darkness bind - Augusta Theodosia Drane "Maris Stella"

Dancing on the bosom of the deep - Miss Draper "A Lay of Ruin"

Love immortal leaped to flame - Louise Driscoll "Fireflies"

Into the night old hearts came - Louise Driscoll "Fireflies"

Where trivial clamours cease - C.J. Druce "The Meeting"

Bowing to the claim of alien currents - C.J. Druce "The Meeting"

A hundred winged whispers - Anna Harriet Drury "The First of May"

Memories that bless and burn - Dry Branch Fire Squad "Memories That Bless and Burn"

Heal your hearts with tears - Dry Branch Fire Squad "Memories That Bless and Burn"

Dark inspiration of iron times - W.E.B. Du Bois "The Song of the Smoke"

And lay in the eye of the sun - Bruce Ducker "Picnic"

Locked her words in rocks - Bruce Ducker "Picnic"

Buried whispers in pine needles - Bruce Ducker "Picnic"

Jays and juncos rallied to see - Bruce Ducker "Picnic"

And dust was either heart - Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux "Love Stronger than Death"

The hills whereon her tear-drops fell - Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux "Love Stronger than Death"

Kissed the shining feet of Twilight - Helen Dudley "To One Unknown"

Visions that witches brew - Helen Dudley "To One Unknown"

Oblivion has your shadow - Lauri Garcia Duenas "O" (translated by Olivia Lott)

Pumping diluted blood - Marilyn Dumont "Leather and Naughahyde"

Thorns and love in the roses' bed - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "Amid the Roses"

Satan too must linger there - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "Amid the Roses"

'Tis bitter thus to lose thee - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "Farewell"

To crown you glorious - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "To the Negro Farmers of the United States"

And now the brook can see the sky - Edith Dunham "Our Little Brook" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Loves the silvery moon and sings to it at night - Edith Dunham "Our Little Brook" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

A stopping place before they reach the sea - Edith Dunham "Our Little Brook" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Of breath exhaled from wooden ribs - Iris Jamahl Dunkle "House Empty Speaks a Loud Truth, 2018"

Its waters will keep broadcasting - Iris Jamahl Dunkle "House Empty Speaks a Loud Truth, 2018"

The grand doctrine of the classic age - B.F.D. Dunn "Our Heritage" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

Across the awful space that marks their course - B.F.D. Dunn "Our Heritage" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

May struggle with great odds to gain - B.F.D. Dunn "Our Heritage" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

Spreading in sheets of gold - Meghan Dunn "Ode to Butter"

This permission I give myself - Meghan Dunn "Ode to Butter"

Not greatly larger than a star - Lord Dunsany "The Return of Song"

That was humble among the gods - Lord Dunsany "The Return of Song"

Returning the gift of song - Lord Dunsany "The Return of Song"

Through treachery of light - Marcella Durand "from The Prospect"

Into the contours of a shared life - Joanne Durham "Sunrise Sonnet for My Son"

In an angle of my heart - Anjela Duval "Karantez-Vro" (translated by dhampyresa)

A spirit caught among its wires - John Hunter Duvar "John A'Var's Last Lay"

Dying as echo dies - John Hunter Duvar "John A'Var's Last Lay"

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little sisters belong beneath crowns - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

the golden age of gone traditions swept away - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

to live under an infinite eclipse - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

tiara of sunbeads, scepter of starlight - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

a remedy tucked under your tongue - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

the metropolis is a labyrinth of serpents and ghouls - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

a labyrinth of serpents and ghouls - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

the type of monster you used to love - Caroline Dinh "City Girls"

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Dryads haunting the groves - H.D. "Acon"

Nereids who dwell in wet caves - H.D. "Acon"

And Assyrian wine to shatter her fever - H.D. "Acon"

Perishes upon burnt grass - H.D. "Acon"

Play traitor to my soul - H.D. "At Ithaca"

Your scarlet foot so deftly placed - H.D. "The bird-choros of Ion"

Will save you from the arrow-flight - H.D. "The bird-choros of Ion"

Break across a blood-stained throat - H.D. "The bird-choros of Ion"

The kiss of your white fire - H.D. "Cassandra"

This bitter power of song - H.D. "Cassandra"

With the trophy of zeal - H.D. "Charioteer"

Will see no visions of after - H.D. "Charioteer"

Bend them to my wish - H.D. "Circe"

Alter them with a touch - H.D. "Circe"

How shall I call you back? - H.D. "Circe"

From the sharp edges of the earth - H.D. "Circe"

Turned each to his own self - H.D. "Circe"

Shut me from the earth - H.D. "Circe"

Sleeps on the stones of Delphi - H.D. "Demeter"

And found only the crackling of ivy - H.D. "Demeter"

Till fire shatter the dark - H.D. "Demeter"

The first buds of the chill narcissus - H.D. "Demeter"

First tasted under Apollo's lips - H.D. "Evadne"

Hyacinth which the wind combs back - H.D. "Evadne"

My hands keep the gold they took - H.D. "Evadne"

Beat not the portal down - H.D. "Flute Song"

Silent until my song - H.D. "Flute Song"

Your sweetness is more cruel - H.D. "Fragment Forty"

Honey and salt - H.D. "Fragment Forty"

Fire darted aloft and met fire - H.D. "Fragment Forty"

About to fall shattered with flame spent - H.D. "Fragment Forty"

When love stands with such radiant wings - H.D. "Fragment Forty"

Scorched at the edge to white - H.D. "Fragment Forty-one"

Shameless and still radiant - H.D. "Fragment Forty-one"

Though beauty is slain when I perish - H.D. "Fragment Sixty-eight"

More set with sparks to slay - H.D. "Fragment Sixty-eight"

Shake white light in whiter water - H.D. "Fragment Thirty-six"

Rift on rift of rose and scattered light - H.D. "Fragment Thirty-six"

Your anger charms me - H.D. "From the Masque"

Ill with dust as you with stain - H.D. "From the Masque"

Your tense, short space of blazing sun - H.D. "From the Masque"

Hard as the descent of hail - H.D. "Garden"

Fruit cannot drop through this thick air - H.D. "Garden"

And blunts the points of pears - H.D. "Garden"

These ripe pears are bitter to the taste - H.D. "The Gift"

Myrtle overran the paths - H.D. "The Gift"

Honey and amber flecked each leaf - H.D. "The Gift"

Remembering past enchantments and past ills - H.D. "Helen"

White ash amid funereal cypresses - H.D. "Helen"

Cut from an awkward block of ship-wood - H.D. "Helen in Egypt, Eidolon, Book III: 4"

Strove for a name - H.D. "Heliodora"

We fled inland with our flocks - H.D. "The Helmsman"

Pastured them in hollows - H.D. "The Helmsman"

And the salt track of the marsh - H.D. "The Helmsman"

Broke hyssop and bramble - H.D. "The Helmsman"

Whom the sea-orchard shelters from the west - H.D. "Hermes of the Ways"

Too late ripened by a desperate sun - H.D. "Hermes of the Ways"

That struggles through sea-mist - H.D. "Hermes of the Ways"

Twisted by many bafflings - H.D. "Hermes of the Ways"

Where sea-grass tangles with shore-grass - H.D. "Hermes of the Ways"

And a crown of honey-flowers - H.D. "Holy Satyr"

Answering note for note - H.D. "Holy Satyr"

Gold apples set with silver apple-leaf - H.D. "Lais"

The work of frosted fruit - H.D. "Lais"

The peach has already withered - H.D. "Late Spring"

Where the slow river meets the tide - H.D. "Leda"

The dying heat of sun and mist - H.D. "Leda"

Old deep memories to mar the bliss - H.D. "Leda"

If the sun could blister my feet - H.D. "The Look-out"

Blackened stalks of mint - H.D. "Mid-Day"

Take the moon in your hands - H.D. "The Moon in Your Hands"

The night has cut each from each - H.D. "Night"

But leave the stark core of the rose - H.D. "Night"

To name and watch each flower - H.D. "Nossis"

Flung her name against the dark - H.D. "Nossis"

A shelter wrought of flame and spirit - H.D. "Nossis"

The honey-seeking, golden-banded - H.D. "Orchard"

Was not more fleet than I - H.D. "Orchard"

Spare us from loveliness - H.D. "Orchard"

Poisoned with the rage of song - H.D. "Orion Dead"

The rage of song - H.D. "Orion Dead"

Tear the full flowers - H.D. "Orion Dead"

Petals on the black earth - H.D. "Orion Dead"

Have lost heart for this - H.D. "Orion Dead"

And tear all the roots from the earth - H.D. "Orion Dead"

Lost pace with the winds - H.D. "Orion Dead"

Silver dust lifted from the earth - H.D. "Pear Tree"

No flower ever parted silver - H.D. "Pear Tree"

And ripe fruits in their purple hearts - H.D. "Pear Tree"

No gift within our hands - H.D. "Prayer"

Patterned in fire and letters - H.D. "Prisoners"

Desperate faces at each cell - H.D. "Prisoners"

Burnt to red-purple in the cup - H.D. "Prisoners"

Yet his old glory enchants - H.D. "Projector"

Master of shrines and gateways - H.D. "Projector"

A king of blazing splendour and of gold - H.D. "Projector"

With meagre counterfeit of ancient rite - H.D. "Projector"

Anodyne of balm and fir and myrtle-trees - H.D. "Projector"

That never saw the sun fall in the sea - H.D. "Projector"

Still holds the print of your foot - H.D. "Pursuit"

Moss-weed root tangled in sand - H.D. "Sea Iris"

One petal like a shell is broken - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Print a shadow like a thin twig - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Rigid myrrh-bud, camphor-flower - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Drag up colour from the sand - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Iris-flowers above the waves - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Stained among the salt weeds - H.D. "Sea Iris"

Amber hust fluted with gold - H.D. "Sea Poppies"

Treasure spilled near the shrub-pines - H.D. "Sea Poppies"

Caught root among wet pebbles - H.D. "Sea Poppies"

A wet rose single on a stem - H.D. "Sea Rose"

Such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf - H.D. "Sea Rose"

The sea-violet fragile as agate - H.D. "Sea Violet"

The wind among the torn shells - H.D. "Sea Violet"

Let the pears cling to the empty branch - H.D. "Sheltered Garden"

Your coaxing will only make a bitter fruit - H.D. "Sheltered Garden"

Better to taste of frost - H.D. "Sheltered Garden"

And the red seed of the red vervain - H.D. "Simaetha"

White as ash bled of heat - H.D. "Simaetha"

Hail blazing in sheet-lightning - H.D. "Simaetha"

Forked lightning rending the sleet - H.D. "Simaetha"

Baffled in wind and blast - H.D. "Stars Wheel in Purple"

Burden the trees with black drops - H.D. "Storm"

A weighted leaf in the wind - H.D. "Storm"

Soft kisses like bright flowers - H.D. "Telesila"

From amber stones to onyx flecked with violet - H.D. "Thetis"

Set some seal on my bitter heart - H.D. "Toward the Piraeus"

If I escape your evil heart - H.D. "Toward the Piraeus"

Have flung my worship before your feet - H.D. "Toward the Piraeus"

As with crackle of golden resin - H.D. "Toward the Piraeus"

As in rain of a kingly storm - H.D. "Toward the Piraeus"

Who drove harnessed scorpions before her - H.D. "The Walls Do Not Fall"

With small grace reveal - H.D. "We Two"

Within the tangles of my brain - H.D. "We Two"

Where once I stood alone - H.D. "We Two"

We no longer sleep in the wind - H.D. "The Wind Sleepers"

And pay tribute with a song - H.D. "The Wind Sleepers"

Sea-birds that cry discords - H.D. "The Wind Sleepers"

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Swam in its polluted river - Tarik Dobbs "Artist Statement"

States are mined and undermined - Tarik Dobbs "Artist Statement"

A thirst trap hinged on diaspora - Tarik Dobbs "Artist Statement"

Each reference is a wandering - Tarik Dobbs "Artist Statement"

A mandate of wounded vanity - Tarik Dobbs "Deconstructing My Birth"

Both the night and the lantern - Tarik Dobbs "Deconstructing My Birth"

The djinn shows me many moons - Tarik Dobbs "A Djinn in Sakhnin"

Undivided by the hard lines of empire - Tarik Dobbs "A Djinn in Sakhnin"

Until the battlefields bittered our pollen - Tarik Dobbs "Mad Honey"

A toast of bottled kerosene - Tarik Dobbs "Parade in Gaza: The Model Is About to Be Burned"

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Loose clutter and human mystery - Jim Daniels "Approaching and Passing an Epiphany"

The moment the numbers add up - Jim Daniels "Balancing the Checkbook"

The patience of a splinter - Jim Daniels "Birth Marks"

The benefit of its traceless disappearance - Jim Daniels "Birth Marks"

The spilled ink of birds in a hurry - Jim Daniels "Boxing Toward the Promised Land"

Silence carries its own venom - Jim Daniels "Boxing Toward the Promised Land"

Its own venom and many false antidotes - Jim Daniels "Boxing Toward the Promised Land"

Tight enough to choke back tears - Jim Daniels "Church Reform"

Loaded with broken clocks - Jim Daniels "Church Reform"

Through the sands of the broken hourglass - Jim Daniels "Church Reform"

The graceful swirls of confidence - Jim Daniels "Cosmetic"

Drifting forever away from me - Jim Daniels "The Dark Miracle"

The hairline crack of sanity - Jim Daniels "The Dark Miracle"

Burning out the clutch of the heart - Jim Daniels "The Dark Miracle"

In morning's definite light - Jim Daniels "The Dark Miracle"

The shame of the bargain - Jim Daniels "The Dark Miracle"

To dig all the way to hell - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"

Stranded far from their ships - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"

Deep, profound joy and menace - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"

Weeds already rising from the dead - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"

Stood defiantly abandoned - Jim Daniels "Exterior with Quiet"

Squared off with silence - Jim Daniels "Exterior with Quiet"

Into another absent night - Jim Daniels "The Family Price"

On the twisted road to recover - Jim Daniels "The Family Price"

