somethingdarker | Jun. 1st, 2010

Jun. 1st, 2010

The world turned its one good eye - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

Our vast psychic habitat shrunk - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

A main ripple of extinction - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

Dark as a wintering hive - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

Wax burned in the land of milk - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

The bees take most of metaphor with them - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

The indelible holes in poems - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Spry as a daisy - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Princely as a hyacinth - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Lucid as a moon flower - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Nothing in particular by any other name - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

The lexicon of wilds goes on - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Slimming its index of references - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Toxic as the jessamine vine - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

Once smeared on the mandible of a bee - RK Fauth "Playing with Bees"

On the mandible of a bee - RK Fauth "Playing with the Bees"

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Their hearts curled and purring - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Watched the dying falter - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Kitfoxes asleep beside their shadows - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

The bull-elk in the moonlight of my threshold - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Knocking off the mosses from its antlers - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Thinning with the milkweed - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

The great elk in the dark door - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Scissoring your ancient way through - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

As he shuffles the wind aside - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The night in his hands like an empty bridle - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

Turning your fingers to glass - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

From an empire that has always been ruined - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

An odor of lavender, an odor of gold - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

With the heavy oars of October - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The wind lies open on your lap - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The score of a life you did not measure - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

Blackbirds were the only music - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

And the blackbirds built their strict songs - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

The moon's brute music touching them with fire - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

When the burning wings ascended - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

Shook the music from your branches - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

Only as immense as what we shed in the dance - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

Each thing learned in mercy - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The cargo of a thousand crafts of fire - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

Move through the ruins of the dance - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The mourner lays his head on the cold oak - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The wrens build at dusk - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

As you walk out into the stars - Joseph Fasano "Letter"

A horse carries autumn in his mane - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

And the wind kneels down in me - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

A flock buried in the blindness of winter - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

The black violin of his childhood - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

Catching its hems on our thresholds - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

The craft is not the magic - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

The myths are in our hands - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

While the ancient things are woken - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

Asked, too, to be luminous and ruined - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

Risen like this cold stone in the darkness - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

A dim chord of flame between his lips - Joseph Fasano "October"

The great deeds of the hopeless - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

Stepped out of the myths and into his life - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

Weaving and unweaving what you are - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

The common things he had forgotten - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

With a bitter lantern in her hand - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

The exile in its own autumnal house - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

The light of change is bitter - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

Changing is the threshold into winter - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

If the moon's hands should discover you - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

Half in winter, half in wool - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

And the vanishing that carries it away - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

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Checked the tide with golden bars - Michael Field "Another Leadeth Thee"

From three days' woe she came - Michael Field "Another Leadeth Thee"

Gray prophet of the fount of Thebes - Michael Field "An Antiphony of Advent"

The river lifts its grain to crystal - Michael Field "An Antiphony of Advent"

Honey-bees in haunts of solitude - Michael Field "An Antiphony of Advent"

Bring excess of myrrh and aloe - Michael Field "Blessed Are the Beggars Matt. v. 3"

A beggar Pilate rates thee - Michael Field "Blessed Are the Beggars Matt. v. 3"

A beggar of thy wild condition - Michael Field "Blessed Are the Beggars Matt. v. 3"

The sun shoots in golden veins - Michael Field "The Depths of the Grass"

Through the rifts of rising, falling seed - Michael Field "The Depths of the Grass"

And pink bindweed dimly, steadily flower - Michael Field "The Depths of the Grass"

Jangled freshets to a dewless land - Michael Field "From the Highway"

Rules every power in oak and olive-trunk - Michael Field "In Monte Fanno"

With an anchor round his neck - Michael Field "In the Sea"

Laugh and dream on Lethe's shore - Michael Field "[It was deep April, and the morn]"

Sing to Charon in his boat - Michael Field "[It was deep April, and the morn]"

Who never from Apollo fled - Michael Field "[It was deep April, and the morn]"

Indifferent to heaven and hell - Michael Field "[It was deep April, and the morn]"

Bees in the wind of the dawn - Michael Field "Paschal's Mass"

To the time's sharpest rim - Michael Field "Purgatory"

As a tiger round a camp - Michael Field "Real Presence"

In range of wild secrecies - Michael Field "Real Presence"

Shut as a spice in precious stone - Michael Field "Relics"

Knotted as rose of Sharon - Michael Field "Relics"

May give kingdoms with its touch - Michael Field "Sicut Parvuli"

The tide of martyrdom - Michael Field "Stones of the Brook"

Dark stones from the torrent wrenched - Michael Field "Stones of the Brook"

And leaps with its jubilant glee - Michael Field "Virgo Potens"

God's first dream as her crown - Michael Field "Virgo Potens"

Pseudonym for Katherine Harris Bradley and Edith Emma Cooper.

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Out of the roots of my desire - Maxwell E. Foster "More Modern Love"

All the fictions of the past - Maxwell E. Foster "More Modern Love"

Maintain a symmetry to the last - Maxwell E. Foster "More Modern Love"

My mansions in the sky - Maxwell E. Foster "More Modern Love"

Strength enough to kill the rain - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 1"

Your eyes are vultures - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 1 (February 1923)"

The spirit of the falling sands - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 1 (February 1923)"

The color that is lost in prayer - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 1 (February 1923)"

Cannot reach to steal that Titan fire - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 1 (February 1923)"

Building the altars of their souls - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2"

A bell upon the night-tide - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2"

Prayers to altars of cold death - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2 (February 1923)"

The perfect symmetry of their despairs - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2 (February 1923)"

Endure with less fragility - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2 (February 1923)"

Sun and starlight of the lonely dawn - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 2 (February 1923)"

Immeasurable records of surmise - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 3"

Fashioned for your eyes - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 3"

Pyramids to dazzle him - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 3"

Paintings of high art along the wall - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 3"

Each with a memory to repeat - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 4"

The turrets and the bulwarks of their dreams - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 4"

Out of our common reach - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 4 (February 1923)"

Go unto that perilous throne - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 4 (February 1923)"

A renunciation of the known - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 4 (February 1923)"

What I have said in mirth - Maxwell E. Foster "Five Sonnets 5"

Lingers in the heart's secret places - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

That has run so many torch-lit races - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

That last far dawn which is eternity - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

White roses broke like foam - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

Like a cooling bell and rain - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

The new gleam of that celestial light - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

The slow alchemy of a timeless day - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

Caught like the hunter of the east - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

Time has not memory enough - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

Drinking life fully to its twisted lees - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

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Errands in the moon's embrace - Maggie Farren "Palms"

Shopping has become my good-night kiss - Maggie Farren "Palms"

Cross streets become strangers - Maggie Farren "Palms"

So much like a vengeful tongue - Maggie Farren "Palms"

The slow chug of the city's arteries - Maggie Farren "Palms"

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Summarize the past by theft and allusion - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Americus, Book I [excerpt]"

Writ over a graph of consciousness - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Americus, Book I [excerpt]"

Of the raisins of wrath - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Americus, Book I [excerpt]"

Hear the paper thump on lost porches - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Looked homeward and saw no angel - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Potato salad and dandelions at anarchist picnics - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

A bomb on his desk at all times - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Engaged in silence exile and cunning - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Home is where one starts from - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

And walked upon the beach of hell - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Limbs lost among the skyscrapers - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

The soul has its rages - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Walden Pond has been drained - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Making Melville eat his whale - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Dogs are the true observers - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Have heard the junkman's obbligato - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

And believed the billboard's promises - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

After watching the flight of cranes - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

A raid on the inarticulate - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

In an abandoned casino - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Around the iron circumstances of the world - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Make my notebooks into sheaves of grass - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Instructing the horsemen to pass - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Autobiography"

Anchorless upon the ocean - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "The Changing Light"

Outstretched to the birds which weren't there - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 6"

The old flute which nobody played - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 8"

In the true mad north of introspection - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

A thousand threaded images of flight - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

These moonmad swans and ecstatic ganders - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

In air among hallucinary [sic] moons - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

A masked bird fishing in a golden stream - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

Bearing fish and paper messages - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

The twin streams of oblivion - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 11"

Nor any altars in the sky - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 13"

In woods where many rivers run - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"

The unbent hills and fields of our childhood - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"

Where ricks and rainbows mix - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"

Cast its shadow in eternity - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"

A wind had blown away the sun - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 20"

Too sweet painsong in passages of night - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 28"

Driving a cardboard automobile - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Far Rockaway of the Heart, 2"

In the backseat of their eternity - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Far Rockaway of the Heart, 2"

Nemesis is knocking at the door - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you through the flames]"

Answering the challenge of apocalyptic times - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you through the flames]"

Would make a plutocracy of our democracy - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "To the Oracle at Delphi"

The diamond light of Greece - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "To the Oracle at Delphi"