A comfortable state of oblivion - Jim Daniels "Feed Corn"

Open space blooming awkward between - Jim Daniels "Final/Not Final"

The cool gap of her future - Jim Daniels "Final/Not Final"

Shadows erect their cold scaffolding - Jim Daniels "Final/Not Final"

The lesson for today is survival - Jim Daniels "Final/Not Final"

Of a dead-dream basement - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

One of many unnamed fields - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

Quarter moons and mutant moons - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

In the brown brittle of fall - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

The charred remains of despair's good times - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

In the language of luxury - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

Muddy boots of retreat - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

Footprints frozen into angles - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

The rough bricks of what we had inherited - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

Such a crush on cruelty - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

Heavenly toxic fumes - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

We counted on the rapture - Jim Daniels "Foundation"

The stubborn faith of the abandoned child - Jim Daniels "The Geography of Detroit"

With layered silence and dust - Jim Daniels "Good Reception"

With secret benefits and obvious liabilities - Jim Daniels "Good Reception"

Dreams are silent - Jim Daniels "The Gravity of Math"

Liquid life goes on - Jim Daniels "Hit and Run"

The ritual singing of sirens - Jim Daniels "Hit and Run"

By the light of his pure joy - Jim Daniels "I Dreamt I Wrote a Poem About Jazz"

Underground salt mines of fiery tears - Jim Daniels "I Dreamt I Wrote a Poem About Jazz"

Practicing the ritual of betrayal - Jim Daniels "Last Picked"

A prayer book tinted with red sorrow - Jim Daniels "Last Picked"

Swiped change and cracked promises - Jim Daniels "Last Picked"

Studying the phrases of the moon - Jim Daniels "Lip Gloss, Belgium"

Formed with the letters of the first lie - Jim Daniels "Lip Gloss, Belgium"

The moon's last dark smudge - Jim Daniels "Lip Gloss, Belgium"

Gilded cats guarding the empty bridge - Jim Daniels "Listening to '96 Tears' by? and the Mysterians While Looking Down from My Third-Floor Window at a Kid Crossing the Panther Hollow Bridge"

The wind like an old friend - Jim Daniels "Listening to '96 Tears' by? and the Mysterians While Looking Down from My Third-Floor Window at a Kid Crossing the Panther Hollow Bridge"

To grieve with our common friends - Jim Daniels "Making a Case for the Letter"

Tears do not add up - Jim Daniels "On Tears"

To lose the dogs of grief - Jim Daniels "On Tears"

There's no saving the moon - Jim Daniels "On Tears"

The stars grains of salt - Jim Daniels "On Tears"

At the fountain flowing for summer - Jim Daniels "One Arm Raised"

Reunited members of the unacknowledged - Jim Daniels "The Religious Significance of the Super Ball"

The fragile delicacy of a charcoal snake - Jim Daniels "The Religious Significance of the Super Ball"

Silence leaked from her bones - Jim Daniels "The Religious Significance of the Super Ball"

In a reckless, indestructible surge - Jim Daniels "The Religious Significance of the Super Ball"

Hunched into a streetlight saint - Jim Daniels "Self-portrait with Cigarette"

Ragged bundles of thorns - Jim Daniels "Self-portrait with Cigarette"

Write my name with fire - Jim Daniels "Self-portrait with Cigarette"

A bloody kiss at thirty paces - Jim Daniels "Slaughter Ball"

His battered suitcase of the unspoken - Jim Daniels "Souvenir"

Memory against time - Jim Daniels "Souvenir"

At the door of my dreams - Jim Daniels "Those of Us Without AC"

The recent abuses of math - Jim Daniels "Treaty"

The blue spinning record of grief - Jim Daniels "Treaty"

The grim shapeless weight of erosion - Jim Daniels "Treaty"

On the blackboard of their souls - Jim Daniels "The Worn Knees and Elbows of My Alcoholic Uncles"

Limbo disguised as purgatory - Jim Daniels "The Worn Knees and Elbows of My Alcoholic Uncles"

Clouded by smoke and desire - Jim Daniels "The Worn Knees and Elbows of My Alcoholic Uncles"

Smile crooked in drunk light - Jim Daniels "The Worn Knees and Elbows of My Alcoholic Uncles"

The strain of the straight lines - Jim Daniels "The Worn Knees and Elbows of My Alcoholic Uncles"

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My accrued vacancy - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

Of pit-baked avarice - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

On striving's pebbly shore - Kyle Dargan "But My Chains"

Disbelief is no immunity - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Tripping from blaze to frost - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Shed another season - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

Exhumed by the curiosities - Kyle Dargan "Daily Conscription"

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Woke up on an abandoned shore - Jose Hernandez Diaz "The Abandoned Shore"

Would no longer scar his autumnal heart - Jose Hernandez Diaz "The Fire Eater"

Pondered the redundancy of rain - Jose Hernandez Diaz "The Flame"

With the intention of abandoning - Jose Hernandez Diaz "Hey,"

With the desire of growing lilacs - Jose Hernandez Diaz "Hey,"

Beneath the candle of the moon - Jose Hernandez Diaz "Hey,"

Climbed the mountain of fear - Jose Hernandez Diaz "The Mountain Man"

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Our lady of strange dreams - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Praise of Shame"

From an urn she poured live fire - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Praise of Shame"

The pomp of all passions passed - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Praise of Shame"

The white phantom ships of dawn - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Praise of Shame"

And the sullen hills frowning - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"

And the shadows were not yet long - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"

And the hours forgot to pass - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"

And the pale moon came up silently - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"

A waste garden, flowering at its will - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Pools that dreamed black and unruffled - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Curious flowers, before unknown - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Flowers that were stained with moonlight - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Of one brief moment in a sunset - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Exquisitely nurtured by the stars - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

The scented dew long cupped in lilies - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Never a sunrise mars the luminous air - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

White as the snow on pathless mountains - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

An ivory lute with strings of gold - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Round his neck three chains of roses - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Wreathed with moon-flowers pale - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Till he came unasked by night - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

The sun holds all the earth and all the sky - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

From the gold throne of this midsummer day - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

The shadow of a sigh breathes on the leaves - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Lies silent in the shimmering heat - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

In the wood's deep heart I lay me down - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

A ruby tremulous on a streak of light - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

One spray of honeysuckle sweats and dreams - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

With one wild honey-bee for acolyte - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Leaving unbroken all their blossoming bows - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Imagined lutes make voiceless harmonies - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

False flutes sigh before the gates of sleep - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Of many woes the perfect recompense - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

In the merry noon that danced before my tedious night - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Golden reflections in the lake of vanished years - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Shadows that I may not take into my hands again - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Drifting like gilded ghosts before my eyes - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Beneath the waters of forgotten things - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Mellow with old loves that used to burn - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Rustles beneath the wind in playful whim - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Hushed are the monotones of doves and bees - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

Shining raiment meet to deck enchantments and imaginings - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

I hear Night calling to the sea - Lord Alfred Douglas "Wine of Summer"

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Singing alone to the years - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

And the west remembers the sun - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

Cities that stir in a dream - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

And fame like a young curled leaf - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

A honeyed stab on the air - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

The trembling sun of eyes - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

Where climbs the grey winter - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

Gathers the song in its boughs - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

The patience of firelight - Olive Tilford Dargan "Old Fairingdown"

Answered like a dreaming Muse - Olive Tilford Dargan "Path Flower"

Out of such sacred thirst - Olive Tilford Dargan "Path Flower"

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Weaves his dream of clouds - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

The gold-dusted curtains of the air - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

The spell and music of the moon - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

The thirst of infinite desire possessed me - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

Radiance, fragrance, fire and joy - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

The height of a great mountain forested with night - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

Unworded songs and musics never heard - Ruben Dario "Autumnal" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

The complaint from out the deep - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

And the wave the wind surprises weeps - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

To the chanting of the races of the sea - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

Clarions of horizons calling - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

Mountain voices calling vibrate there - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

On the distant breeze's quaking the lion's roar - Rubén Darío "Nightfall in the Tropics" Thomas Walsh

Made to resist the fury of the storms - Ruben Dario "Poets! Towers of God!" (translation by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva)

Breakwaters of eternity - Ruben Dario "Poets! Towers of God!" (translation by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva)

On the rock of harmony - Ruben Dario "Poets! Towers of God!" (translation by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva)

Your laughing banners now unfold - Ruben Dario "Poets! Towers of God!" (translation by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva)

The protest of the breeze - Ruben Dario "Poets! Towers of God!" (translation by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva)

Precious gifts of quietness - Ruben Dario "A Sonnet on Cervantes" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

Knight-errants bold and free - Ruben Dario "A Sonnet on Cervantes" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

Laughter from a madness so divine - Ruben Dario "A Sonnet on Cervantes" transl. by Thomas Walsh and Salomon de la Selva

Where you put your bullet - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Through the enormous vertebrae of the Andes - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Join Hercules' cult to Mammon's - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Poets from the old days of Netzahualcoyotl - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

In the footsteps of the great feet of Bacchus - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Panic in the alphabet learned - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Trembles in hurricanes and lives - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Of Saxon eyes and barbarous soul - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

Thousands of puppies loose - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

To keep us in your tight grip - Ruben Dario "To Roosevelt" transl. unknown per poets.org

And bathe me in thy sun - Ruben Dario "To the Country"

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Lassoed by day-dreams - Boris Dralyuk "Babel at the Kibitz"

Sped along by whips with gilded handles - Boris Dralyuk "Babel at the Kibitz"

Forever stuck between two sweetly rotten towns - Boris Dralyuk "Babel at the Kibitz"

Those penny-ante Xanadus - Boris Dralyuk "Bargain Circus"

The darkness your light supports - Boris Dralyuk "The Bureau of Street Lighting"

Make our private misery the star - Boris Dralyuk "The Bureau of Street Lighting"

Will not let the zodiac distract us - Boris Dralyuk "The Bureau of Street Lighting"

Imperiled by the current and the wind - Boris Dralyuk "The Catch: On Translation"

The atlas of my sunken continents - Boris Dralyuk "Dictionary of Omissions"

Perpetual agenda of regret - Boris Dralyuk "Dictionary of Omissions"

Our yellowed labels all spell doom - Boris Dralyuk "Emigre Library"

The river I will never recover - Boris Dralyuk "Lethe"

Immune to time and innocent of pain - Boris Dralyuk "The Minor Masters"

Sinks deep into the dunes of time - Boris Dralyuk "My Hollywood: A Triptych: I. Aspiration"

Ruin was inscribed in what he built - Boris Dralyuk "My Hollywood: A Triptych: II. The Flower Painter"

Linoleum's absurd and personal mystique - Boris Dralyuk "Notation"

Withholding judgment on our misdemeanors - Boris Dralyuk "The Passing of the Bungalows"

Now your dominion comes to closure - Boris Dralyuk "The Passing of the Bungalows"

Featureless and polished plutocracy - Boris Dralyuk "The Passing of the Bungalows"

The harvest of long thought - Boris Dralyuk "R. B. Kitaj's 'Los Angeles'"

Your exile meets you at the airport - Boris Dralyuk "Stravinsky at the Farmers Market"

Which spread like scentless, soundless fog - Boris Dralyuk "Universal Horror"

Against the grownup world's uncertain horrors - Boris Dralyuk "Universal Horror"

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Inside the pool of exposed wires - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Cheerios"

Back from the wilderness of worry - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Cheerios"

Under the new vastness of this wreckage - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

Breaking blighted pigeon eggs - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

To will those gossamer embryos into growth - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

Gleaning herbs in the evening - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

As swallows swerve in the fallow air - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

Of the rosemary we leave to freeze - Geffrey Davis "The Epistemology of Rosemary"

The minor intimacy of that secret - Geffrey Davis "For the Child's Mole"

Begging against the grave song - Geffrey Davis "For the Child's Mole"

The sorry endlessness of the blues - Geffrey Davis "For the Child's Mole"

Where only tenderness would think to look - Geffrey Davis "For the Child's Mole"

Long enough for me to burn - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

Into the well of our survival - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

The privacy of blood - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

The dark effort of tomorrow - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

This earthly cacophony - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

The light of his laughter - Geffrey Davis "Hear the Light"

Into the everyday teeth of the world - Geffrey Davis "King County Metro"

In the fabulous folds of tomorrow - Geffrey Davis "King County Metro"

Consume half of everything it gives - Geffrey Davis "King County Metro"

Cup its first and last notes - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Against the hive's collapse - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Ask the strange hands of the wind - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

A small number of promises called tomorrow - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

The kingdom of my blooming - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Your questions between prayer and faith - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

The miracle I have yet to finish - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Plummet through your thinking - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Every green reason to wait - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

Set the wild air humming for rot - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"

The ruined grounds of the first prayer - Geffrey Davis "Prayer with Miscarriage/Grant Us the Ruined Grounds"

Fiercer than our cleaved breathing - Geffrey Davis "Prayer with Miscarriage/Grant Us the Ruined Grounds"

Nothing blooms in the old field of maybe - Geffrey Davis "Prayer with Miscarriage/Grant Us the Ruined Grounds"

No sound flowers above please - Geffrey Davis "Prayer with Miscarriage/Grant Us the Ruined Grounds"

Suspended by the boundlessness of waiting - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Elijah-Man"

Tree frogs blossoming after a country rain - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Farmhouse"

Each shift of the winds of remembering - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Farmhouse"

Ancient valleys reignited by more lightning - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Farmhouse"

Settle on the porch of waiting and listening - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Farmhouse"

Before the sweeping threat of summer thunderstorms - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Farmhouse"

Make music to the bone - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Harmony (I)"

That mercurial measure of contact - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Harmony (I)"

If only to know the shared sinew - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Harmony (I)"

The song carried in your hands - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Harmony (I)"

To the bitter border of divorce - Geffrey Davis "What I Mean When I Say Truck Driver"

Accuracy moving deeper than mechanics - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Burying itself in the blue memory below - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Into the chasm of exhaustion - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Send whispers across water - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Deeper into the swallow of its force - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Adds the sharp thunder of his cry - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Smoke clears from her smile - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Tacked to the brittleness of yesterday - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

Seeds spilled across another year - Geffrey Davis "What We Set in Motion"

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Horns trumpeting over the flat-roofed acacia - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

Standing in the fields of praise - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

Gathering the people's broken minds - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

Your voice reaching back to the mountains - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

This dread will one day stand in this soil - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

And find his feet growing roots - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

Soon the earth will be darker for the arrival of Solomon - Kwame Dawes "African Postman"

Taking out a next mortgage on my soul - Kwame Dawes "Alado Seanadra"

The dream a dying man has - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

Covered in light and shadow - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

Familiar as all dawns - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

Rewriting his theology of eternity - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

Shadowed by the swirling clouds - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

The end of the crusade - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

A continuous tomorrow - Kwame Dawes "At Anchor: The Real Situation"

The way of naming the enemy - Kwame Dawes "from 'A Coda to History: 28. It Is Not As If'"

In the inadequate way of symbols - Kwame Dawes "from 'A Coda to History: 28. It Is Not As If'"

Dance in the fulcrum of history - Kwame Dawes "from 'A Coda to History: 28. It Is Not As If'"

The calculus of property - Kwame Dawes "from 'A Coda to History: 28. It Is Not As If'"

Heavy with portents of snowfall - Kwame Dawes "Dawn"

Transported into the net of naked trees - Kwame Dawes "Dawn"

My soul is crying out the deep confusion - Kwame Dawes "Dawn"

Tears are the language of the unspeakable - Kwame Dawes "Dawn"

Learned the value of dirt - Kwame Dawes "Dirt"

A place of stone and entanglements - Kwame Dawes "Dirt"

If you feed me with thin parchment - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

Ancient rivers that green the desert's edge - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

The bitter taste of your commanding - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

My belly burning with the acid of your ire - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

To feed on the burdens of your heart - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

The dry brush set aflame by your truth - Kwame Dawes "Eat"

A music that lures us to peace - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

The path of being led into terror - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

Selfish with answers - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

The secrets of my calming beauty - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

With the fabric of our uncertainty - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

Share the remnant sweetness - Kwame Dawes "How I Pray in the Plague"

The haunting has killed before - Kwame Dawes "It Bruises, Too"

The disasters we make - Kwame Dawes "It Bruises, Too"

The blood of survivors coursing through my veins - Kwame Dawes "Land Ho"

In the season of drought and hurricane - Kwame Dawes "Last Days"

The tyranny of present danger - Kwame Dawes "Last Days"

Trying to calculate the debts he still owes - Kwame Dawes "Last Days"

As deep as plummet sounds - Kwame Dawes "Last Days"

The stars die a million years ago - Kwame Dawes "Last Days"

The acrid reminder of failure - Kwame Dawes "New Year's Eve in Addis"

The gold and the precious silver of tradition - Kwame Dawes "New Year's Eve in Addis"

The promise of forgetting all thing - Kwame Dawes "New Year's Eve in Addis"

The ordinary rituals of facing new days - Kwame Dawes "New Year's Eve in Addis"

Giving you a palm full of wasps - Kwame Dawes "Purple"

The surprise of purple and the scent of rain - Kwame Dawes "Purple"

Built lasting monuments of severe stone - Kwame Dawes "Requiem"

Recall in requiem the scattering of my tribe - Kwame Dawes "Requiem"

Sweet requiem for the countless dead - Kwame Dawes "Requiem"

Soft pathways for the praying bird - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

With ritual pauses for breath and pity - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

In the sudden white light of noon - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

Everything of reverie starts to crumble - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

Emerge from the valley of contradictions - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

Dream up a conceit for this journey - Kwame Dawes "Shook Foil"

The orderly silence of the wolf country - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

Their eyes still hungry with dreams - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

Carrying the iron of purpose in them - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

Hear the steel of a new century creaking - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

All memory becomes the fiction of survival - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

Dark with the legacies of brokenness - Kwame Dawes "Steel"

This alchemy of concret in the vein - Kwame Dawes "Talk"

Who will let loose a river of lament - Kwame Dawes "Talk"

Teach us the tongues of the angry - Kwame Dawes "Talk"

Flow with the warm healing of anger - Kwame Dawes "Talk"

Waited too long to howl against the night - Kwame Dawes "Talk"

Can conjure hope in anything - Kwame Dawes "Trickster III"

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Try and figure out how to breathe - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Catching against my heartbeat - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Chiron in broken bathroom light - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Moonlight slipping from his eyes - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Bright enough to burn the whole sky - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Air slips between my teeth - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

Stuck to the blood and the pulse - Beasa A. Dukes "After Watching 'Moonlight'"

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raw-red from offering white flags - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"

you're a conscript to this battlefield - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"

fatigues borrowed from some dead comrade - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"

gunpowder scorching the tender from your fingers - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"

Nobody's got time for snowflakes - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"

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The sky is a ceiling I wake to - Meg Day "Another Night at Sea Level"

Damp with the wicking of latent ache - Meg Day "Another Night at Sea Level"

Caught the huge moon in my throat - Meg Day "Another Night at Sea Level"

Who has stepped out of that sky - Meg Day "Another Night at Sea Level"

Of maps that lead to vacancies - Meg Day "Batter My Heart, Transgender'd God"

Chart the distance from my pride - Meg Day "Batter My Heart, Transgender'd God"

Until dawn bleaches it bare - Meg Day "Big Sky Domestic"

This eerie glow of stucco sky - Meg Day "Big Sky Domestic"

Pinwheels that tilt when we exhale - Meg Day "Big Sky Domestic"

The wallpapered shadow of a secret self - Meg Day "Big Sky Domestic"

Proves nothing save my certainty - Meg Day "Elegy in Translation"

Only wanted to hear the sea - Meg Day "Elegy in Translation"

Whose orbit didn't circle straight - Meg Day "If You're Staying, I'll Stay Too"

Rounded by my own gravity - Meg Day "If You're Staying, I'll Stay Too"

I drink of this drought - Meg Day "Listening in the Dark"

A woman of gunpowder & lead - Meg Day "Once All the Hounds Had Been Called Home"

Scaled the fence in silence - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

How it gestured toward our defiance - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

Traveling through the dark of another's shadow - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

With the moon at our feet - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

Smearing the cicadas' electric scream - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

A train of unseen movements made singular - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

Stalking their muscled silhouettes - Meg Day "The Permanent Way"

Except to appear with answers - Meg Day "Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible]"

On the first day there was no sound - Meg Day "Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible]"

I made a photograph of my name - Meg Day "Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible]"

A pale sound like running - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"

Its song a staff of light - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"

A drowsy penny in the belt of Venus - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"

Pull the night up over our heads - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"

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Stand within Time's crumbling walls - Benjamin De Casseres "The-Circle-That-Looks-Like-A-Line"

Weave at Eternity's looms - Benjamin De Casseres "The-Circle-That-Looks-Like-A-Line"

Leagued with the Sphinx - Benjamin De Casseres "The-Circle-That-Looks-Like-A-Line"

With my ear at the keyhole of Eternity - Benjamin De Casseres "The Peeper"

The marrow of their ancient griefs - Benjamin De Casseres "The Protagonist"

The dust of my acts - Benjamin De Casseres "The Rotted Ideal"

Framed in ebon memories - Benjamin De Casseres "The Rotted Ideal"

Seeker in gutter and star - Benjamin De Casseres "Tantara! Tantaro!"

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Static hush - Kendra DeCola "Playlist: 11 Weeks"

Become beaming and undone - Kendra DeColo "Playlist: 11 Weeks"

My footsteps like notes of ash - Kendra DeColo "Seville"

Puncturing a flap of heaven - Kendra DeColo "Seville"

The cartography of longing - Kendra DeColo "Seville"

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Charmed by that siren lay - Walter de la Mare "Alexander"

Break out of the briar's boughs - Walter de la Mare "All That's Past"

When the March winds wake - Walter de la Mare "All That's Past"

Every drop is as wise as Solomon - Walter de la Mare "All That's Past"

Tales told in dim Eden - Walter de la Mare "All That's Past"

Flowered frost congeals - Walter de la Mare "Alone"

The fox howls from his frozen lair - Walter de la Mare "Alone"

Wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell - Walter de la Mare "Alone"

My candle a silent fire - Walter de la Mare "Alone"

Warbled sweetly strange enchanted words - Walter de la Mare "As Lucy Went a-Walking"

The mistletoe with globes of sheenless grey - Walter de la Mare "Before Dawn"

The holly mid ten thousand thorns - Walter de la Mare "Before Dawn"

Burning stars in darkness of the snow - Walter de la Mare "Before Dawn"

A dusk where one dim lamp burns - Walter de la Mare "Before Dawn"

Her flowers of glamourie spilled - Walter de la Mare "Beware!"

Night with her darkened caravans - Walter de la Mare "Beware!"

Fields of stars that strangely stir - Walter de la Mare "Beware!"

Fox and adder and weasel know - Walter de la Mare "Bewitched"

Made me a changeling to my own - Walter de la Mare "Bewitched"

Of salt billow was her birth - Walter de la Mare "The Blind Boy"

Where the bluebells and the wind are - Walter de la Mare "Bluebells"

Where the primrose and the dew are - Walter de la Mare "Bluebells"

These stones by time in ruin laid - Walter de la Mare "The Corner Stone"

Crouched listening in the darkness - Walter de la Mare "Cumberland"

Silence, like a billow, drowned - Walter de la Mare "Cumberland"

Mute shadows creeping slow - Walter de la Mare "The Dark House"

Some minutest atom shake - Walter de la Mare "The Dark House"

Some fretting ruin make - Walter de la Mare "The Dark House"

Take the far stars for fruit - Walter de la Mare "The Disguise"

While the ghosts keep tryst - Walter de la Mare "The Disguise"

Only the robin perched on a thorn - Walter de la Mare "Down-Adown-Derry"

Ice where the lily bloomed - Walter de la Mare "Down-Adown-Derry"

Whispering shades on Lethe's shore - Walter de la Mare "The Dreamer"

No trophy in my hands - Walter de la Mare "The Dreamer"

Murderess of all ecstasies - Walter de la Mare "Dust to Dust"

By Babylon's river languishing - Walter de la Mare "Dust to Dust"

Mute shadows creeping slow - Walter de la Mare "The Empty House"

Cleaving the skies with an echoing cry - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

With secret symbol of line and word - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

Beneath the dark's ensilvered arch - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

Iron pin and emerald larch - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

In dells of rose and meadowsweet - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

In mazed dances the fairies flit - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

A mist on faint winds borne - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

Morning enshrines the empty hill - Walter de la Mare "The Enchanted Hill"

Divide the seer from the seen - Walter de la Mare "Eyes"

And moonbeams weave a crown - Walter de la Mare "The Flight"

In the hollow arch of space - Walter de la Mare "The Flight"

The Pleiads seven stand watch - Walter de la Mare "The Flight"

Where life's shadows pass - Walter de la Mare "The Fool's Song"

Doles out Nevers and Nots - Walter de la Mare "The Fool's Song"

To creep from out the silent skies - Walter de la Mare "Full Moon"

From the roots of the dark thorn - Walter de la Mare "The Ghost"

When echo lurks by the waters - Walter de la Mare "The Ghost"

In chaos of vacancy shone - Walter de la Mare "The Ghost"

The dangers of the dark engage - Walter de la Mare "Happy England"

Upon hills of thyme and heather - Walter de la Mare "Happy, Happy It Is To Be"

At the hives of his tame bees - Walter de la Mare "The Honey Robbers"

Edging across the twilight air - Walter de la Mare "The Honey Robbers"

Thieves of a guise remotely fair - Walter de la Mare "The Honey Robbers"

Beneath the branches of the moon - Walter de la Mare "The Horn"

That bowed down like barley - Walter de la Mare "I Saw Three Witches"

That mocked the poor sparrows - Walter de la Mare "I Saw Three Witches"

Parrots of sapphire and sulphur and amber - Walter de la Mare "The Isle of Lone"

Snared young foxes in the dells - Walter de la Mare "The Isle of Lone"

From the hiding-place of memory - Walter de la Mare "The Journey"

Sad with the echo of their reproaches - Walter de la Mare "The Journey"

Knocking on the moonlit door - Walter de la Mare "The Listeners"

Pinned up sharp in the ghost of a shawl - Walter de la Mare "The Little Creature"

As soon as dark's dreams begin - Walter de la Mare "The Little Creature"

Snared is my heart in a nightmare's gin - Walter de la Mare "The Little Creature"

And the horned snail leaves home - Walter de la Mare "The Little Green Orchard"

All but the silence gone - Walter de la Mare "The Little Green Orchard"

A night of stars and snow - Walter de la Mare "The Little Salamander: To Margot"

The wild fires of frost - Walter de la Mare "The Little Salamander: To Margot"

The wild fires of frost shall light - Walter de la Mare "The Little Salamander"

Dance burning through the night - Walter de la Mare "The Little Salamander: To Margot"

Three and thirty birds there stood - Walter de la Mare "Melmillo"

And the wind where nothing is - Walter de la Mare "The Mermaids"

Deaf to the hidden bells - Walter de la Mare "The Mermaids"

What's your gold compared with mine? - Walter de la Mare "The Midden's Song"

One last candle burning low - Walter de la Mare "Mistletoe"

Mocking the dark with ecstasies - Walter de la Mare "Mistress Fell"

Wafts on her plumes like mist - Walter de la Mare "The Moth"

Swirls and sways to her strange tryst - Walter de la Mare "The Moth"

Empty scene of water and willow - Walter de la Mare "Motley"

And bear me out of the dark - Walter de la Mare "Mrs. Grundy"

Forgetting my pitiless banishment - Walter de la Mare "Mrs. Grundy"

Poison thy mouth with deviltries - Walter de la Mare "Mrs. Grundy"

Whose beauty dims my waking eyes - Walter de la Mare "Music"

Rapt in strange dreams burns - Walter de la Mare "Music"