The voice of the fourth person singular - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "To the Oracle at Delphi"

If you don't mind a touch of hell - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "The world is a beautiful place"

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Allowed the privilege of a mistake - Ashanti Files "Fragile"

Unhinged the government's seat - Ashanti Files "Hope 2020"

Trained to be your saving grace - Ashanti Files "Martyr"

Trace back the paths that I've chosen - Ashanti Files "Ripples"

Originating from a single cast stone - Ashanti Files "Ripples"

Across the lake of my existence - Ashanti Files "Ripples"

Decades of ill given advice - Ashanti Files "Ripples"

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Its flag of convenience for rent - B. K. Fischer "Economies of Scale"

A year slid overboard in storms - B. K. Fischer "Economies of Scale"

Between the drop and the diffusion - B. K. Fischer "Museum of Menstruation"

Traveled its telescopic distance - B. K. Fischer "Museum of Menstruation"

The undulant energies of pitch and syntax - B. K. Fischer "Museum of Menstruation"

Dropped into the ocean of herself - B. K. Fischer "Museum of Menstruation"

Keeps sanctity in aluminum cans - B. K. Fischer "Perceptive"

A magic marker Venus de Milo - B. K. Fischer "Week 30 (Maternity Bathing Suit)"

Her anatomy in irregular stars - B. K. Fischer "Week 30 (Maternity Bathing Suit)"

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Hunger's sickle sinking deep - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

Whistles through her chest like bladed wind - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

Her mother's ring gilded in dust - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

How much of home is held in the mouth - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

After your heart mines a cavern in your chest - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

A ballad of breaking in her marrow - Diamond Forde "Rememory"

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My cousin & the clustered stars - Denice Frohman "Shooting in the Dark"

Saturn's little ring of smoke - Denice Frohman "Shooting in the Dark"

Slinging hoop in the dark - Denice Frohman "Shooting in the Dark"

A game of approximation - Denice Frohman "Shooting in the Dark"

Less math more muscle memory - Denice Frohman "Shooting in the Dark"

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Imagine today just like yesterday - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

When the tide recedes - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

Trip along drift lines searching - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

And four amber sea agates - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

A fine glass fishing buoy - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

Glassblowing and fishing nets and the tide - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

The mechanics of staying afloat - CMarie Fuhrman "Anne"

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A sentinel of burnished steel - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

That whispers courage in the void - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

The infinite power of dynamite - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

Enormous monster of a fantastic destiny - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

That a whirlpool could submerge in the abyss - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

The impotence of the lighthouse - Luciano Folgore "The Submarine" transl. by Anne Simon

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The gum-drops grow like cherries - Eugene Field "The Dinkey-Bird"

And taffy's thick as peas - Eugene Field "The Dinkey-Bird"

Caramels you pick like berries - Eugene Field "The Dinkey-Bird"

The midnight feast in the clover bloom - Eugene Field "Fairy and Child"

And you shall dance in the velvet sky - Eugene Field "Fairy and Child"

With his fairy kisses three - Eugene Field "Ganderfeather's Gift"

Out of yonder haunted heather - Eugene Field "Ganderfeather's Gift"

Would spin a web before your eyes - Eugene Field "Heigho, My Dearie"

A beautiful web of silver light - Eugene Field "Heigho, My Dearie"

As much as your apron can hold - Eugene Field "The Sugar-Plum Tree"

In the garden of Shut-eye Town - Eugene Field "The Sugarplum Tree"

On a river of crystal light - Eugene Field "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod"

Nets of silver and gold - Eugene Field "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod"

Into the negative of bone - Santee Frazier "Fugal"

Fluted brinks of obsidian - Santee Frazier "Fugal"

The slow crawling light - Santee Frazier "Hyperacusis"

The brain's bent fugue - Santee Frazier "Hyperacusis"

Smelted in a starless dark - Santee Frazier "Hyperacusis"

This ritual of sunrise - Santee Frazier "Ore Body"

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Right to name my desires - Katie Ford "All I Ever Wanted"

In which the hulls of whales steered them - Katie Ford "All I Ever Wanted"

The pin at the tip of evolution - Katie Ford "All I Ever Wanted"

The small lights of winter campfires - Katie Ford "All I Ever Wanted"

What I can know and admit to - Katie Ford "All I Ever Wanted"

When I sat in the weeds - Katie Ford "Breaking Across Us Now"

Not to touch the wild trillium - Katie Ford "Breaking Across Us Now"

Tying knots in the daffodil stalks - Katie Ford "Breaking Across Us Now"

To teach me my disobediences - Katie Ford "Breaking Across Us Now"

The clouds casketed the stars - Katie Ford "Breaking Across Us Now"

Breathing with indiscernible sadnesses - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Carcasses of mollusks settling - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Which lives only four hundred minutes - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Hailstorms and diffracted confusions of light - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Beyond my husband there are strange trees growing - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

A fault line under Rome - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

The mind split into its caves and plinth - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Out of the passaged darkness - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Must pray to be abandoned - Katie Ford "Colosseum"

Months of thunderous metal - Katie Ford "Condition"

Always on the other side of the fire - Katie Ford "The Fire"

Never begging at the sky - Katie Ford "[I Failed Him and He Failed Me]"

Hungry together by its rivers and bones - Katie Ford "[I Failed Him and He Failed Me]"

Again in the waters apart - Katie Ford "[I Failed Him and He Failed Me]"

The geologic time of this quartz - Katie Ford "Koi"

Camels carted away the broken Colossus of Rhodes - Katie Ford "Koi"

After all the visions and prophecies - Katie Ford "Koi"

After learning to shave the gleaming steel - Katie Ford "Koi"

The unbroken flock of starling dark between them - Katie Ford "Koi"

The ceremony of the closing in - Katie Ford "Koi"

Tourists before the separate, chiseled ruin - Katie Ford "Koi"

A cluster of lanterns blowing out above us - Katie Ford "Koi"

A school of koi pausing at the surface - Katie Ford "Koi"

Kelp fronds torn from their buoys - Katie Ford "Koi"

The seven we loved, the six we lost - Katie Ford "Koi"

Despair is still servant to the violet - Katie Ford "Song After Sadness"

Made servant only to salt - Katie Ford "Song After Sadness"

The exhibit of birches the forest has made - Katie Ford "Song After Sadness"

Made of bronze light and snow - Katie Ford "Song After Sadness"

Take the thin call of bells - Katie Ford "A Spell"

Take a string to a bittern's back - Katie Ford "The Throats of Guantanamo"

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The mythologies of a city - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

To go see Anne Frank - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

A voyeuristic tug at suffering - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Make public space for loss - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Immune to time shifts - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Heights like reptilian skyscrapers - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Tulips and pink depression glass - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Grows the dandelions in the gutter - Megan Fernandes "Amsterdam"

Replace desire with meaning - Megan Fernandes "Friends with No Benefits"

Has taken lessons from the river - Megan Fernandes "Friends with No Benefits"

Replace intensity with meaning - Megan Fernandes "Friends with No Benefits"

A black hole of boundless appetite - Megan Fernandes "Friends with No Benefits"

Watch you like a faraway tree - Megan Fernandes "Friends with No Benefits"

Bends the flora to her spells - Megan Fernandes "In California, Everything Already Looks Like an Afterlife"

All his orchids are crooked - Megan Fernandes "In California, Everything Already Looks Like an Afterlife"

Exactly half a mile from the ocean - Megan Fernandes "In California, Everything Already Looks Like an Afterlife"

Enshrines him with eucalyptus - Megan Fernandes "In California, Everything Already Looks Like an Afterlife"

The contract of their intimacy - Megan Fernandes "In California, Everything Already Looks Like an Afterlife"

The night is fractured with mountains - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

Grilling ink into the blue thaw - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

All oracles in the oil - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

All the possibilities of a warm night - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

Drained floodplains and eucharistic jimson weed - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

The circus of eggs on the plate - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

The great vigilance of the 19th century - Megan Fernandes "The Jungle"

On our small, transactional earth - Megan Fernandes "On the One Hand"

In the green jungle of wild selves - Megan Fernandes "On the One Hand"

Thirst at the watering hole - Megan Fernandes "On the One Hand"

Remove myself from this balancing act - Megan Fernandes "On the One Hand"

Spare you the labor of buoyancy - Megan Fernandes "On the One Hand"

The flowers are made of glass - Megan Fernandes "Quentin Compson at the Natural History Museum, Harvard University"

The orchids, posing like eavesdroppers - Megan Fernandes "Quentin Compson at the Natural History Museum, Harvard University"

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Those blossoms haunt the rocks - James Elroy Flecker "Areiya"

Those old rocks break the hill that we the heights should win - James Elroy Flecker "Areiya"

Your ramparts green with briar fortify - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

Dark militia of the southern shore - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