With solemn echoing stirs - Walter de la Mare "Music"

Her flowers in vision flame - Walter de la Mare "Music"

This haunt of brooding dust - Walter de la Mare "Music"

Utter their hollow speech - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

Rapt in irradiant reverie - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

And in the zenith silver music wake - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

That shallow pool of day - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

The coursers of the dark stamp down - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

In the zenith silver music - Walter de la Mare "Nightfall"

The shining footsteps of the moon - Walter de la Mare "Nocturne"

Their fleeces charged with gold - Walter de la Mare "Nod"

Outnumber a noon's roses - Walter de la Mare "Nod"

The quiet steeps of dreamland - Walter de la Mare "Nod"

Out from the elm-tree's noonday shadow - Walter de la Mare "Off the Ground"

Seven fine churches and five old mills - Walter de la Mare "Off the Ground"

Till they take this changeling creature - Walter de la Mare "Peak and Puke"

Him they stole with spells and charms - Walter de la Mare "Peak and Puke"

Like a phantom through the glades - Walter de la Mare "The Quarry"

In the venomed yew tree - Walter de la Mare "The Quiet Enemy"

Mists to muffle midnight tide - Walter de la Mare "The Quiet Enemy"

Hold ajar the wicket gate - Walter de la Mare "The Quiet Enemy"

And wait patient treacherous time away - Walter de la Mare "The Quiet Enemy"

And set a careless mind aflame - Walter de la Mare "The Remonstrance"

All longing in safe banishment - Walter de la Mare "The Remonstrance"

Time's cold had closed my heart about - Walter de la Mare "The Remonstrance"

In flame of candle and hearth - Walter de la Mare "The Revenant"

Of unforgottenness a bitter draught - Walter de la Mare "The Revenant"

A strange riddle both did share - Walter de la Mare "The Riddlers"

Perched all upon a sweetbriar bush - Walter de la Mare "The Riddlers"

When rocked in starry nest - Walter de la Mare "The Riddlers"

To where Sirius barks behind huge Orion - Walter de la Mare "The Ride-by-Nights"

Surge pell-mell down the Milky Way - Walter de la Mare "The Ride-by-Nights"

The cricket shrills from stone to stone - Walter de la Mare "The Ruin"

From the clock popped the cuckoo - Walter de la Mare "Sam's Three Wishes; or Life's Little Whirligig"

The pixy-pears burn in yon hawthorn tree - Walter de la Mare "Sam's Three Wishes; or Life's Little Whirligig"

Hear the thrushes all mocking him - Walter de la Mare "Sam's Three Wishes; or Life's Little Whirligig"

Under the elm trees' lengthening shadow - Walter de la Mare "Sam's Three Wishes; or Life's Little Whirligig"

And scan the skies for crows - Walter de la Mare "The Scarecrow"

My worn reeds broken - Walter de la Mare "The Scribe"

Shrill evensong the cricket sings - Walter de la Mare "Sleeping Beauty"

An April bud on winter-haunted trees - Walter de la Mare "Sleeping Beauty"

Singing round the root - Walter de la Mare "Sleepyhead"

To sing of buttercups and dew - Walter de la Mare "Sleepyhead"

All in an icy quiet, forlorn - Walter de la Mare "Snow"

A robin shrills his lonely tune - Walter de la Mare "Snow"

From her dark-gnarled yew-tree lair - Walter de la Mare "Snow"

The cricket whistling while the dewdrops fall - Walter de la Mare "Some One"

Showed in dreams to me - Walter de la Mare "The Song of Soldiers"

Crying his sorceries shrill and clear - Walter de la Mare "Sorcery"

While the sweet swallow bends her wings - Walter de la Mare "Sorcery"

Seek not the face of Pan to see - Walter de la Mare "Sorcery"

His ax shone keen and grey - Walter de la Mare "Sorcery"

Only Pan singing sweet - Walter de la Mare "Sorcery"

The soundless mansion of the sun - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"

Molten glass from furnace run - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"

And the flower of the gorse burned on - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"

And his name was Dream - Walter de la Mare "The Stranger"

Not a whisper comes again - Walter de la Mare "The Stranger"

Dappled with the moon's beam - Walter de la Mare "The Stranger"

The fruit that makes men wise - Walter de la Mare "The Stranger"

With fire in his skull for torch - Walter de la Mare "Sunk Lyonesse"

Whose marble flowers bloom - Walter de la Mare "Sunk Lyonesse"

Their carver with heart of stone - Walter de la Mare "Sunk Lyonesse"

Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh - Walter de la Mare "The Sunken Garden"

Secret herbs their spices shower - Walter de la Mare "The Sunken Garden"

All her sorrows, bitter rue - Walter de la Mare "The Sunken Garden"

Latticed from the moon's beams - Walter de la Mare "The Sunken Garden"

They told me Pan was dead - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

Where the grey elder-thickets hang - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

My soul had charged with sorcery - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

The primrose sets the seal - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

Tears of an antique bitterness - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

A white lily with seven blooms thereon - Walter de la Mare "The Three Beggars"

Out of earth's vast unknown - Walter de la Mare "The Titmouse"

The primroses scattered by April - Walter de la Mare "The Truants"

The albatross lone on the spray - Walter de la Mare "The Truants"

Flee into some forgotten night - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

A music wistful for the sea-nymph's sake - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

In Time's smallest clock's minutest beat - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

Where in to sing love's requiem - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

Take the far stars for fruit - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

While the ghosts keep tryst - Walter de la Mare "The Tryst"

Those orchards mute of song - Walter de la Mare "Two Houses"

Shadowing the dizzied street - Walter de la Mare "The Two Houses"

In nodding cavalcade advancing - Walter de la Mare "The Unchanging"

Their unearthly scattered talk - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

In translucent shafts of sunshine - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

Inwoven of moonbeams and foam - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

In unknown regions astray - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

Stealing soft enchantment from their eyes - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

A waft of flocking linnets - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

The porch dust-still, vine-wreathed - Walter de la Mare "The Unfinished Dream"

Steadfast refuge from a fickle heart - Walter de la Mare "Vain Questioning"

The bright-heeled constellations - Walter de la Mare "Voices"

Spinning the guileless hours away - Walter de la Mare "Voices"

Watching in the gathering twilight - Walter de la Mare "Voices"

Wide are the meadows of night - Walter de la Mare "Wanderers"

Through the dusk with muffled bell - Walter de la Mare "The World of Dream"

Night's elfin lanterns burn and gleam - Walter de la Mare "The World of Dream"

Turns away from the whispering shore - Walter de la Mare "The World of Dream"

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The refrain of the song of extinction - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

Sunlight on the fur of a rabbit stilled - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

Blackberries enough to light the brain - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

With the star charts of a sweetness - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

The undertow of the expanding universe - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

Unaccountable acorns, midnight loam, overgrown meadows - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

A wee spore adrift among the fireflies - Dante Di Stefano "Green Burial Unsonnet"

Doesn't know iceberg from melt - Dante Di Stefano "My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Talks to the Rain as the Amazon Burns"

Doesn't know wildfire - Dante Di Stefano "My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Talks to the Rain as the Amazon Burns"

Gather lifetimes on one small petal - Dante Di Stefano "My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Talks to the Rain as the Amazon Burns"

Write yourself hopeful - Dante Di Stefano "Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)"

In handwriting made heavy - Dante Di Stefano "Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)"

Carve your devotion - Dante Di Stefano "Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)"

Whose pain unraveled and broke you - Dante Di Stefano "Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)"

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Curled ribbons of fried light - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

The pressure of molecule & memory - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Their handless work of transmutation - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Grief for my elemental life - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Juiceless yet swelling mirage - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

How much love can a desert drink - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

My inheritance is hydrogen - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Risen up from dust, abundant - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

The first wound was a clock - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Over night's black dunes - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

The air broken by lighting - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Through wind-flooded canyons - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

In the map of my hand - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Except how water touches land - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Dusk buds their breathing wings - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Even the eye's small water - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Sun-chromed ravens in early devotion - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Mistake the pool for moon water - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

The obligation of breaking - Natalie Diaz "Duned"

Losing something new - Natalie Diaz “From the Desire Field”

The witched hours of want - Natalie Diaz “From the Desire Field”

Walk into what I am - Natalie Diaz "lake-loop"

Woven like water, through itself - Natalie Diaz "lake-loop"

An emotional museum of water - Natalie Diaz "lake-loop"

Because the light called - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

Split bodies stroked bright - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

A lash of breath - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

The war I was born toward - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

Songs against her body - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

A work of all good yokes - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

Think the pain is ours - Natalie Diaz "Skin-Light"

A clot of clouds - Natalie Diaz "They Don't Love You Like I Love You"

Maps are ghosts - Natalie Diaz "They Don't Love You Like I Love You"

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Requires sorest need - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life I: Success"

Imps in eager caucus - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life III: Rouge et Noir"

And only the waves reply - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life V"

Or help one fainting robin - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life VI"

The trampled steel that springs - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life VIII"

What concerns our mutual mind - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life X: In a Library"

When Plato was a certainty - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life X: In a Library"

Lived where dreams were sown - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life X: In a Library"

And handled with a chain - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life XI"

Lonely houses off the road - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life XV"

Clear strains of hymn - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life XVII: The Book of Martyrs"

No future but itself - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life XIX: The Mystery of Pain"

The little toil of love - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Life XXII"

By the right of the white election - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love I: Mine"

In the scarlet prison - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love I: Mine"

In vision and in veto - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love I: Mine"

Left me boundaries of pain - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love II: Bequest"

Pain capacious as the sea - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love II: Bequest"

Between eternity and time - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love II: Bequest"

Ceded all of dust - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love V"

If only centuries delayed - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love VI"

Wind the months in balls - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love VI"

Subtracting till my fingers dropped - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love VI"

Time's uncertain wing - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love VI"

And angels know the rest - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love VII: With a Flower"

Your little draught of life - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love IX"

Upon the polar hem - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love X: Transplanted"

Wandering down the latitudes - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love X: Transplanted"

Came to continents of summer - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love X: Transplanted"

Birds of foreign tongue - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love X: Transplanted"

To Eden wandered in - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love X: Transplanted"

My river waits reply - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XI: The Outlet"

I'll fetch you brooks - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XI: The Outlet"

Without my right of frost - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XII: In Vain"

Foreign on my homesick eye - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XII: In Vain"

To be where you were not - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XII: In Vain"

Bound to opposing lands - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XIII: Renunciation"

When all of time had failed - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XIII: Renunciation"

The name they dropped upon my face - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XIV: Love's Baptism"

The privilege of one another's eyes - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XV: Resurrection"

Behind this soft eclipse - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XVI: Apocalypse"

The gold in using wore away - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XVII: The Wife"

As the sea develops pearl and weed - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Love XVII: The Wife"

New feet within my garden - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature I"

A troubadour upon the elm - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature I"

Still the pensive spring returns - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature I"

Covert in April, candid in May - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature II: May-Flower"

Dear to the moss - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature II: May-Flower"

The robin in every human soul - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature II: May-Flower"

Nature forswears antiquity - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature II: May-Flower"

An orchard for a dome - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature VI: A Service of Song"

Last year's sundered tune - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature VIII: Summer's Armies"

Some old fortress on the sun - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature VIII: Summer's Armies"

And bees to entertain - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

Pretty tunes the breezes fetch - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

Thread the dews all night - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

As lowly spices gone to sleep - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

Amulets of pine - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

Sunshine threw his hat away - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XI: Summer Shower"

The wizard-fingers never rest - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

That heard the tale of dews - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

Some rumor of delirium - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

Dimly stirred by tropic hint - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

A too presumptuous psalm - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

Strews the land with opal bales - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XIII: The Sea of Sunset"

And vanish with fairy sails - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XIII: The Sea of Sunset"

Doth not wait for June - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XIV: Purple Clover"

Contending with the grass - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XIV: Purple Clover"

When cancelled by the frost - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XIV: Purple Clover"

And split their pods of flame - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XX: Two Worlds"

No blackbird bates his jargoning - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XX: Two Worlds"

Of dawn the ancestor - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXI: The Mountain"

Whose fingers brush the sky - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXIV: The Wind"

Old sophistries of June - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVII: Indian Summer"

A blue and gold mistake - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVII: Indian Summer"

That cannot cheat the bee - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVII: Indian Summer"

Thy sacred emblems to partake - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVII: Indian Summer"

The rose is out of town - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXVIII: Autumn"

Caught without her diadem - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXIX: Beclouded"

Like the weight of cathedral tunes - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXXI"

Shadows hold their breath - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXXI"

The distance on the look of death - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XXXI"

One dignity delays for all - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity I"

The breeze in her castle of sunshine - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity IV"

Sweet birds in ignorant cadence - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity IV"

The years in the crescent above - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity IV"

Diadems drop and Doges surrender - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity IV"

The slow archangel's syllables - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity V"

And cipher at the sign - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity VI: From the Chrysalis"

Settled firm on Paradise - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XIX"

And the junction be Eternity - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XIX"

As a reed bent to the water - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XX"

The east afraid to trust the morn - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXIV"

Between our feet and day - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXIX: Resurgam"

Between the spirit and the dust - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXXI"

The daisy follows soft - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXXIV"

Enamoured of the parting west - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXXIV"

Behind this mortal bone - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXXV: Emancipation"

Of more esteem than ducats - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Time and Eternity XXXVI: Lost"

Bring an unaccustomed wine - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life II"

Chase like the June bee - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life III"

Stoops to an easy clover - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life III"

Then to the royal clouds - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life III"

Homesick for steadfast honey - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life III"

Till qualified for pearl - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life IV"

The light of unanointed blaze - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life VII: The White Heat"

Let no pebble smile - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life IX: The Test"

Give balm to giants - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life IX: The Test"

In keen and quivering ratio - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XI: Compensation"

Sharp pittances of years - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XI: Compensation"

Bitter contested farthings - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XI: Compensation"

Coffers heaped with tears - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XI: Compensation"

Punctual as a star - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XVII: The Railway Train"

The vision of latitudes unknown - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXIII"

Too lifted for the scant degree - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXIV: Too Much"

Without the fear to justify - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXIV: Too Much"

The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXV: Shipwreck"

Victory comes late - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXVI"

Held low to freezing lips - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXVI"

Keeps his oath to sparrows - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXVI"

Happy in my sparrow chance - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXVII: Enough"

Seemed to choose my door - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXI"

Afflicts me with a double loss - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXI"

To a fine, pedantic sunshine - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXII"

Not so much as David had - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXIII: The Duel"

For frigid hour of mind - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXIV"

Scares muslin souls away - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXIV"

The tapestries of paradise - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXIV"

Adored with caution - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXV: The Goal"

The saints' slow diligence - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXV: The Goal"

By a life's low venture - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXV: The Goal"

Eternity enables the endeavoring again - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXV: The Goal"

Anecdotes of air in dungeons - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXVII"

Till it argued him narrow - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXVIII: The Preacher"

The angels labored diligent - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XXXIX"

Spectre cannot harm, serpent cannot charm - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XL"

Anger as soon as fed - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLII: Time's Lesson"

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLIII: Remorse"

A presence of departed acts - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLIII: Remorse"

Far ends of tired days - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLVIII"

The deer invites no longer - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLIX"

Than it eludes the hound - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life XLIX"

Had been hungry all the years - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life L: Hunger"

And touched the curious wine - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life: L Hunger"

Did not know the ample bread - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life: L Hunger"

Unfitted by an instant's grace - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LI"

Homesick feet upon a foreign shore - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LII"

Haunted by native lands - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LII"

Ascend in ceaseless carol - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LII"

In brass and scarlet dressed - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LVI: Melodies Unheard"

With late, celestial face - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LVI: Melodies Unheard"

For the onset of eternity - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LVII: Called Back"

Recede the disappointed tide - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Life LVII: Called Back"

To all the lists of clay - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love I: Choice"

The atom I preferred - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love I: Choice"

And mists are carved away - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love I: Choice"

A millionaire in little weaths - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love III"

For firm conviction of a mouse - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love VI"

And sigh for lack of heaven - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love VI"

Futile the winds to a heart in port - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love VII"

The leaves November left - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love VIII: At Home"

Yield her moat of pear - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Love IX: Possession"

The timid prayer of the minutest cricket - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature I: Mother Nature"

The place called morning - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature II: Out of the Morning"

Before the hills like hindered rubies - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature IV: Day's Parlor"

Purple could not keep the east - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature IV: Day's Parlor"

This audience of idleness - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature VII: The Butterfly's Day"

Discretion in the interval - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature VIII: The Bluebird"

And shouts for joy to nobody - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature VIII: The Bluebird"

An axe shrill singing - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature IX: April"

Belted down with emerald - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XI: My Rose"

The ones that Midas touched - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIII: The Oriole"

The meteor of birds departing - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIII: The Oriole"

Dreaded that first robin so - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIV: In Shadow"

Dared not meet the daffodils - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIV: In Shadow"

Acknowledgment of their unthinking drums - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIV: In Shadow"

Evanescence with a revolving wheel - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature The Humming-bird"

What sorcery had snow? - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XVI: Secrets"

Mermaids in the basement - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIX: By the Sea"

The dew upon a dandelion's sleeve - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIX: By the Sea"

My shoes would overflow with pearl - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIX: By the Sea"

Shorter than a snake's delay - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXV: The Mushroom"

The germ of alibi - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXV: The Mushroom"

As from emerald ghost - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXVI: The Storm"

The doom's electric moccason - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXVI: The Storm"

The bell within the steeple wild - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXVI: The Storm"

That stiffens quietly to quartz - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXVIII"

Cannot harm a foe so reticent - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXXV: The Rat"

Flung a menace at the earth - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXXVII: A Thunder-storm"

The lightning showed a yellow beak - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XXXVII: A Thunder-storm"

Enabled by his royal dress - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLI"

The sunset in a cup - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLII: Problems"

Reckon the morning's flagons - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLII: Problems"

How far the morning leaps - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLII: Problems"

The maple's loom is red - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLVII: Summer's Obsequies"

Until the North evoked it - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLVIII: Fringed Gentian"

From the east unto the east again - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature L: The Snow"

Flings a crystal veil - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature L: The Snow"

The brother of the universe - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature LI: The Blue Jay"

Too fragile for winter winds - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XI"

In broken mathematics - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XII"

Vast, in its fading ratio - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XII"

Not expressed by suns alone - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXV"

Lies in ceaseless rosemary - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXV"

A spur upon the soul - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXVI"

To go without the spectre's aid - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXVI"

The roses in life's diverse bouquet - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXII: Gone"

Met by the gods with banners - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXIII: Requiem"

There must be guests in Eden - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXIII: Requiem"

Dim as the border star - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXIII: Requiem"

Could not breathe without a key - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXV"

Repeal the beating ground - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXV"

Useless as next morning's sun - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXVI: Till the End"

Neighborhoods of pause - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXVII: Void"

A lesser rank of victors - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XXXIX: Saved!"

The sparrow of your care - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XL"

With long fright and longer trust - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XL"

Instinct picking up the key - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XLI: The Forgotten Grave"

The key dropped by memory - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XLI: The Forgotten Grave"

Veil your deathless tree - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Time and Eternity XLII"

Little I could care for pearls - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life I: Real Riches"

But possible to earn - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life II: Superiority to Fate"

The soul with strict economy - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life II: Superiority to Fate"

For fear to be a king - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XIV: Aspiration"

Came with less of fear - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XV: The Inevitable"

Indebtedness to oxygen - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXVI"

The obligation to electricity - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXVI"

My acre of a rock - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXVII"

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXVII"

Ashes denote that fire was - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXX: Fire"

But infinite to venture - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXXII: Ventures"

The stones at bottom of my mind - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXXV: Disenchantment"

Blamed the fate that fractured - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXXV: Disenchantment"

Grew as I pursued - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXXVII: Lost Joy"

Enlarged beyond my utmost scope - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XXXVII: Lost Joy"

The posture of our immortal mind - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XLII"

A bone has obligations - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life XLIV"

A brief campaign of sting and sweet - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life LI"

Bliss is sold just once - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life LII"

Bisected now by bleaker griefs - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Life LV: Childish Griefs"

His merit all my fear - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love II: Love's Humility"

The exponent of breath - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love III: Love"

The limit of my dream - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love IV: Satisfied"

Floods are served to us in bowls - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love IV: Satisfied"

When whippoorwill and oriole are done - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love VI: Song"

A word which bears a sword - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love X: Forgotten"

Stuns you by degrees - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love XII: The Master"

Prepares your brittle substance - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love XII: The Master"

An antique fashion shows - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love XV"

Not mar that perfect dream - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love XIX: Dreams"

The wealthy fly upon his pane - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Love XXI: Longing"

The formula of sound - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature III"

Tidy breezes with their brooms - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature IV: The Waking Year"

Upon a pile of wind - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XII"

Have never passed her haunted house - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XIV: A Well"

Private like breeze - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XVI: The Wind"

The everlasting clocks chime noon - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XVI: The Wind"

Or emptied by the sun - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XVII"

A snake is summer's treason - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XIX: A Snake"

Stars the trinkets at her belt - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXI: The Moon"

Discarded you for duties diamond - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXIII: The Balloon"

So distant to alarm - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXVII: Aurora"

Whom none but daisies know - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXVII: Aurora"

Tipped in tinsel by the wizard sun - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXVIII: The Coming of Night"

Just a dome of abyss - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXVIII: The Coming of Night"

Whose Genesis is June - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Nature XXIX: Aftermath"

Contempt of generations - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity I"

Learn in the retreating - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity II"

A glee among the garrets - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity V: Ending"

How dare the robins sing - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XII"

As far from time as history - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XVII: Asleep"

As cool to speech as stone - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XVII: Asleep"

As if my trade were bone - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XVII: Asleep"

As children to the rainbow's scarf - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XVII: Asleep"

Laid her docile crescent down - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XIX: The Monument"

With those same boots of lead - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XXX

A privilege of hurricane - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XXXI"

As stars that drop anonymous - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XXXIV"

From an abundant sky - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XXXIV"

Simulate the breath so well - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XLI"

Descend among the cunning cells - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XLI"

Between the heaves of storm - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XLVI: Dying"

Fate following behind us - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity XLIX"

Blistered in my dream - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity L: The Soul's Storm"

Water is taught by thirst - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LI"

That great water in the west - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LII: Thirst"

This pendulum of snow - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LIII"

Decades of arrogance between - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LIII"

Overgrown by cunning moss - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LIV: Charlotte Bronte's Grave"

When frosts too sharp became - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LIV: Charlotte Bronte's Grave"

Through realm of briar - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LVI"

By the claw of dragon - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LVI"

That makes no show for dawn - Emily Dickinson "Book 3: Time and Eternity LVII: Sleeping"

And what a wave must be - Emily Dickinson "Certainty"

To see if Immortality unveil - Emily Dickinson "My life closed twice before its close--"

In a moment contraband - Emily Dickinson "Part Five: The Single Hound"

Does not concern the bee - Emily Dickinson "Pedigree"

Offended by the wind - Emily Dickinson "She sped as the Petals of a Rose"

Aristocrat of time - Emily Dickinson "She sped as the Petals of a Rose"

Secure against its own - Emily Dickinson "The Soul unto itself (683)"

The Soul should stand in Awe - Emily Dickinson "The Soul unto itself (683)"

Leave me Ecstasy - Emily Dickinson "Take All Away from Me, but Leave Me Ecstasy"

Just a look at the horses - Emily Dickinson "Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord"

Tie the strings to my life - Emily Dickinson "Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord"

Stop one heart from breaking - Emily Dickinson [untitled]

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Every building wears a milk-white dome - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "After a Snow Storm"

Supplied the crystal square to grace - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "On a Frosty Morning"

Brings seasons of sorrow - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "Thoughts on Creation"

Tossing their golden pebbles in the stream - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "Thoughts on Creation"

The crystal pond where gold-fish play - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "Thoughts on Creation"

The opening beauties of thy face - Mrs. Elizabeth Dimond "To My Granddaughter"

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The difficult music of bones - Jordi Doce “Guest”

The sobriety of a machine - Jordi Doce “Guest”

The wheel of appearances - Jordi Doce “Guest”

Slow like suspicion - Jordi Doce “Guest”

Words stained by hunger - Jordi Doce “With Eyes Opened on the Edge of the World”

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May chance to linger - Mary Mapes Dodge "Be Careful"

Of your echoless feet - Mary Mapes Dodge "A Birthday"

Grieving would be sin - Mary Mapes Dodge "Coming"

Wasn't worth a lead dollar - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Dainty Miss Rose"

Cherished only by yourselves - Mary Mapes Dodge "Elfin Jack, the Giant Killer"

To her cruel, fatal prison - Mary Mapes Dodge "Elfin Jack, the Giant Killer"

Signing his name with an icicle quill - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Mayor of Scuttleton"

Hung his hat on a feather - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Mayor of Scuttleton"

The food your hearts shall eat - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Moral"

On honest toil intent - Mary Mapes Dodge "My Laddie"

And sang as they neared us - Mary Mapes Dodge "Nell and Her Bird"

Have sky to drink - Mary Mapes Dodge "Nell's Notions"

If the flowers had wings - Mary Mapes Dodge "Oh, No!"

With rage at the lark - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Pig and the Lark"

Not one of them thrives - Mary Mapes Dodge "Poor Crow!"

In thy dreams caress thee - Mary Mapes Dodge Rhymes and Jingles (p.25)

Takes a leaf of live-forever - Mary Mapes Dodge Rhymes and Jingles (p.38)

And frightened the music away - Mary Mapes Dodge Rhymes and Jingles (p.109)

The price of their thriving - Mary Mapes Dodge "Song of Summer"

An eaglet can afford to wait - Mary Mapes Dodge "Taking Time to Grow"

All things grieve her - Mary Mapes Dodge "Ten Kinds"

Look at me without turning - Mary Mapes Dodge "That's What We'd Do"

Spoils your brightest day - Mary Mapes Dodge "Willie's Lodger"

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The floor becomes air - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Beauty's Daydream"

On one leg of wick - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Candle Flame"

The earth beneath one finger - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Classroom Globe"

Erase another wrinkle - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "The Ironing Hour"

A meddling of tricks - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "The Pea Episode"

The breakfast of lead - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Pencil Sharpener"

With a million midnight spots - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Pepper Shaker"

A hiccup of frog's tiny heart - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Creatures"

What fossils still sleep undergroud? - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Curiosity"

What happens when meteors collide? - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Curiousity"

In a picture framed on an invisible wall - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Imagination"

Birdhouse hanging from a make-believe branch - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Imagination"

Beneath a trillion leaves cloud-braided - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Nature"

Balance on a tangle of puzzled roots - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Nature"

Puzzled roots in a wilderness of secrets - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Nature"

As raindrops speak small lullabies - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Nature"

Claimed it as her good luck charm - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Ordinary Things"

Beneath as rainstorm of summer stars - Rebecca Dotlich "Room of Place"

Dream forever and tomorrow - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Place"

Small drips of Sunday's cloud - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Praise"

Wrinkling out a language of ancient trees - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Praise"

Carve snow prints on a sidewalk vanished - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Quiet"

Padded in white and wind - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Quiet"

Trace these scribbles of old gold - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Science"

A slow clock in a deep forest - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Time"

Wrote my wish upon a kite - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Wishes"

Sailed my name up high and free - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Wishes"

A pinwheel blur of silver spokes - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Wishes"

Where the breeze whispers and the sun bubbles - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Wishes"

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Wake up with a second chance - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"

Blown open to a blank page - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"

Saddles tooled with singular stars - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"

Why children might fear a carousel - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"

Morning bells stuck on snooze - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"

Discarded my smile but not my teeth - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"

Trembling along its axis - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"

Shape themselves around that one bright seizure - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"