The falsest of fair tales - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

Spectres of the foam riding the summer gales - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

Ancient days in endless dynasty - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

Windy odors light as thistledown - James Elroy Flecker "Brumana"

Augustine with his feet of snow - James Elroy Flecker "The Dying Patriot"

Robed in red and sea-lilies - James Elroy Flecker "The Dying Patriot"

Where the fleet of stars is anchored - James Elroy Flecker "The Dying Patriot"

My road along the river of return - James Elroy Flecker "A Fragment"

Countries where the white moons burn - James Elroy Flecker "A Fragment"

On the pale and crystal desert hills - James Elroy Flecker "A Fragment"

Lured young Achilles from his haunted sleep - James Elroy Flecker "A Fragment"

And paints the shadows green and red - James Elroy Flecker "The Gates of Damascus"

With songs beguile your pilgrimage - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

That Beauty lives though lilies die - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

And winds and shadows fall toward the West - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Those long caravans that cross the plain - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

With dauntless feet and sound of silver bells - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Put forth no more for glory or for gain - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Take no more solace from the palm-girt wells - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

And such sweet jams meticulously jarred - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

We shall go always a little further - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

To ride forth at evening from the wells - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

When shadows pass gigantic on the sands - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

For lust of knowing what should not be known - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

Unwise and curiously planned - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"

In fire the great boat beats the seas - James Elroy Flecker "Hyali"

Gleaming fish that gasp in the death-bright dawn - James Elroy Flecker "Hyali"

Tell me no tale how Romans built - James Elroy Flecker "Hyali"

That bearded lords rowed by to fight for Venice - James Elroy Flecker "Hyali"

Thy rocks shall down through time endure - James Elroy Flecker "Hyali"

From Troy's doom-crimson shore - James Elroy Flecker "The Old Ships"

The power to Midas given of old - James Elroy Flecker "The Queen's Song"

And leave a metal grace, a graven joy - James Elroy Flecker "The Queen's Song"

And drive away the rose to leave a shell - James Elroy Flecker "The Queen's Song"

Until I was but dust, buried unknown - James Elroy Flecker "The Queen's Song"

Drops the moonlight through my heart - James Elroy Flecker "Santorin"

The mirrors of the sea are strewn - James Elroy Flecker "A Ship, an Isle, a Sickle Moon"

When the bolt lies deep in the door - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

From the clock's last chime to the next - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

Space with gaunt grey eyes and her brother Time - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

Wheeling and whispering come - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

I am emptied of all my dreams - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

Only see ether's long bankless streams - James Elroy Flecker "Stillness"

They who come faster than fate - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

With the sun or the moon for a lamp - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

Our star to shine on the ruins of Rum - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

Where the Waters of Destiny boom - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

And the sword was a broker of doom - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

Physician who cured not a few of ambition - James Elroy Flecker "War Song of the Saracens"

When the silver dove descends - James Elroy Flecker "Yasmin"

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Unruffled by shadow of care - Arthur M. Forrester "Black Loris"

A rattle of hoof and of steel - Arthur M. Forrester "Black Loris"

Like echoes of an angel's trumpet roll - Arthur M. Forrester "The Church of Ballymore"

A reflex of our native skies - Arthur M. Forrester "Father Tom Malone"

Along the thorny track of truth - Arthur M. Forrester "Father Tom Malone"

Gaunt ghosts in the valley - Arthur M. Forrester "The Lord of Kenmare"

The thorns for his serfs - Arthur M. Forrester "The Lord of Kenmare"

Still essayed by an imp - Arthur M. Forrester "The Lord of Kenmare"

Tall foxgloves like sentinels - Arthur M. Forrester "The Old Boreen"

As the sigh of a zephyr in June - Arthur M. Forrester "An Old Irish Tune"

While it tempted our feet - Arthur M. Forrester "An Old Irish Tune"

From both camps a tornado of cheers - Arthur M. Forrester "An Old Irish Tune"

The clouds of battle-tempest - Arthur M. Forrester "The Red-Heart Daisy"

Fields of ripening corn and clover - Arthur M. Forrester "The Red-Heart Daisy"

The human cyclone's awful faces - Arthur M. Forrester "The Red-Heart Daisy"

Clusters with hearts of crimson - Arthur M. Forrester "The Red-Heart Daisy"

Daisies spangled the mountain's crest - Arthur M. Forrester "The Red-Heart Daisy"

The Niobe of nations - Arthur M. Forrester "The Tide Is Turning"

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With the proud monarchs of our eastern heights - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

A tiny germ that yet shall bud and blossom - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

Lost amid the azure of the skies - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

And the great orchards burst from bud to blossom - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

With promise of the autumn's glittering grain - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

The chattering blackbirds' merry riot - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

Where the hungry rooks in clouds assemble - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"

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Like a diadem of light - Mary Weston Fordham "For Who?"

May cherish naught of earth - Mary Weston Fordham "For Who?"

Know that love needs nurture - Mary Weston Fordham "For Who?"

Thick and fast the leaves are falling - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"

Imprints of his icy fingers - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"

Tell of hearts you've sadly broken - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"

Tell of love dead and unspoken - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"

With Eternity be blended - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"

The heart's deep anguished grave - Mary Weston Fordham "A Reverie"

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No rites we need that shun the light - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Must read some dark or words to-night - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

An outlet for each pool of strife - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Her stained windows reared between them and the light - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Backward borne far in a bygone age - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

The hangings woven all of rocks and mosses - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

In the wind of night the arras swells and swings - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Came to him in straits and travail sore - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Then tears came fast instead of words - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

In this wilderness of life there's no such crooked road - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Mine inward plight is one that stands alone - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

This guilt must sure unmeasured be - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Keep vigils long as flesh can bear - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

And drive away the hell-set dreams - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

To seek for hell so pure a gem as this - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

These heavenward birds to snare - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

When every brighter line is vain - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Oft assailed but never quelled - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

That nestles safe close to the heart of France - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

But they the sharpest thorns who bear - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

The shadow of the Enemy had left his heart and face - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

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Let the rude waves beat their sullen music - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

Whether they roar in storm, or whisper peace - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

What matter though the gale in fury rave - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

Held close by flowers too beauteous for the day - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

As vesper chimes grow dimmer and more faint - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

And sink to silence, conquered by the storm - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

Dragged to the depths by iron hand and chain - J.B.F. [J.B. Forsyth] "Mehalah" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no.153, vol.III, Dec. 4, 1886]

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The winds go down in peace - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "At the Dreamland Gate"

Each nail had a diamond head - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Ballad of the Black-Smith's Sons"

Airs from the Beggar's Opera on broken fiddles played - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Beggar King"

The bitter she flavored with caraway - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Caraway"

Ivory floors scattered over with diamond-dust - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "A Castle in Spain"

Ruby lilies, and roses of gold, and myrtle of amethyst - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "A Castle in Spain"

If the crows from that withered old cornfield fly - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Crow--Warning"

Now consults a dandelion as an Oracle of Greece - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Dandelion-Oracle"

And dreams of course by opposites always go - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Dorothy's Dream"

Who bound the ogre with a fetter of spiderwort - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Down in the Clover"

Who found a flower of gold and rubies - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Down in the Clover"

Pass six tall hollyhocks red and white - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Enchanted Tale of Banbury Cross"

Made her a necklace of cranberries - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Out-Doors Girl"

Because she bloomed in winter weather - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "A Song [Sing a song of a little lass (red blow the roses, O)]"

All the sweet in the world she took as her right - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Spoiled Darling"

Could see the next year's rose and honey-bee - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "A Swing"

The pinks had come with their spices sweet - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The Tithing-Man"

With the gold of roses caught round his feet - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "The True and Last Story of Little Boy Blue"

And they could whistle a roundel true - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Two Little Birds in Blue"

Pink with clover, sweet with honey - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Two Moods"

All laden with cargoes of beautiful dreams - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Wee Willie Winkie"

Through her silver ocean rides a thousand fathoms deep - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Wee Willie Winkie"

An arrow of light down the Milky Way - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Wee Willie Winkie"

I'll go to bed when the shadows fall - Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman "Wee Willie Winkie"

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The future blows of initiation and affection - Jazno Francoeur "cathexis"

In the formation of sleepwalkers - Jazno Francoeur "Fountain Street"

Withdraw silently into the past - Jazno Francoeur "Fountain Street"

Our life was an accident - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

Colluded with emptiness to conceal - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

Burning refugee hearts - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

Each mistake receding in the rear-view mirror - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

Headlights falling on a new city - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

Each incipient disaster breaking the night - Jazno Francoeur "Home"

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When all the roads are white with dust - Hannah G. Fernald "In Summer" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And thirsty flowers complain - Hannah G. Fernald "In Summer" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Must go carry round the rain - Hannah G. Fernald "In Summer" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

When the kitten is lost or the puppy is bad - Hannah G. Fernald "Picture-Book Time" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Forgetting our woes in the picture-book world - Hannah G. Fernald "Picture-Book Time" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

But home was just over the hill - Hannah G. Fernald "Pretending" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

The world seemed so big and so still - Hannah G. Fernald "Pretending" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

The other dolls sit as I tell them they must - Hannah G. Fernald "A Troublesome Daughter" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Her sea and her boat were make-believe - Hannah G. Fernald "A Voyage" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Past the perilous garden gate - Hannah G. Fernald "A Voyage" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Past the rocks where the mermaids sing - Hannah G. Fernald "A Voyage" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

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Not a soul would dare to sleep - J.T. Fields "The Captain's Daughter" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

In winter to be shattered by the blast - J.T. Fields "The Captain's Daughter" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

And the breakers talked with Death - J.T. Fields "The Captain's Daughter" [Fun and Frolic. No date. Edited by E.T. Roe.]