Left out, banging at the gates - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"

Broke the water into a thousand needles - Rita Dove "Someone's Blood"

Now that the wheel has broken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"

Grief is the constant - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"

Hope: the last word spoken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"

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Breaking the broken things - Cheryl Dumesnil "Breaking the Broken Things"

Where promised snow always refuses to fall - Cheryl Dumesnil "Breaking the Broken Things"

Along the filigree of your demise - Cheryl Dumesnil "Colossal Failure of Human Design, We Celebrate the 100th Anniversary of Your Death"

The only way to enter death - Cheryl Dumesnil "Colossal Failure of Human Design, We Celebrate the 100th Anniversary of Your Death"

Like soldiers begging - Cheryl Dumesnil "Colossal Failure of Human Design, We Celebrate the 100th Anniversary of Your Death"

Always equated you with breath - Cheryl Dumesnil "Fever Dream"

Decided love was possible - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Flock"

That bastard son rises again - Cheryl Dumesnil "Good Morning Heartache"

Brushes dust from his lips - Cheryl Dumesnil "Good Morning Heartache"

Hollow skulls of the innocent dead - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Heart Has Four Chambers"

Part of us always stays back - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Heart Has Four Chambers"

Offered a handful of tinfoil stars - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Heart Has Four Chambers"

Just this moment's infinite expanse - Cheryl Dumesnil "How to Slice Bananas"

That one hunger devouring all others - Cheryl Dumesnil "Instinct"

The heart shocked awake - Cheryl Dumesnil "It's not the Holy Spirit"

Reversing direction mid-air - Cheryl Dumesnil "It's not the Holy Spirit"

Expecting to meet grief on the trail - Cheryl Dumesnil "Lake Dharma"

Last week's rusty eclipse - Cheryl Dumesnil "Lake Dharma"

Like a bridge toward starlight - Cheryl Dumesnil "Love Song for the Drag Queen at Little Orphan Andy's"

Ate hunger for breakfast - Cheryl Dumesnil "Melodrama of the Suburban Kindergartener"

Trying to fashion a woman out of glass - Cheryl Dumesnil "A Million Silver Minnows"

Arithmetic does not ease pain - Cheryl Dumesnil "A Million Silver Minnows"

A school of impotent songs - Cheryl Dumesnil "A Million Silver Minnows"

Daily parade of exquisite losses - Cheryl Dumesnil "Notes to Myself on the Morning after His Birth"

If you hold them long enough - Cheryl Dumesnil "Notes to Myself on the Morning after His Birth"

When you bring us this light - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to October"

Illuminating all my sins - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to October"

Hidden under autumn's leaves - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to October"

A revelatory metaphor for greed - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to Pink Floyd"

The invisible scripts of our minds - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to Pink Floyd"

The ghost voice of a beloved long dead - Cheryl Dumesnil "Ode to Pink Floyd"

On the brink of losing my form - Cheryl Dumesnil "Prayer for Beginning"

Right before it breaks - Cheryl Dumesnil "Prayer for Beginning"

Not matter forced to earth - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Problem Is"

An urn spilling truth - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Red-Shouldered Hawk, the Raven"

Nights holding stars as puncture wounds - Cheryl Dumesnil "Some Days Are Skin as Tinfoil"

Invite her absence to tea - Cheryl Dumesnil "A Thousand Words for Goodbye"

Stars whispering behind veils - Cheryl Dumesnil "What You Were Doing Up There"

The space between voice and echo - Cheryl Dumesnil "What You Were Doing Up There"

Earth holding space hostage - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Words Are"

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Until my soul is lost - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Absence"

Passion’s wide and shoreless sea - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Absence"

In Warning Course - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Absence"

Some rock of rest - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Absence"

Weary of the wind - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Absence"

Where brood the grieving skies - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Beyond the Years"

Smiles to rise and doff its fears - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Beyond the Years"

Dream in calm delight - Paul Laurence Dunbar "By the Stream"

An emblem fit of human life - Paul Laurence Dunbar "By the Stream"

Myriad lights and wondrous mysteries - Paul Laurence Dunbar "By the Stream"

Jewels of the brave old year - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Christmas in the Heart"

Pauper of the earth - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Christmas in the Heart"

And palaces of air - Paul Laurence Dunbar "The Dreamer"

Rose-coloured dreams adorning - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Dreams"

A pint of joy and a peck of sorrow - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Life"

Laughs at the thunder when it mutters - Paul Laurence Dunbar "The Meadow Lark"

Heralds of some dire disaster - Paul Laurence Dunbar "The Meadow Lark"

Because the year is dying - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Merry Autumn"

And leaves that should be dressed in black - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Merry Autumn"

Stir the dark weeds with the turn of the tide - Paul Laurence Dunbar "The Murdered Lover"

And tosses a kiss at the stars - Paul Laurence Dunbar "The Rising of the Storm"

Faltering that the road is steep - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Slow through the Dark"

To spend a while in sleep - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Slow through the Dark"

The storm obscures the sky - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Slow through the Dark"

Flows like a stream of glass - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Sympathy"

Counting all our tears - Paul Laurence Dunbar "We Wear the Mask"

The sun has slipped his tether - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Waiting"

The cruel wind is rising with a whistle and a wail - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Waiting"

Knelling crashes upon my dreams - Paul Laurence Dunbar "Waiting"

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Pure speed held back for the finish - Stephen Dunn "Always Something More Beautiful"

Veer off to follow some feral distraction - Stephen Dunn "Always Something More Beautiful"

A face for noon - Stephen Dunn "At His House"

A face for dusk - Stephen Dunn "At His House"

Give permission to the dark - Stephen Dunn "Backyard"

Needed a scalpel to locate scruples - Stephen Dunn "Building a Person"

Cake and candle celebrations - Stephen Dunn "A Card from Me to Me"

Asking in advance to be forgiven - Stephen Dunn "A Card from Me to Me"

The acceptable cruelty of nature - Stephen Dunn "A Card from Me to Me"

The limitations of desire - Stephen Dunn "A Circus of Needs"

Prayed to our shadows for clouds - Stephen Dunn "A Concise History of the Future"

As convincing as our souls - Stephen Dunn "A Concise History of the Future"

Coveting little pieces of light - Stephen Dunn "A Concise History of the Future"

To redefine the sky - Stephen Dunn "Cut and Break"

Recognized an elsewhere - Stephen Dunn "Cut and Break"

Indifference to the moon - Stephen Dunn "Essay on Sanity"

A terrible flickering sanity - Stephen Dunn "Essay on Sanity"

Ringing their own silent bells - Stephen Dunn "From the Tower at the Top of the Winding Stairs"

Revealing our need for angels - Stephen Dunn "From the Tower at the Top of the Winding Stairs"

The moment before loss - Stephen Dunn "The Gambler at Home"

Gorgeous in its disregard - Stephen Dunn "The Gambler at Home"

Halfway to forgetfulness - Stephen Dunn "The Gambler at Home"

And despair's wild hunch - Stephen Dunn "The Gambler at Home"

Nightfall without fanfare - Stephen Dunn "Here and There"

In the lawlessness of sleep - Stephen Dunn "I Caught Myself Thinking the Horizon"

Always about to vanish - Stephen Dunn "I Caught Myself Thinking the Horizon"

And flaunted your blazing cheek - Stephen Dunn "If Once In Silence"

The postponement of dawn - Stephen Dunn "In a Dream of Dawn"

The sharks are pretending to be dolphins - Stephen Dunn "In Order to Be True to Life"

Helpless as any crocus - Stephen Dunn "Infatuation"

Phones that work in the dark - Stephen Dunn "Let's Say"

Makes a home for the stars - Stephen Dunn "Let's Say"

The empty spaces left by the gods - Stephen Dunn "Let's Say"

A mind devious and fair - Stephen Dunn "Lucky"

Within rules freely accepted - Stephen Dunn "Lucky"

The moon rewired our universe - Stephen Dunn "Moon Song"

Looked to meteorologists for explanations - Stephen Dunn "Moon Song"

Offered them a cup of moon - Stephen Dunn "Moonrakers"

From the distant tower of my head - Stephen Dunn "The Muse"

Multiplying the stars - Stephen Dunn "No Wonder"

Dusk's confused traveler - Stephen Dunn "The Obsession"

The correct color for desolate - Stephen Dunn "The Obsession"

Only the night as a shawl - Stephen Dunn "Replicas"

The tease of sunny days - Stephen Dunn "Salvation"

Without comparisons, mirrors, ambition - Stephen Dunn "A Short History of Long Ago"

The already brutal century - Stephen Dunn "The Slow Surge"

The absent, arbitrary wind - Stephen Dunn "A Small Part"

The shadows illumination creates - Stephen Dunn "A Small Part"

Always occurs too late - Stephen Dunn "A Small Part"

Appreciating the shadows - Stephen Dunn "Split: 1962"

Of sensation and nerve - Stephen Dunn "Split:1962"

Its twelve lonely years in the dark - Stephen Dunn "Summer Nocturne"

In collusion with memory - Stephen Dunn "The Telling of Grandmother's Secret"

Bearing indispensable news - Stephen Dunn "The Telling of Grandmother's Secret"

By the eternity of a second - Stephen Dunn "Time"

With open mouth and no regrets - Stephen Dunn "Time"

After a wine-deepened dinner - Stephen Dunn "The Unsaid"

What fills a tunnel after a locomotive passes - Stephen Dunn "The Unsaid"

In his landscape of wishes - Stephen Dunn "The Worrier"

Gifts of companionship and solitude - Stephen Dunn "You'd Be Right"

What joys accrue to the needy - Stephen Dunn "You'd Be Right"

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His merit still remains a star - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

The future was no sealed book - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

And blessings in a storm of sound - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

That sees the shadow of the hawk - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

Came as chainless as the wind - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

Like gold we must be tried by fire - Toru Dutt "Savitri"

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His questions as electric as honeybees - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

Slow sugar in the veins - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

Whole salt water galaxies - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

In the dazzling absence of apology - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

Into the braided current - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

Each furrowed seed or heartbeat - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

While we sit in mineral hush - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

May the trees kneel closer - Nicole Terez Dutton "Magnitude and Bond"

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The leaves of the sun-mellowed hickories - Clinton Dangerfield "Autumn"

Hinting Autumn mysteries - Clinton Dangerfield "Autumn"

Witch-lights of laughter - Clinton Dangerfield "Autumn"

Challenge me from dull despair - Clinton Dangerfield "Autumn"

The revels that your whirlwinds keep - Clinton Dangerfield "Autumn"

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The sea's forsaken bride - John Davidson "A Cinque Port"

Staunched their voices golden - John Davidson "Down-a-down"

The cuckoos beat their brazen gongs - John Davidson "Down-a-down"

The nightingales poured in starry songs - John Davidson "Down-a-down"

Slowly tolling the vesper bell - John Davidson "Down-a-down"

Within the wind a core of sound - John Davidson "In Romney Marsh"

Light in all the city tarried - John Davidson "London"

Clouds on viewless columns bloomed - John Davidson "London"

Smouldering lilies unconsumed - John Davidson "London"

An ever-muttering prisoned storm - John Davidson "London"

The heart of London beating warm - John Davidson "London"

Made of flint and roses - John Davidson "Thirty Bob a Week"

Shout and whistle in the street - John Davidson "Thirty Bob a Week"

A million years before the blooming sun - John Davidson "Thirty Bob a Week"

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Into the snap-dragon throat of desire - Mitchell Dawson "Asperities: Teresa"

Molded beads of sunlight - Mitchell Dawson "Asperities: Threat"

Meagre as a gnarled root - Mitchell Dawson "Asperities: Threat"

The clamor of gaunt curses - Mitchell Dawson "Leather Lane"

The flame of a Pompeian lamp - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Cantina"

To the gale of me you danced - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Cantina"

Slake them with a tremor - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Harpy"

Colored balloons bobbing against a black ceiling - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Termaggio"

Caught by the arm of a strong wind - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Termaggio"

Under the cypresses no nightingales - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Under the Cypresses"

With shards of broken illusions - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Under the Cypresses"

Build of them a citadel of austerity - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Under the Cypresses"

The saccharine gardens of Verona - Mitchell Dawson "Poems: Under the Cypresses"

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No more clay but rapture - Jeanne d'Orge "The Cup"

And drinking makes immortal - Jeanne d'Orge "The Cup"

I do not want to give sorrow - Jeanne d'Orge "The Interpreter (Sixteen Years)"

A rush through terror and fire and death - Jeanne d'Orge "The Kiss (Fifteen Years)"

Flashing upon the bough of morning - Jeanne D'Orge "Matins"

That reddened all the hours - Jeanne d'Orge "Memories"

Misery in black and white - Jeanne d'Orge "The Sealed Package"

A diary of stoic days - Jeanne d'Orge "The Sealed Package"

Veiled walks in twilight streets - Jeanne d'Orge "The Sealed Package"

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Built of stone or built of air - Theodore Dreiser "The Spring Recital"

Out of lilac, out of oak - Theodor Dreisere "The Spring Recital"

Hard by asphodel and rose - Theodore Dreiser "The Spring Recital"

Three times up and three times down - Theodore Dreiser "The Spring Recital"

Cast a shadow circlewise - Theodore Dreiser "The Spring Recital"

Fill it full of thistledown - Theodore Dreiser "The Spring Recital"

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Watching the pink bursts of the cyclamens - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Lichen to paint my exoskeleton in bursts of blue and yellow - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Cyanobacteria tattoos feathering my metal skin - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Quilted blanket with a rhizome pattern - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

There's never enough time to learn - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Algorithms cannibalize our art with parasite teeth - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Holographic moth wings that shine like chalk drawings - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

The oil and the blood-smeared cobalt - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

Cyclamens in heaven roots growing among the clouds - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

An old relic at rest, after everything's done - Wren Douglas "Fursonas Are Not Enough, I Need to Be a Moss-Coated Mech"

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Seven long ages doomed to dwell - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

Writhe and bleed beneath the tread of the centipede - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

Bound in a cobweb dungeon dim - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