Simple justice he requested - James T. Fields "On a Portrait of Cromwell"

Cries a voice that still commands - James T. Fields "On a Portrait of Cromwell"

Centuries dark with Cromwell's name - James T. Fields "On a Portrait of Cromwell"

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Coldly and bright draws in the day - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

His Summer's ardent labours done - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Where Winter shews his starry signs - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The sun's inspiring fervours fail - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The clouds would all his cheer withhold - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Bestow the soothing of his waning glow - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Friends who cleave to us through ill - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Outbrave the bitter wind that blows - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

And deck their season to its close - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Round these the blast blows keen and fierce - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Their withered bloom and idle pride - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Makes song in many a sullen tone - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The clouds fall back to yield him way - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The moment's bloom is sunk again in cold - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Whate'er we prize of love and worth - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Friends by many a tie endeared - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The dreams the aching heart forgets - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

The hopes that fade to cold regrets - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Or let the Winter's gloom be yours - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

What Love would have me not forget - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "The Fall of the Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.719, 6 Oct. 1877]

Full in the midst of these gray bounds - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "Monument and Turf" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.725, 17 Nov. 1877]

What deeds he wrought of mark and fame - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "Monument and Turf" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.725, 17 Nov. 1877]

Where Silence mocks at Fame - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "Monument and Turf" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.725, 17 Nov. 1877]

The turf alone tells whence he sprung - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "Monument and Turf" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.725, 17 Nov. 1877]

His virtues slumber with his dust - D.F. [Daniel Fallon] "Monument and Turf" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.725, 17 Nov. 1877]

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And drove me into devious ways - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

My wandering steps arrest - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

Check for the time my wild career - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

And rings perhaps with hollow sound - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

Stealing across the calm and moonlit seas - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

A power that made the fetters fall - J.F. "The Better Thought" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.460, 23 Oct. 1852]

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called you from your idle dream-workshop - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

after keeping you up late as my youth last night - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

later than the gods' twilight - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

watched a star burn through your wall-length windows - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

resplendent fire raging far more distant - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

felt closer than ever to inspiration - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

by dawn I'd sneak in beside your soul - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

a blessed light came disrupting the blindfold - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

and instead I woke you with Wagner - Logan February "I Woke You with Wagner,"

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moving mountains of moments - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

falling drops of starlight - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

we wash away the empire's sins - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

the year that marked us but we cannot wash away the wind - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

for our people who touch the land - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

a gray winter blizzard washed in blue tones - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

remember a forever summer in my blood - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

home is soil beneath my fingernails - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

where i hold a full cup of faith - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

leave more than these verses in the wind - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

the moonlight that eased someone else's sorrow - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

my bones are one with the red clay - Mariposa Fernández "Verses in the Wind"

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reading a bible of conditional statements - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

if you play with your shadow, then it will eat you - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

black foxes that escaped into my room - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

i made theater of skepticism - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

when he called superstistions the devil's proverbs - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

in the still air after a hurricane - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

a game of telephone that first rang across the ocean - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

an insurance policy against what God won't cover - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

an instruction manual on how to collar the uncontrollable - Mckendy Fils-Aimé "on superstitions"

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Veiled in shadow, hushed and still - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

Downward from the starlit skies - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

Empty hands are clasped in vain - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

Bidding earthly sounds grow dumb - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

Whispering in my dreaming ear - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

Angels count the mourner's hours - Fanny Forrester "Angel Visitors" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.14-v.I, 5 April 1884]

The stars, their death-watch keeping - Fanny Forrester "A Last 'Good-Night'" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.31-v.I, 2 Aug. 1884]

Shades of death are round me closing - Fanny Forrester "A Last 'Good-Night'" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.31-v.I, 2 Aug. 1884]

Tears and shadows hide thy face - Fanny Forrester "A Last 'Good-Night'" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.31-v.I, 2 Aug. 1884]

Shrined within my faithful heart - Fanny Forrester "Not Beautiful!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.11-v.I, 15 March 1884]

Its healing power rob death of half its sting - Fanny Forrester "Not Beautiful!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.11-v.I, 15 March 1884]

I would not dare to change thee - Fanny Forrester "Not Beautiful!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.11-v.I, 15 March 1884]

Should it not soothe my grief to know - Fanny Forrester "Not Lost, but Gone Before" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.3-v.I, 19 Jan. 1884]

I kneel with heart all crushed and sore - Fanny Forrester "Not Lost, but Gone Before" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.3-v.I, 19 Jan. 1884]

Dance through my broken dreams - Fanny Forrester "Not Lost, but Gone Before" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.3-v.I, 19 Jan. 1884]

Soon my burning tears shall fall - Fanny Forrester "Not Lost, but Gone Before" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.3-v.I, 19 Jan. 1884]

Laughing streams all crystal bright - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Strewn with blossoms and flecked with light - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

While my heart in rapture sings - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Blush 'neath the sunset like rosy wine - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Balm fresh flung from the hand of God - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

I sing to the children of toil and woe - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Steeped in the fragrance of summer showers - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Kiss the dust from my weary feet - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

I own not one inch of the land - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Let pomp and pride and the treasures of earth be given - Fanny Forrester "The Poet's Treasures" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.129-v.III, 19 June 1886]

Bees wooed the white clusters of the hawthorn trees - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

Bright with the glory of poetic thought - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

Could tempt her footsteps from that dingy room - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

Wept in the still midnight - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

The sheltered places where the violets grew - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

While the sunbeams played at hide-and-seek - Fanny Forrester "Spring in the Alley" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.21-v.I, 24 May 1884]

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My mind with inward vision glowed - John Freeman "The Body"

Her light streamed through the years - John Freeman "The Body"

Shape and spirit together mingling - John Freeman "The Body"

Falling with the curve of time - John Freeman "The Body"

Water falling golden from the sun - John Freeman "The Body"

Nor water such strength has - John Freeman "The Body"

Lit her body with lamps of fire - John Freeman "The Body"

In her arms and in each finger flame - John Freeman "The Body"

The mind's own fire beneath the cool skin - John Freeman "The Body"

Stream that falls to the deeps of the mind - John Freeman "The Body"

A flame moving in the spirit's wind - John Freeman "The Body"

That beauty's self rose visible in the world - John Freeman "The Body"

Over age that darkens, and griefs that destroy - John Freeman "The Body"

Tired eyes that looked at nothing at all - John Freeman "The Chair"

From the smoke rise the flame's snake-eyes - John Freeman "The Chair"

Her never-singing lips shut fast - John Freeman "The Chair"

Fearing to wake me by a careless breath - John Freeman "The Chair"

The sparrows quarrelling round the lilac - John Freeman "The Chair"

Heavy rains choking in the roof-drains - John Freeman "The Chair"

Mixing a magic with your cakes and tarts - John Freeman "The Chair"

Now but a memory to bless and harry me - John Freeman "The Chair"

Remains of you still swathed with care - John Freeman "The Chair"

And all that hum of summer air - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

And all the long inquietude of breaking seas - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

Sweet and delightful are in loneliness - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

And those stars so gravely still - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

Beauty pour upon the strangeness - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

The strangeness of the heart's breaking seas - John Freeman "More Than Sweet"

Imagine your answer - John Freeman “Saudade”

In its cruelest translation - John Freeman “Saudade”

That hears fire, train and echo and all - John Freeman "Shadows"

The secret shape of once-seen, sweet and oft-dreamed loveliness - John Freeman "Shadows"

That builds shape, memory, dream and all - John Freeman "Shadows"

A white moon stares Time's thinning fabric through - John Freeman "Shadows"

While the dark vast earth shakes and rocks - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

In this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Pouring strange light on things more strange - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Trembling with change and fear of counter-change - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

The fair stars trembling in their light - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Stars quenched in anger and hate - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Because a sorrow on dark midnight lies - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Streams of uncomprehending sadness pour - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Thwarting the eager spirit's pure intelligence - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Only the wandering air that grows with dawn - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

And the earth trembled when the stars were gone - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Trodden underfoot like wayside flowers - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

All her roads are nerves of noble thought - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Even in victory there hides defeat - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

If to thee the stars yield victory - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

As the soft-shod hours passed - John Freeman "The Stars in Their Courses"

Flashed a swift terror on the dark - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

With darkness ridged the riven dark - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

And rooks were still in rigid boughs - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

From all the wood came but the owl's hoot - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

In that cold trance the earth was held - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

Nor from those chill gray granite trees was music wrought - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

Rolled the slow thunders on the wind - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

Only a dog's long lonely howl - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

When from the window poured pale light - John Freeman "Stone Trees"

Shadows cloaked the narrow place - John Freeman "Waiting"

When the desire of song had gone - John Freeman "Waiting"

What her longing fingers zeal had wrought - John Freeman "Waiting"

Morning ran and kissed the grass - John Freeman "The Wakers"

Before the daisy and the sorrel buy their brightness back - John Freeman "The Wakers"

The steady shadows shook and thinned and died - John Freeman "The Wakers"

From east to west, chased by one wild grey cloud - John Freeman "The Wakers"

The fading edge of all delight - John Freeman "The Wakers"

Lying beneath a hundred seas of sleep - John Freeman "Waking"

With all those heavy waves flowing over me - John Freeman "Waking"

A sleep so dark and so bewilderingly deep - John Freeman "Waking"

A strange room entered by wild moonlight - John Freeman "Waking"

As one climbs from water up to land - John Freeman "Waking"

Fumbling for weedy steps with foot and hand - John Freeman "Waking"

For yesterday's whereon to climb - John Freeman "Waking"

This remote and new-struck isle of time - John Freeman "Waking"

Travelled among common thoughts again - John Freeman "Waking"

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the cramped quarters of any vessel voyaging - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

with contraband and trafficked cargo - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

the rum barrel hollowed out and beaten into percussion - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

a pidgin picking its way into a creole - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

any savage tongue consumed again and again - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

with ginger and sugar and allspice and clove - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

song morphing out each new generation's lips - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

grinding allspice and clove and fennel and cinnamon - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

the scotch bonnet burn in the curry - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

the one i sing into being with this savage tongue - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

as soon as the sound stops shaking in the ocean salt air - Malcolm Friend "Caliban Theory"

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Darken with doubt his glory - Fritz "The Poet's Power" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.461, 30 Oct. 1852]

The heart to which its strains belong - Fritz "The Poet's Power" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.461, 30 Oct. 1852]

A rich reward still earning - Fritz "The Poet's Power" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.461, 30 Oct. 1852]

When the world's cold heart no more is stirred - Fritz "The Poet's Power" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.461, 30 Oct. 1852]

But a ray of truth from Eden's bower - Fritz "The Poet's Power" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.461, 30 Oct. 1852]

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Across the pauses of the feast the singers' voices fall - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

But there the minstrel has no place - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

Too soft his flesh to bear life's storms - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

Too ready to perceive joy's inmost heart of pain - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

The wish consumes him like a fire - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

To cast away for evermore the burden of the lyre - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

Life's heavy tasks and fair rewards - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

As it leaves his lips, the sigh becomes a song - Catherine Grant Furley "The Minstrels" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.131-v.III, 3 July 1886]

Your faithlessness and your deceit - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

How I should make a good retreat - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

Because your fickleness I saw - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

Thus neither needs to make amends - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

While I was monarch of your heart - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

But from my vassal did I part - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

No penalty the change attends - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

And all our fortunes we'll relate - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

Of love let's have no more to say - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

Our game in pleasant fashion ends - Catherine Grant Furley "Quits!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.20-v.I, 17 May 1884]

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The trumpet's breath bids ruin smile - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

Other themes of deep distress - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

Who guide the maze of song - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

Hostile ships in flaming combat join - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

Swifter than the course of light - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

The wandering thought from Lethe's shores - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

Congenial sister of immortal Fame - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

And blazoned glories spread - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Introduction"

The wayward steps of Fortune - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Where floods of rapture roll - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The dull reluctant soil - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

And Phoebus in the north declines - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The prelude of approaching storms - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

A captive fettered to the oar of gain - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Impetuous round her axle rolls - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Her savage train in sable squadrons - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Combat every hostile wind - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The conscious cheek of truth - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Armed with poisons fell - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

From the wave of dark oblivion - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

By nature taught to please - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The secret of their mutual flame - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The chastity of silent woe - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Gentle mistress of my hopes - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Subdued by charms divine - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

With secret tumult heaved - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The midnight path explored - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Destined to lament in vain - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Fair regent of the night - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Taste the bitter draught of woe - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

To her silent couch retired - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

A mighty halo round her silver throne - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

To court the veering winds - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

To rule the surge like Moses' wand - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

The meteors of her native sky - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Unlock the witches' midnight spell - William Falconer "The Shipwreck: Canto I"

Poor wanderer on the deep - William Falconer "To a Swallow that Dropped on Deck During a Storm at Sea"

Frail wrestler with the breeze - William Falconer "To a Swallow that Dropped on Deck During a Storm at Sea"

Storms their prowling vigils keep - William Falconer "To a Swallow that Dropped on Deck During a Storm at Sea"

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Neither broad nor narrow - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

The impulses of air and sky - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

The dews of evening quaff - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

Loiters with the briar rose - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

No human sorrow fearing - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

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The spelling of the poet's name is as I found it in the source (probably a Project Gutenberg book), but I'd trust Wikipedia more as the spelling there is likely supported by multiple sources. Then again, the poet's dates are such that spellings of names vary a lot due to lack of standardization as much as due to errors. The linked Wikipedia article mentions this poem specifically..

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Pacing the sad gardens of memory - Forugh Farrokhzad "Born Again" transl. by Jascha Kessler and Amin Banani

In the nest of my inkstained fingers - Forugh Farrokhzad "Born Again" transl. by Jascha Kessler and Amin Banani

Wanders time's arid trajectory - Forugh Farrokhzad "Born Again" transl. by Jascha Kessler and Amin Banani

Fetch a pearl from the well - Forugh Farrokhzad "Born Again" transl. by Jascha Kessler and Amin Banani

Plays the wooden flute of her heart - Forugh Farrokhzad "Born Again" transl. by Jascha Kessler and Amin Banani

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Joined in the heavenly melody - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

Forgetful of December dread - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

May not tell the change of time - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

With spotless wave and crystal tide - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

Like a beacon flame of war - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

Horror's aching stare - R.O. Fenwick "The Goblin Groom"

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Raise the veil of memory - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

Seek our welcome in a silent tear - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

With sunlight on our wings - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

The smoke-wreath on the crater's verge - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

From the tornado's whirl we safe emerge - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

Pour the fragrant oil and wine - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

Breathe the incense of the heart - Effie Fitzgerald "The Babes of Exile"

Nothing on Wikipedia or that comes up on Google except a lot of geneaology stuff and the issues of Graham's Magazine that Project Gutenberg has. 2/21/24.

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The checquered glass of Time - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

Some ethereal pantomime - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

Danced on the skirt of autumn skies - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

The changing power of years - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

And from our eyes exacted tears - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

From the time when all was green - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

Where care sits emperor of the mind - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

Compare it by your memory's glass - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

Though years are multiplied between - John W. Forney "Time's Changes"

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That in dreams I may wander freer - G.G. Foster "Song of Sleep" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Welcome as blue to the midnight skies - G.G. Foster "Song of Sleep" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Faithful as dew to the drooping flowers - G.G. Foster "Song of Sleep" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Day's death-robes glitter fair - G.G. Foster "Song of Sleep" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The thronging fires of thought - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

My untamed spirit's mood - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

Whose shrine was in my brain - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

And all my heart-flowers withered - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

My wandering steps impel - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

When fame is won and withered - G.G. Foster "To an Old Rock"

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Makeshift forests - Carol Frost “Circus City”

Nature will gather like sleeping poppies - Carol Frost “Circus City”

Mirrors among the trees - Carol Frost “Circus City”

Hid the sun and moon inside a mountain - Carol Frost "Song of the City at Night"

Drink only the milk and eat pearls - Carol Frost "Song of the City at Night"

Raw, gold coiling whirled against air - Carol Frost "The Part of the Bee's Body Embedded in the Flesh"

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As balm unto the eyes - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Eternal Years"

Nor be ashamed of tears - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Eternal Years"

If tranquil hope but trims her lamp - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Eternal Years"

What queenly resplendence of empire - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Grandeurs of Mary"

Ten thousand magnificent greatnesses - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Grandeurs of Mary"