The last faint spark of its burning train - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

Rugged and dim was his onward track - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

From the sorrel leaf and the henbane bud - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

And followed wherever the sturgeon led - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

And shine with a thousand changing dyes - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

The cricket has called the second hour - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

The prowling gnat fled fast away - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

And gashed their shadowy limbs of wind - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

To meet the thousand eyes of night - Joseph Rodman Drake "The Culprit Fay"

To tread the bounds of nature's stormy verge - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

For a seat on Appalachia's brow - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

No fairies haunt our verdant meads - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

No grinning imps deform our blazing hearth - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

Fair reason checks these monsters - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

When the vesper dew of heaven descends - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

Some poor Ariel penanced in the rock - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

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All beneath the moon decays - William Drummond "Ah! Would 'Twere So"

In Time's great periods shall return to nought - William Drummond "Ah! Would 'Twere So"

That fairest states have fatal nights and days - William Drummond "Ah! Would 'Twere So"

When beagles press close behind - William Henry Drummond "Madeleine Vercheres"

Must be swift as the prairie wind - William Henry Drummond "Madeleine Vercheres"

Tore a hole in the night's dark curtain - William Henry Drummond "Madeleine Vercheres"

A sweet with floods of gall - William Drummond "Sonnet"

Which bankrupt time devours - William Drummond "Sonnet"

Which turn my sweets to sours - William Drummond "Sonnet"

A bubble blown up in the air - William Drummond "This Life"

Firm to hover in that empty height - William Drummond "This Life"

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About a ton of clay to fashion him - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

Aquamarine Pisces gems for eyes - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

Dirt from Jim Morrison's grave for a voice - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

I'd wanted a muse, but had created a monster - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

What's dead might not stay dead - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

Smelled of earth and salt but no corruption - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

Patched him together with spirit gum and spare parts - Denise Dumars "The Golem"

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Before I set foot in life's forest - Hemantabālā Dutt "Open Thou Thy Door of Mercy" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

With unfaltering care accomplish - Hemantabālā Dutt "Open Thou Thy Door of Mercy" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

The fruit of my task fulfilled - Hemantabālā Dutt "Open Thou Thy Door of Mercy" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

A hundred hindrances there were to my coming - Hemantabālā Dutt "Open Thou Thy Door of Mercy" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

Many thorns fill the path to my goal - Hemantabālā Dutt "Open Thou Thy Door of Mercy" transl. by Miss Whitehouse

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What glorious empire crown'd their toils - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Let Fame with wonder name the Greek - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

No more let Rome exult in Trajan's name - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Whose dread sword the fate of empire sway'd - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Deep and majestic let the numbers flow - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

And humble reeds bewail the shepherd's pain - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

To Fame's high temple climb - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

My first ambition and my dearest aim - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Nor conquests fabulous nor actions vain - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

And own their boldest fictions may be true - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Here shine the valiant Nunio's deeds unfeign'd - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Who confin'd the rage of civil flame - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Beneath whose awful sword rebellion crouch'd - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

And bids their deeds the power of death defy - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

And give new triumphs to immortal song - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

And all the terrors of the burning zone - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Who with a thought controls the raging seas - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Th' immutable decrees of fate are given - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Regents of the spheres of light - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Those who rule the paler orbs of night - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Obedient to the dread command - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

When Rome's ambition dyed the world with blood - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

To reach the cradle of the new-born day - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Whose mandates unrevok'd remain - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

In black Oblivion's waves should whelm his name - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

What Fate's unblotted page display'd - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Bursting whirlwinds tear their rapid course - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Did Bacchus yield to Reason's voice divine - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

With prudence close allied - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Falling anchors dash the foaming flood - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

The dismal gulfs of Acheron's black waves - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

His sacred rites and mandates we obey - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Seeds of fire to rouse the thunders - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

With smiles obedient to his will's control - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Conscious fraud is ever prone to fear - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Should some escape the secret snare - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Who far at distance on the beach should wait - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Death's fell daemons through the flashes glare - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Flints, clods, and javelins hurling - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Rage and wild despair their hands supply - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Nor sleeps the vengeance of the victor here - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Hell's keen fires still for revenge athirst - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Spread full the canvas to the rising gale - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Prevents the danger with a hand unseen - Luís de Camões "The Lusiad; or, The Discovery of India: Book I. Argument" transl. by William Julius Mickle

Speed upon plumes of thought - Luís de Camões "Sonnet VIII" transl. by Viscount Strangford

Wikipedia page for the poem.

I read 28 pages of the Lusiad before I gave up on it. Heavily colonialist, nationalist, Christian centric, racist, etc. As might be expected by 300+ pages of a poem about Vasco da Gama written (based on the author's dates) some time in the 16th century and translated into English in the late 18th century. Here be dragons, but they are at least predictable sorts of dragons.

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The best of us will make mistakes - Sydney Dayre "A Letter to Mother Nature" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Dolls, and tops, and sleds, and balls - Sydney Dayre "A Letter to Mother Nature" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Some vines with little pickles - Sydney Dayre "A Letter to Mother Nature" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

When old Jack Frost would never get a single try - Sydney Dayre "A Letter to Mother Nature" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Such lots of bread and butter to so very little cake - Sydney Dayre "A Letter to Mother Nature" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

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Weave a low and druid chant - Fanny Stearns Davis "Profits"

Free encounter with Eternity - Fanny Stearns Davis "Profits"

From all the aeons' blood and fire - Fanny Stearns Davis "Profits"

The years sift through their hands - Fanny Stearns Davis "Profits"

Caught in a dead fir-tree - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"

A great pale apple of silver and pearl - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"

The great black beautiful seeds of the Moon - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"

The subtle swift seeds of the Moon - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"

Apples of orange and copper fire - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"

A wave with tusks of a boar - Fanny Stearns Davis "Storm Dance"

Has bowed the heart of me - Fannie Stearns Davis "Wind"

Under his hand of memory - Fannie Stearns Davis "Wind"

All echoing ancient things - Fannie Stearns Davis "Wind"

Deeper bends the heart of me - Fannie Stearns Davis "Wind"

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Dead to this dull world - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

All their humour turned to gall - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

And smack their lips on storied sin - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

Serpent grief that coiled and threw - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

The hooded snake that drew and watched - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

Frantic spaces from the ground - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

All the anguish borne in secret - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

Budding hope and darling plan - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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After the phantom of our Freedom died - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

The Bird of Time flies with a steadier wing - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

While Moonshine takes the Cash - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

Fill the Cup that clears TODAY of past Regrets - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

Make the most of what we still may spend - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

And neither Thirst nor Wit has lured it back - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

Cancel half a line to give a Man excuse - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

That dim Dock where Charon loads his Ship - J.L. Duff "The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam"

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When ghosts and warlocks haunt the troubled earth - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

And from the vast profound betwixt the two - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Bands of moonlight flecked with shadowed leaves - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

The great hearthstone opens cold and black - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Which serves to make the silence audible - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Lights and shadows sweep across his brow - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Be present with us in the coming storms - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Fate spans that gulf with mystic thread - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

So frail that only souls may tread - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

How pity beat the wall of prudence down - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Scattering on all sides curses - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Spirits' dust from witches' broom - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Ivy leaf from crack of doom - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

The startled air resounds with clanging bells - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Ten thousand curses would I risk - George Francis Dawson "Myra's Well"

Myra's Well at Project Gutenberg.

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Rise radiant with starry eyes - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

Once more at night's soft noon - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

An unruffled tide my life did flow - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

I but seek relief from my consuming grief - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

Now falls the scalding tear - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

Madly the wind-gusts rave - H.D. [John Howard Deazeley] "Desolate" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.729, 15 Dec. 1877]

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Even the mouse in the wainscot - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Chimney Swallow"

Thy cradle-hymn the Furies sung - Julia C.R. Dorr "1865"

While sneering Demons mocked - Julia C.R. Dorr "1865"

Built with towers of fretted stone - Julia C.R. Dorr "Heirship"

Paeans sweeter than a seraph's voice - Julia C.R. Dorr "Hymn to Life"

Eyes prophetic of the power - Julia C.R. Dorr "Idle Words"

Who could weep for lighter griefs - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Last of Six"

Tropical birds and rare perfumes - Julia C.R. Dorr "Maud and Madge"

The low music of an angel's hymn - Julia C.R. Dorr "A Mother's Question"

Hear the river's dreamy rhyme - Julia C.R. Dorr "Over the Wall"

Shakes rare incense at your feet - Julia C.R. Dorr "Over the Wall"

The mosses creep to her dancing feet - Julia C.R. Dorr "Over the Wall"

Enchanted by the rippling song - Julia C.R. Dorr "A Picture"

Some mystic world's enchanted state - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Three Ships"

The flame in the heart of a ruby set - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Three Ships"

Bearing thither a world of dreams - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Three Ships"

From the dark horizon's brim - Julia C.R. Dorr "Under the Palm-Trees"

Where the trout in the darkness hide - Julia C.R. Dorr "Under the Palm-Trees"

The yellow willows waving slow - Julia C.R. Dorr "Under the Palm-Trees"

Who wore the crown of Persia - Julia C.R. Dorr "Vashti's Scroll"

No prophet of the ills to be - Julia C.R. Dorr "Vashti's Scroll"

Translucent globes of ruby wine - Julia C.R. Dorr "Vashti's Scroll"

Against the crouching lions - Julia C.R. Dorr "Vashti's Scroll"

All gifts of earth above - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Wife's Last Gift"

The low tones that thrilled my heart - Julia C.R. Dorr "The Wife's Last Gift"

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I'm not 100% that E.C. Dickinson and Eric Dickinson are the same, but I think the odds favor that given that I found each in a different volume of an annual called Oxford Poetry. Project Gutenberg has 1917, 1919-1921 (as of January 6 2023). Some volumes use initials for the personal names of all authors; others mostly use full names. If the time spread were broader or the anthologies longer (each runs less than 70 pages), I'd be less likely to assume that E.C. and Eric are the same. Wikipedia was no help.

Who tells his need to Sunday bells - E.C. Dickinson "A Child's Voice"

Bringing his soul's keys - E.C. Dickinson "A Child's Voice"

And thorns take long to rot - E.C. Dickinson "A Child's Voice"

Took no pressure of decay - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

Far over dreamy meadows - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

In the garden of her calm - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

Brought her by the phlox and marigold - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

Weeping upon a haunted hill - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

Where life's best ships were wrecked - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

The requiem guns of strife - Eric Dickinson "The Garden"

Whose scarves are lilies blowing - E.C. Dickinson "River Song"

The blue-flowers crown of ecstasy - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets I"

With benediction of the ultimate stars - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets I"

Raise up my faith in stone - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets I"

Before tumultuous chattering knaves - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets II"

Before the chime for Babylon - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets II"

Has ever breath of years - Eric Dickinson "Three Sonnets III"

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Fear is a predictable emotion - DéLana R. A. Dameron "My Love Is Black"

Prepares to walk out into the abyss of black sky - DéLana R. A. Dameron "My Love is Black"

Hit with an anvil of grief - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

Streets filled with sorrow - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

At the bridge edge seeking relief - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

The sound of her voice is fleeting - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

I know I'm one of God's sparrows - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

Will lift the weight of my anvil of grief - DéLana R. A. Dameron "When Mama died, I lost my air"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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When all is hushed in still repose - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

The restless spirit take its flight - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

While soft imagination lends her wings - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

The chained watchdog Will no longer springs - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

To bar its progress through the realms of Night - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

And her attendant fays glad homage shew [sic] - Catharine Davidson "Dreamland--a Sonnet" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 18 May 1878]

Not a bright flower but itself to be seen - Catharine Davidson "The First Primrose" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.734, 19 Jan. 1878]

As here alone and half hidden I lie - Catharine Davidson "The First Primrose" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.734, 19 Jan. 1878]

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Creep up the tidal river to the quay - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

And land the glistening captures of the night - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Our meeting on the lonely way - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Where sweet wind-flowers bend before the breeze - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

And many an arum lifts her hooded head - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Our earnest converse, heart to heart - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

The ancient span that bridged the clear brown waters - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Round the stepping-stones the eddies ran - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Beside the river grows starry-eyed forget-me-not - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Where the ivy crept around the ruined coping of the wall - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

In the silence heard the night-bird's call - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

Sorrow of an adverse fate - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

That parting by the wicket gate - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]

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Controlled burns and bone games and berries - Laura Da' "Bad Wolf"

And drown in his own reflection - Laura Da' "Bad Wolf"

The stockade and the bastioned gate - Laura Da' "The Honest Tongue"

With a shiver of cracked eggshells - Laura Da' "The Honest Tongue"

Calls for a probable necessary sequence - Laura Da' "Twelve Gates"

Shatters linear discipline - Laura Da' "Twelve Gates"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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The admonition of a silver bell - Ernest Dowson "Benedictio Domini"

Save where the altar stands - Ernest Dowson "Benedictio Domini"

Solace of man's fallen plight - Ernest Dowson "Benedictio Domini"

Swift passage to the fire - Ernest Dowson "Benedictio Domini"

Assayed in what strange fire - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Brought into the way of peace - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Despising the world's wisdom - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Austere walls no voices penetrate - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

The exceeding profit of their pain - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

The secret of his brother's heart - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Whose bond is solitude and silence - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

The sweet star of your queen - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Laugh across the wine - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

Our wine is death - Ernest Dowson "Carthusians"

On all the passages of sense - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

The atoning oil is spread - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

A twilight hour of breath - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

Vials of mercy - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

The walls of flesh grow weak - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

Each anointed sense will see - Ernest Dowson "Extreme Unction"

Love's ancient fire - Ernest Christopher Dowson "In Tempore Senectutis"

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Fancy's pencil draws a world unseen - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Fragment [With snow-clad top,, and far projecting height]"

And passion's dark'ning storms he never fears - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Fragment [With snow-clad top,, and far projecting height]"

There is a smile of bitter scorn - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Which curls the lip, which lights the eye - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