Ten thousand unspeakable majesties - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Grandeurs of Mary"

Wrong to man's blindfold eye - Frederick William Faber, D.D. "The Right Must Win"

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Death with every decision - Aaron Fagan "The Good Light"

As if some day I'd need the flies - Kathy Fagan "At the Champion Avenue Low-Income Senior & Child Care Services Center"

Neither knowing the taste of exile - Hazem Fahmy "Interrogation of an Alternate Timeline"

A good night's sleep before deadly fame - Hazem Fahmy "Interrogation of an Alternate Timeline"

Ghost stories for the rowdy children - Hazem Fahmy "Interrogation of an Alternate Timeline"

It were freedom but to hear - Francis Fahy "Killiney Far Away"

Such sorrow-soothing music - Francis Fahy "Killiney Far Away"

Watering the fields of memory - Constance Fairbanks "Those Far-Off Fields"

Looking back on Fate's decree - Constance Fairbanks "Those Far-Off Fields"

Shadows like black roses - B. H. Fairchild "The Big Bands: Liberal, Kansas, Summer of 1955"

Saved from time's dark creek - B. H. Fairchild "Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest"

Hold the earth in sober wit - Lee Fairchild "Couplets"

Sheer ocean of sky - Ed Falco "Morning Voices"

The dead are islands - Ed Falco "Morning Voices"

In the heart's vibrations - Ed Falco "Morning Voices"

An arrow aimed at a wall - Blas Falconer "My Son Wants to Know Who His Biological Father Is"

Worked on smaller debris first - A.M. Fals "Space in Our Relationship"

Broken bits of habitat disappeared - A.M. Fals "Space in Our Relationship"

Evaporating under the pressure of a bright sun - A.M. Fals "Space in Our Relationship"

A new habitat waited to grow with us - A.M. Fals "Space in Our Relationship"

Sunlight on a truth laid bare - Parke Farley "Patriots: On the '7:50'"

Some jarring note, some tuneless string - Fanny Farmer "The Sky-Lark's Song" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.429, 20 March, 1852]

A masterpiece, personally signed - Sid Farrar The Year Comes Round

Hoping the noon sun won't notice - Sid Farrar The Year Comes Round

Water to the parched earth - Sid Farrar The Year Comes Round

Beneath emptying branches - Sid Farrar The Year Comes Round

Twin cities of fantasy and chance - Farnaz Fatemi "Farnaz"

Taught myself who I was - Farnaz Fatemi "Farnaz"

With appetite spoiled in the garden - Edgar Fawcett "Cleopatra" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Bearing a dark star inside me - Susan Fawcett "Black Water Diving"

A ceiling of light heaving like molten glass - Susan Fawcett "Black Water Diving"

Loved darkness with my needle-teeth - J. Federle "Possession of the Farmer's Son"

Those same eyes welcomed me - Tom Feelings "I Saw Your Face"

And survived the journeys well - Tom Feelings "I Saw Your Face"

Nested like a doll within right now - J. Everett Feinberg "Renaissance"

A world where swords can still cut - J. Everett Feinberg "Renaissance"

And breath brushes across the hollow - Kevin J. Fellows "Bone Song"

Crueler colours than the abyss - Caleb Femi "Baseline"

One of your talking wounded - James Fenton "In Paris with You"

Your feet are closest to spring - Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi "Letter from a Hot Air Balloon"

Your bones are as heavy as the past - Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi "Letter from a Hot Air Balloon"

The door Night had closed over the world - Monica Ferrell "In Safranbolu"

Tune his liberal wealth of song - Darrell Figgis "[Beloved, hast perceived a throstle tune]"

From the unquiet realms of sleep - Darrell Figgis "Exile"

To enshroud the midnight sky - Darrell Figgis "[Friends vanish at my face]"

In the lowly mart of tremulous darkness - Darrell Figgis "[Friends vanish at my face]"

Fearing no impediment - Carrie Law Morgan Figgs "We are Marching"

Dangerous roads we've trod - Carrie Law Morgan Figgs "We are Marching"

To the music of the time - Carrie Law Morgan Figgs "We are Marching"

Up the hill of progress - Carrie Law Morgan Figgs "We are Marching"

Use the glass as a dream portal - Nikky Finney "The Inflammation"

Engineered for uprooting - Nikky Finney "O'Noblesse O'"

Because you have the brightest terror - Jennifer Firestone "Consequences of a Heavy Heart"

Transformations in the underworld - Jennifer Firestone "Consequences of a Heavy Heart"

For a decade we argued - Jameson Fitzpatrick "Divorce Song"

A mermaid on the prow - Jameson Fitzpatrick "Divorce Song"

Luck is not my weather to tell - Jameson Fitzpatrick "Divorce Song"

No silence known beneath the sun - Hildegarde Flanner "To a Tree in Bloom"

Bask in the sunlight of a love so high - Sarah Lee Brown Fleming "Come Let Us Be Friends"

Her surplus of hatred today - Sarah Lee Brown Fleming "Come Let Us Be Friends"

Wander towards chaos and drop into hell - Sarah Lee Brown Fleming "Come Let Us Be Friends"

Striking dead both Bud and Bloom - John Fletcher "Folding the Flocks"

Let one Eye his watches keep - John Fletcher "Folding the Flocks"

Thus I end my evening knell - John Fletcher "Folding the Flocks"

Sweet deceiving lock me in delight - John Fletcher "Right Good Is Rest"

Green, gold and incandescent whiteness - F.S. Flint "Lunch"

Among the people dreaming - F.S. Flint "Lunch"

Aches with all the hawthorn blossom - F.S. Flint "Lunch"

The light wind upon the poplars - F.S. Flint "Lunch"

The termites have worn jagged roads - Evelyn Flores "The Flame Tree"

More stunning than fireworks - Evelyn Flores "The Flame Tree"

Termite trails to the heart of the fire - Evelyn Flores "The Flame Tree"

Unflinchingly parading their bursts of rebellious orange - Evelyn Flores "The Flame Tree"

But no one riding out - Douglas Florian "The Anteater"

The hand of darkness hollowed - Joseph Kearney Foran "The Aurora Borealis"

In bright prismatic splendor - Joseph Kearney Foran "The Aurora Borealis"

Through the fairy curtain dashing - Joseph Kearney Foran "The Aurora Borealis"

Neither when you look at them twice - Calvin Forbes "Homing"

The blame lies in that glass from the tap - Calvin Forbes "Homing"

Stole this story from a dead man's mouth - Calvin Forbes "Homing"

My body's quiet prayer - Aricka Foreman "Polycystic Study of Intimacy"

Pronounced through windows - Tonya M. Foster "Preamble"

Go straight for an inaccuracy - Tonya M. Foster "Preamble"

Waves of articulation and silence - Tonya M. Foster "Preamble"

As foolish and expedient - Carrie Fountain "Time to be the fine line of light"

As the great abstractions come to take you away - Carrie Fountain "[You Belong to the World]"

Forever going through their changes - Carrie Fountain "[You Belong to the World]"

Thyme picked outside our back door - Rebecca Foust "Abeyance"

I know the night lives inside you - Rebecca Foust "Abeyance"

And our atmosphere acts like a prism - JD Fox "Coloring the Sun You Know"

Giving us orange and yellow and sometimes green - JD Fox "Coloring the Sun You Know"

No one's ever seen a purple sun - JD Fox "Coloring the Sun You Know"

The still life outside imitating art - JD Fox "Coloring the Sun You Know"

Cupid has broken his bow - Ralph W.W. Fox "Love Weeping Among the Crosses"

His arrows are shattered and lost - Ralph W.W. Fox "Love Weeping Among the Crosses"

Carved with rude cipher - Ralph W.W. Fox "On Hearing that the Names Carved upon an Old School Table Are to be Removed"

In a naiad's glass I saw - E. Foxton "The New Search After Happiness"

Stung with swarms of wretchedness - E. Foxton "The New Search After Happiness"

Frowning cliff and wayside stone - E. Foxton "The New Search After Happiness"

The rogue returns anon - E. Foxton "The New Search After Happiness"

Eyeless night - Isabel Fraire

Over the bleak and barren snow - Colin Francis "Tony O"

Where there are rivers of wine - Colin Francis "Tony O"

The mountains bread and honey - Colin Francis "Tony O"

From the jaws of the liquid beast - Rudy Francisco "Water"

Before it could devour me whole - Rudy Francisco "Water"

In each hand a disparate dream - Gina Franco "The Same and the Other"

Delirium of the mask - Gina Franco "The Same and the Other"

Of our first lost image - Gina Franco "The Same and the Other"

Pouring white-flecked fire - Florence Kiper Frank "Dawn in the Hills"

A fault built on flesh - Rebecca Morgan Frank "Not Everybody's Bestiary (Yet)"

Reaching out to the vast sky - Jennifer Franklin "Preparing for Residential Placement for My Disabled Daughter"

Heat too deep for me - Krista Franklin "Out of the Woods"

By rubbing them with water - Todd Fredson "[Erratum: Found Ecology Piece]"

The straight road curved by darkness - April Freely "Every Verb is a Lesson in Longing or Dread"

Where the curve is a human limit - April Freely "Every Verb is a Lesson in Longing or Dread"

The apples that blossom during a February heat wave - Sarah Freligh "In this Poem, We Will Not Glorify Sunrise"

A jet pirouettes toward the airport - Sarah Freligh "In this Poem, We Will Not Glorify Sunrise"

Beneath whose far projecting shade - Philip Freneau "The Indian Burying Ground"

By midnight moons - Philip Freneau "The Indian Burying Ground"

To that extent will know the truth - W.A. Frisbie "A Fore Word [The Pirate Frog, and Other Tales]"

To see the knights with dragons fight - W.A. Frisbie "Once on a Time"

No fear of hunters armed with salt - W.A. Frisbie "The Peanut Bird"

When this unequal fight began - W.A. Frisbie "The Pirate Frog"

Played at the margins of the senses - Elisabeth Frost "The Uncured World"

Pretended loss where there was none - Elisabeth Frost "The Uncured World"

The handmaids of Disaster - Fu Hsuan "A Gentle Wind" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Their hearts brave the Four Oceans - Fu Hsuan "Woman" (translated by Arthur Waley)

The wind and dust of a thousand miles - Fu Hsuan "Woman" (translated by Arthur Waley)

More sundered than water and fire - Fu Hsuan "Woman" (translated by Arthur Waley)

There is no empire in nerve - Tracy Fuad "Eclipse Season"

Threaded with crescent meaning - Tracy Fuad "Eclipse Season"

Slides from under shadow - Tracy Fuad "Eclipse Season"

A net of empire sewn with nerve - Tracy Fuad "Eclipse Season"

Bordered by doubt - Gloria Fuertes "Human Geography"

Not having sinned - Gloria Fuertes "Human Geography"

Your arrogant faces on the ground - Antonio Funches "Coup"

Trapped me in a worse place - Antonio Funches "Coup"

Out of the wonderful window to nowhere - Erica Funkhouser "My Father's Lunch"

Interlude of nearly translucent slices - Erica Funkhouser "My Father's Lunch"

An old meal with the patina of dream - Erica Funkhouser "My Father's Lunch"

From the angel's wings of amber - Alice Furlong "Yuletide"

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Watchful as window-light - Tarfia Faizullah "Acolyte"

Be the water you siphon into the roots - Tarfia Faizullah "Apology from a Muslim Orphan"

The dark has its own blindfold - Tarfia Faizullah "Aubade with Sage and Lemon"

Crystallize with revelation - Tarfia Faizullah "Because There's Still a Sky, Junebug"

The names of our dying - Tarfia Faizullah "Consider the Hands Once Smaller"

To quench my anger's thirst - Tarfia Faizullah "Diary"

Refuse to ask or answer - Tarfia Faizullah "Diary"

The defiance of forest fires - Tarfia Faizullah "The Distance Between Fire and Stone"

Across the floors of strangers - Tarfia Faizullah "Djinn in Need of a Bitch"

The handful of invisible everything - Tarfia Faizullah "The Hidden Register of Solace"

You only exist because of thirst - Tarfia Faizullah "I Told the Water"

The voices of these hurt women flowering - Tarfia Faizullah "The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief"

Flowering like marigolds or thistles - Tarfia Faizullah "The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief"

This utter, sooted darkness - Tarfia Faizullah "The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief"

Through the veranda's black iron bars - Tarfia Faizullah "The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief"

Dark silhouette hurrying past - Tarfia Faizullah "The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief"

Until the doorknob went silent - Tarfia Faizullah "100 Bells"

Will misunderstand my silence - Tarfia Faizullah "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth"

Built for my own mind - Tarfia Faizullah "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth"

Another year of pretending - Tarfia Faizullah "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth"

Fighting eons-deep - Tarfia Faizullah "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth"

Twisting and turning across these lifetimes - Tarfia Faizullah "The Poem You've Been Waiting For"

Forgetting me is what you do - Tarfia Faizullah "The Poem You've Been Waiting For"

All your jagged syntaxes softened - Tarfia Faizullah "The Poem You've Been Waiting For"

Here you are the only monster - Tarfia Faizullah "Red-Lipped Poem"

The last and first star - Tarfia Faizullah "Red-Lipped Poem"

In this insomniac light - Tarfia Faizullah "Register of Eliminated Villages"

Over sheaves of bones - Tarfia Faizullah "Register of Eliminated Villages"

For the promise of my name - Tarfia Faizullah "Register of Eliminated Villages"

Smudge the marrow of myself into light - Tarfia Faizullah "Self-Portrait as Artemis"

The night braids my hair - Tarfia Faizullah "Self-Portrait as Artemis"

Into each day's dark hands - Tarfia Faizullah "Self-Portrait as Slinky"

Done cataloguing loss - Tarfia Faizullah "Sex or Sleep or Silk"

forward is not so far away - Tarfia Faizullah "Surah"

More sugar than sting - Tarfia Faizullah "Variations on a Cemetery in Summer"

She has never told me anything but the truth - Tarfia Faizullah "Wait Until It Grows Roots"

I've been leaving the doors open too - Tarfia Faizullah "Wait Until It Grows Roots"

The spirits flit more freely now - Tarfia Faizullah "Wait Until It Grows Roots"

A friend can bring you back to your sweeter senses - Tarfia Faizullah "Wait Until It Grows Roots"

Famished with stars - Tarfia Faizullah "West Texas Nocturne"

Thought I could live without grief - Tarfia Faizullah "What This Elegy Wants"

The morning's flustered shadows - Tarfia Faizullah "What This Elegy Wants"

The sounds of their own grief - Tarfia Faizullah "You Ask Why Write About It Again"

The heft and shimmer of sorrow - Tarfia Faizullah "You Ask Why Write About It Again"

But what can you tell me of sorrow - Tarfia Faizullah "Your Own Palm"

Etched on your own palm - Tarfia Faizullah "Your Own Palm"

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The wind is in your voice - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

The gods are nervous - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

The silence inside - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

The silence inside the photograph - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

In celebration of the present snow - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

An expressed panic - Noah Falck "Fatigue Performance"

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Sun-fires course in all the veins of me - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Pinnacled on the crest of noon - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Dews wrung from the Sun-god's eyes - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

My arrow through the heart of Wrong - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Lonely Gods on shrouded heights - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Girdled life and death in one - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

In the wrath of my bereavement - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

From a billion blue-gold caverns of air - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Rains down light like argent snows - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Pitiless of the buried years - Eleanor Farjeon "A Burying"

Whose eyes lie mirrored in your cup - Eleanor Farjeon "By the Fountain"

Of all bells that rang once in old London - Eleanor Farjeon "The Children's Bells"

Wipe discord from this troubled star - Eleanor Farjeon "Colin Clout, Come Home Again!"

Floating upon the tides of sleep - Eleanor Farjeon "Dream-Ships"

Unfathomed currents creep - Eleanor Farjeon "Dream-Ships"

A cradle with sails like angel's wings - Eleanor Farjeon "Dream-Ships"

Haven upon the tides of sleep - Eleanor Farjeon "Dream-Ships"

Veil of dead smiles and forgotten tears - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"

The sundial told in silence - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"

The trailing clematis dropped on the sundial - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"

In her house of dreams she grew - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"

The clocks strike fairy-time - Eleanor Farjeon "Fairy-Time"

Woven through the heart of night - Eleanor Farjeon "Fairy-Time"

With rein and bit of gossamer - Eleanor Farjeon "Fairy-Time"

A rose torn in the careless frolic - Eleanor Farjeon "Fairy-Time"

Grows nothing but my thorn - Eleanor Farjeon "For Joan"

Weft of Time's humming loom - Eleanor Farjeon "From an Old Garden"

Warp of sleep and woof of love - Eleanor Farjeon "From an Old Garden"

Our honeymoon hangs in the sky - Eleanor Farjeon "From an Old Garden"

Husks whence the kernel slips - Eleanor Farjeon "In the Oculist's Anteroom"

The lure of the roses is rare - Eleanor Farjeon "King Laurin's Garden"

Four high gates to the garden - Eleanor Farjeon "King Laurin's Garden"

The flash of a fragrant flame - Eleanor Farjeon "King Laurin's Garden"

The heart of a flower on fire - Eleanor Farjeon "King Laurin's Garden"

With our cargo of hopes and dreams - Eleanor Farjeon "The Last Night"

And where will they plant their feet? - Eleanor Farjeon "Light the Lamps Up, Lamplighter!"