When Hope's bright star's the transient guest - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Sunset on the billow's breast - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Which lights the void which reason leaves - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Throws shadows o'er the song she weaves - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Which shines a meteor through life's gloom - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Which lights the weary to the tomb - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

When Evening spreads her shades around - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Glimmering through the vast profound - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Upon their brightest list enroll - Lucretia Maria Davidson "The Smile of Innocence"

Amid this wilderness of life - Lucretia Maria Davidson "To My Mother"

Whose bloom has faded in the midnight watch - Lucretia Maria Davidson "To My Mother"

Whose eye, for me, has lost its witchery - Lucretia Maria Davidson "To My Mother"

When daylight blends with the pensive shadows - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

Sweet to a heart unentangled and light - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

To pause 'mid its day-dreams so witchingly bright - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

Mark the last sunbeams, while sinking to rest - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

Blends with the pensive shadows - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

With hope's brilliant prospects - Lucretia Maria Davidson "Twilight"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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Meager bites and leftovers - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

Scrolling through Merriam Webster's youngest words - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

Shed these wools of my first winter in Upstate New York - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

Where cold damp clusters under skin - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

For the breed of ennui that tempts poets - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

Suspect the higher-ups have hidden motives - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

This sense, despite all I know of marrow, of wind in my bones - Jen DeGregorio "No Isms Except Neologism"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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The starlike sorrows of immortal eyes - Carol Ann Duffy "Beautiful"

Beckoned by finger of the moon - Carol Ann Duffy "Beautiful"

Cash in the sky's dark pocket - Carol Ann Duffy "Death and the Moon"

The ghosts of my wordless breath - Carol Ann Duffy "Death and the Moon"

Even if souls are stars - Carol Ann Duffy "Death and the Moon"

In the heart of the honeyed dark - Carol Ann Duffy "A Dreaming Week"

In the crook of midnight's arm - Carol Ann Duffy "A Dreaming Week"

Over the frowning sand - Carol Ann Duffy "A Dreaming Week"

A date with the glamorous dark - Carol Ann Duffy "A Dreaming Week"

Two clear raindrops in your eyes - Carol Ann Duffy "The Light Gatherer"

At the end of a tunnel of years - Carol Ann Duffy "The Light Gatherer"

Taken Time for a husband - Carol Ann Duffy "The Long Queen"

In a tower in the dark heart - Carol Ann Duffy "The Long Queen"

To weigh as she counted their sorrow - Carol Ann Duffy "The Long Queen"

Could yawn like thunder watching - Carol Ann Duffy "Loud"

Shaking the bells awake - Carol Ann Duffy "Loud"

The looped soundtrack of then - Carol Ann Duffy "The Map-Woman"

A kiss on the lip of the wind - Carol Ann Duffy "North-West"

Its scarred face an old mirror - Carol Ann Duffy "Tall"

No laws written to guard you - Carol Ann Duffy "White Writing"

Red as first love's heart - Carol Ann Duffy "The Woman Who Shopped"

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I show brave to my body - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

Come hurricane, come rip current, come toxic algal bloom - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

Biologists will unspool her empty intestines - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

She swam a great distance to die alone - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

I need a place to stow my brain - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

To hold each moment close as a sand flea - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

Coax oil from a sea bird's throat - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

What can my hands do now? - Rachel Dillon "A dead whale can feed an entire ecosystem"

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Half round the world of woe - Aubrey de Vere "Epitaph"

For they were sweet in sowing - Aubrey de Vere "Human Life"

Have overtopped the wheat - Aubrey de Vere "Human Life"

When we learn to prize them - Aubrey de Vere "Human Life"

Makes a young heart melancholy - Aubrey de Vere "Song"

Allow no cloud or passion to usurp - Aubrey de Vere "Sorrow"

No wave of mortal tumult - Aubrey de Vere "Sorrow"

To consume small troubles - Aubrey de Vere "Sorrow"

Thoughts lasting to the end - Aubrey de Vere "Sorrow"

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Anxiety and wonder and surmise - Mary Carolyn Davies "A Casualty List"

But never change the words that were within - Mary Carolyn Davies "A Casualty List"

Again she woke with waiting in her eyes - Mary Carolyn Davies "A Casualty List"

A strong wall about me - Mary Carolyn Davies "Love Song"

Built of words you have said - Mary Carolyn Davies "Love Song"

Before me goes a shield to guard - Mary Carolyn Davies "Love Song"

A seed in Time's neighbor-plot - Mary Carolyn Davies "Songs of a Girl"

Dropped it while the fuse was still burning - Mary Carolyn Davies "Songs of a Girl"

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Which glows in fragrance to the sun - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

Dancing in circles in the skies - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

Lulls some young fool to dreams afar - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

All that a maddened brain romances - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

The nightingale may sing and die - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

The sweetest songs we mortals hear - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

All fail to sooth our grief, our woe - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

Let all the song-birds die of love - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

The cheery light forsake the day - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

Should suffer half a moment's wrong - Pierre Dupont "A Serenade"

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Frolic with the true October - T.A. Daly "October"

Clear as skies of paradise - T.A. Daly "October"

The glory of a modest heart - T.A. Daly "To a Plain Sweetheart"

Deep-mirrored in thine eyes - T.A. Daly "To a Plain Sweetheart"

With daring eyes of flesh and blood - T.A. Daly "To a Plain Sweetheart"

The bitter smart of sorrow - T.A. Daly "To a Robin"

Scant wine from grapes of pain - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"

The bitter-sweet red lees again - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"

With ordered urge toward life - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"

Breathless upon this birth - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"

Brooding, motionless in windless space - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"

All who toil and plod - Thomas Augustin Daly [untitled]

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I was born holding a knife - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

I've lost myself in every lifetime but this one - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

And leaving first is a form of loss - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

My name is leaving and my name is gone - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

But no one wants the emptiness of space - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

Every flower smells the song of memory - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

The magnetic pull weakens with space and time - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

Not even bees can eat hope - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

Collapsed in the metaphorical sense - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

The memory of a leaving song - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

No one has learned the leaving song - Asa Delaney "Colony Collapse Disorder"

He built an empire of agony - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Wore scars and rashes like empirical clothes - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Recorded memories and data points - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Every insect was a chalk outline of agony - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

And what will we tell anyone who asks - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Regret turned like a sunflower toward that scientific sun - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Her legs filaments of light - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

Vicious enough to merit the weight of regret - Asa Delaney "The Schmidt Pain Index: A Love Story"

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The park is winter-plucked - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

The gray pavement show a sheeted face - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

Shoveling muddy snow or heaving ice - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

That stand between this knowing and the end - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

Though they must drag a net of heavy hours - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

A pillar of cloud, a pillar of fire - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

This net will break before they tire - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

This cloud, this flame will vanish and be cold - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

One day we shall not kiss or quarrel any more - Babette Deutsch "Hibernal"

Asleep, in dreams unguessed - Babette Deutsch "Silence"

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In spite of wind and weather - James B. Dollard "Song of the Little Villages"

That shelter from the mist - James B. Dollard "Song of the Little Villages"

When the silver hazels stir - James B. Dollard "Song of the Little Villages"

Learn the exile's woe - James B. Dollard "Song of the Little Villages"

Lone deserts echo our exiles' cry - James B. Dollard "The Sons of Patrick"

The blood-stained pathway we walked - James B. Dollard "The Sons of Patrick"

Your bitter lot shall be - James B. Dollard "The Soul of Karnaghan Buidhe"

Too brief that span of heaven - James B. Dollard "The Soul of Karnaghan Buidhe"

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The theme of angel fancies - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Ladye Chapel at Eden Hall"

In that shrine of snow - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Ladye Chapel at Eden Hall"

In dreamless slumber sweet - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Ladye Chapel at Eden Hall"

In its diadem so pure a gem - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Mary Immaculate"

Fills the ages with its light - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Mary Immaculate"

The glow of heaven's serenest star - Eleanor C. Donnelly "Mary Immaculate"

In the old ages ripe with mystery - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

His silence sweet with sounds - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

The glows of autumn sunset on eternal snows - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

Nor for a second summons idly wait - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

With all the matchless glory of that Sun - Eleanor C. Donnelly "The Vision of the Monk Gabriel" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.3, March 1863]

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Four great walls have hemmed me in - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

The mighty pillars tremble when my conscience palls - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

And never dread to strike a wall - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

I might not love freedom at all - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

My tired wings might crave a wall - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

And pen me in this conscious world with guarded men - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Four Walls"

The break of day that wears a shining dew decked diadem - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Poem [Ah, I know what happiness is....]"

And always they will slip away - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Poem [Ah, I know what happiness is....]"

Into the brush of another day - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Poem [Ah, I know what happiness is....]"

Eyes like whirlpools and as dangerous - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Revelation"

Your lips are danger signals - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Revelation"

That Beauty, the stranger, and I had met - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Revelation"

His praise was heat to drink me dry - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Revelation"

But Lucifer saw himself, too, fair - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Revelation"

Went up an atmospheric stair - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "That Hill"

And I went crawling up and up - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "That Hill"

And fleeing fast from hell - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "That Hill"

My branch of thoughts is frail tonight - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Things Said When He Was Gone"

One lone-wind-whipped weed - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Things Said When He Was Gone"

Little care I if a rain drop laughs or cries - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Things Said When He Was Gone"

Such trifles as a twinkling star - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Things Said When He Was Gone"

Might bear you a gorgeous flower - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Things Said When He Was Gone"

A serenity as rigid as your pose - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"

Your elegance does not secure you favors with the sun - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"

He is not one to pity fragileness - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"

Thinks all cheeks should burn and feel how tears can run - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"

Jericho is on the inside of the things the world likes - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Must do more than meditate and pray - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Forget the distance, count no steps, nor stop to blow - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Jericho still has her high wall - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Futile barrier of Power - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Echoed with the dark ones' footfall - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Knowledged strapped down like a knapsack - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Money not too much strain on the back - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Dark ones seeking milk and honey - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

Swearing there is no room there for us all - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "The Walls of Jericho"

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Pull my heart out with teeth and claws - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Leave it glimmering on the glass - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Sweetgrass ash in the shadows - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

The stomach-swirling of forgetting - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Memories skein beneath the silver surface - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Staring into aquamarine and amethyst - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Most terrible and hated and beloved - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Untouched by everything except the god who is the sun - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

His body rolling in eternity - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

A newer moon will mesh the blood - Kinsale Drake "Rebuke//Spell"

Archives so vast they fill mountainsides - Kinsale Drake "(Re)location"

Smelled of grass and gunsmoke - Kinsale Drake "(Re)location"

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A garden like a chalice-cup - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

And starred hibiscus to the brink - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Stirred by some soft-footed breeze - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Earth's complaint grows hushed - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Greening aisles of sacred shade - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Whom angels crowned with grace - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

A night of storm and wailing stress - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

All wild things unpent - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Chill the heart and snare the feet - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

White with burning heat - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

The rounding distances expand - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Parched silence without stir - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Death and daggered noonday meet - Eleanor Downing "Mary"

Twin flames of charity - Eleanor Downing "On the Feast of the Assumption"

On the ribs of some forsaken coast - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

Where thy feast of shame was spread - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

With lust of flesh and eye - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

Gone forth and shut the gates - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

Flings loose its shadows - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

Briars and dust upon my brow - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

Golden oriflames and tents of pearl - Eleanor Downing "The Pilgrim"

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Circuit-rider of the endless skies - Irving Sidney Dix "The Comet"

An illumined spectre of a star - Irving Sidney Dix "The Comet"

Footprints of destruction over all - Irving Sidney Dix "The Comet"

On heaven's scroll with burning letters write - Irving Sidney Dix "The Comet"

Children of some banish'd brotherhood - Irving Sidney Dix "Fairies of the Frost"

Betray the dance hall of the elves - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

Reflects a narrow, rocky room - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

The tasseled trees frown from the wall - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

With a hundred harps they sing - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

Sing to Boreas their mighty king - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

Here Echo dwells in lonely mood - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

No voice for tuneful Time - Irving Sidney Dix "The Glen"

Sorrow's true and only friend - Irving Sidney Dix "Hope"

By Disappointment's lonely shore - Irving Sidney Dix "Hope"

Speak out amid the depth of night - Irving Sidney Dix "Hope"

Music in the hemlocks playing - Irving Sidney Dix "An Idyll of the Hills part 1: January"

Some lost spirit banished from the sky - Irving Sidney Dix "An Idyll of the Hills part 1: January"

Melting the ghosts of Winter - Irving Sidney Dix "An Idyll of the Hills part 1: March"

Each flower lifts a golden chalice - Irving Sidney Dix "An Idyll of the Hills part 1: June"

A glory to the fading leaf - Irving Sidney Dix "An Idyll of the Hills part 2: October"

Till those tearful winds abate - Irving Sidney Dix "March Wind Blow"

From the joyous harp of Spring - Irving Sidney Dix "March Wind Blow"

A bell with the tones still incomplete - Irving Sidney Dix "Norma: A Legend of the Wayne Highlands"

Heard Present echoing her horn - Irving Sidney Dix "Plant a Tree"

Full fed by surging hopes - Irving Sidney Dix "The School of Life"

Reflected forms that fancies wake - Irving Sidney Dix "Starlight Lake"

Each lonely owl hath ceas'd to call - Irving Sidney Dix "Starlight Lake"

Dim Night is monarch now - Irving Sidney Dix "Starlight Lake"

And stand like sentinels asleep - Irving Sidney Dix "Starlight Lake"

And the trees were weak for water - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"

Prophesying to the trees - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"

Giant clouds like warring foes - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"

Dirges from some demon goddess - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"

Like a bed for fairy flowers - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"

No zephyrs kiss the little lake - Irving Sidney Dix "Twin Lake: In the Wayne Highlands"

A cuckoo sounds the hour of rest - Irving Sidney Dix "Twin Lake: In the Wayne Highlands"

Through the broken web of night - Irving Sidney Dix "Twin Lake: In the Wayne Highlands"

The sword when shielded by the pen - Irving Sidney Dix "Washington"

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