Fire in my blood and breath - Eleanor Farjeon "The Moral"

A world of wraiths and shadows - Eleanor Farjeon "The Mysterious Forest"

Upon the muffled boundaries of the world - Eleanor Farjeon "Night-Piece"

With a million stars you pin it to the sky - Eleanor Farjeon "The Night Will Never Stay"

Though you bind it with the blowing wind - Eleanor Farjeon "The Night Will Never Stay"

Music up and down the wind - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

On its time-defaced pedestal - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

Crumbles to its complete oblivion - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

Spilling libations from the brim - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

The golden nectar of her daffodils - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

Derides Pan's lost dominion - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

Airy shapes of Oreads circling free - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

The wash and whisper of far waters - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

The pale green light of distant moons - Eleanor Farjeon "Pan-Worship"

And the Squire's eyes dwell on laughter - Eleanor Farjeon "The Quest"

The Knight's eyes dwell on a star's white crest - Eleanor Farjeon "The Quest"

The Squire's blade wins the battle - Eleanor Farjeon "The Quest"

Learned to understand the solitudes - Eleanor Farjeon "The Reflection"

Only are grey as diamonds are - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs III"

Rare jewels delved from a fairy mine - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs III"

The million lights of the polar-star - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs III"

Unravel the music of the grass - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs IV"

And shakes its sparkling spray of song - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs V"

All scorning the jaded hours - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs V"

The moon reaping God's blue fields - Eleanor Farjeon "A Sheaf of Nature-Songs VII"

The frost of the moon fell over my floor - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"

Six green singers stood at my door - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"

Over your bed let the Yew-bough fall - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"

Elfin dreams in its branches stir - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"

Count the cost of golden laughter - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet III"

In the dull coinage of leaden tears - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet III"

Hear the sorry tune of time - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet IV"

Brings no metal to the flames - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet V"

Upon the very boundary of the stars - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet VII"

Single flash of measureless time - Eleanor Farjeon "Sonnet VII"

Owned wealth in a measure supreme - Eleanor Farjeon "The Unspoken Word"

To all in your orbit who move - Eleanor Farjeon "The Unspoken Word"

The barrier of silence hold unbroken - Eleanor Farjeon "The Unspoken Word"

Which never gold could buy - Eleanor Farjeon "Vagrant Songs III"

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Sown in salt - Andrew Feld "Abstract for a Burning City"

The ashy taste of lamentation - Andrew Feld "Abstract for a Burning City"

Tasting like amnesia - Andrew Feld "Best and Only"

Frostbitten false fire - Andrew Feld "Best and Only"

Suffering teaches you to suffer - Andrew Feld "The Boxers"

A brutal, cold wind of memory - Andrew Feld "Crying Uncle"

And wait, impatiently, for nothing - Andrew Feld "Crying Uncle"

In a concentrate of time - Andrew Feld "Dedication"

Still waiting for the whetted scythe - Andrew Feld "Dedication"

Contending with the sun - Andrew Feld "Description of Seas, Waters, Rivers, &c."

Rose above the shadows their names cast - Andrew Feld "Great Hill Lyric"

Some fragments of his path - Andrew Feld "Great Hill Lyric"

As sharp and quick as regret - Andrew Feld "Great Hill Lyric"

As power trembled into thought - Andrew Feld "Great Hill Lyric"

Even your footprints are not your own - Andrew Feld "Great Hill Lyric"

And all the languages of frost - Andrew Feld "Late-Breather"

All we need of storms - Andrew Feld "Not Included in This Landscape"

The full night’s milk - Andrew Feld "Opium Poppies I"

The dream always remembers the body - Andrew Feld "Opium Poppies I"

Waited by the trembling waters - Andrew Feld "To Adam"

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See also snippets from a collaboration by Mary Aldis and Arthur Davison Ficke.

In halls of sleep you wandered - Arthur Davison Ficke "Among Shadows"

Know it by the cloudy thrill - Arthur Davison Ficke "Among Shadows"

With the laughing crowd around me - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

In one of those strange hours - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Walled in with solitude - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Forever amid these lights - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The restless sea of unknown faces - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

From that mythical land of horrors - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Silence of doubt, silence of comprehension - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

A keen knife of spirit stabbing - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The brief renascence of the midnight hour - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The orange floods of afternoon - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

And the scarlet screaming dawn - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The oldest sin of the world - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Young as its newest rapture - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Of October, honey, and myrrh - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Brought me a lost wonder - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Landscapes clothed in their rightful mystery - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

And the dusk is again holy - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

While the violins sang with him - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The dizzy pulses cease - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Huge branches of coral inky or amber - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

A peering dolphin poised questioningly - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Enter the depths of their traversing - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Pursuing the receding waters - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Down the avenue of lamp-posts - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Strange altars of the midnight - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Doubtful sanctuaries between wars - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Perilous tombs of forgotten goddesses - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

Speak with silence across gulfs of silence - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

As pebbles upon a remote shore - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

To erect pinnacles of dream - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

The intentions of the earth - Arthur Davison Ficke "Cafe Sketches"

All of sharp and new - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

This chaotic age's wine - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Now decline any anodyne - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

On the broken walls you stand - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Peering toward some stony land - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Simple things and dear - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Or are backward glances blind - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Yet some backward longings press - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Into that profound unknown - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

The splintered heights call me - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Call me with fierce lights - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

To old haunts I leave forlorn - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

This flame-swept future - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

Calls to fierce miracles - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"

No beacon toward his destinies - Arthur Davison Ficke "Poetry"

Incredible hopes from far - Arthur Davison Ficke "Poetry"

The tatters of a faded shawl - Arthur Davison Ficke "Portrait of an Old Woman"

In exquisite tendrils twining - Arthur Davison Ficke "Rupert Brooke"

By impatient visions led - Arthur Davison Ficke "Sonnet XXIX"

From what troubled streams his heart is fed - Arthur Davison Ficke "Sonnet XXIX"

In splendor of irradiant rain - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

With flood tides filled thy bosom - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

To give their magics to thy hand - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Where music dwells alone - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Brilliant jewels of summer song - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

As the Autumn kindles on its quest - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Who lit the Maenad hills with song - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

In fetters forged of old - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Arise, spurning all bonds - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Burst the final gates of capture - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Half-blinded by its golden rapture - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Bleakness of life's iron spaces - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Must endure Time's harsh control - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

A great wind of complaining - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

With bolder passion the bitter day endowed - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

The future time with joy inherit - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Speech with Ceres' ghostly daughter - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

That meteor-soul divine - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

That bright line of flame-lipped masters - Arthur Davison Ficke "Swinburne, an Elegy"

Till dusk met the hills - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: II. The Prudent Lover"

Nailed it as a motto above my door - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: II. The Prudent Lover"

A Dear Child and an Infamy - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: III. A Poetry-Party"

The marching river of the beer - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: III. A Poetry-Party

A band-crash of surprise - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: III. A Poetry-Party"

Could no lightnings rouse - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: III. A Poetry-Party"

Mileposts on that road of dread - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: V. Portrait of the Incomparable John Cowper Powys, Esq."

Stranded with spent wing - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: V. Portrait of the Incomparable John Cowper Powys, Esq."

Mixed with a foregleam out of hell - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: V. Portrait of the Incomparable John Cowper Powys, Esq."

Dancing down the sunlight's gold - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VI. To an Outrageous Person"

All the dogmas of our life - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VI. To an Outrageous Person"

Dance in mirth up the rainbow - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VI. To an Outrageous Person"

The mercy of dull anodyne - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VII. In a Bar Room"

Appalling incantations late have passed - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VII. In a Bar Room"

Hope destined an hour to last - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VII. In a Bar Room"

The poet's shout to fate - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VII. In a Bar Room"

Magician of the apron - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: VII. In a Bar Room"

The chambers of his spirit's state - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: IX. The Newest Believer"

Sank quenched and desolate - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: IX. The Newest Believer"

Out of the balefully enfolding mesh - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: IX. The Newest Believer"

Up brighter slopes of day - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: X. Song of a Very Small Devil"

In some deepest tarn astray - Arthur Davison Ficke "Ten Grotesques: X. Song of a Very Small Devil"

The rapture of eager April grace - Arthur Davison Ficke "To a Child--Twenty Years Hence"

Old salamander basking in the fire - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Amid the maelstroms of desire - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Immune to poison, apples, and the rest - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

More skeptic yet of evil - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Streak your front with ochre - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

No virtues left for you - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Of Chaos and the Sacred Seven - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Scorner of Midas and St. Francis - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Whose spirits haunt the void - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

Between Orion and the Northern Wain - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

And nettles strew the bosom of Abraham - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"

To see and understand Pierrot and Columbine - Arthur Davison Ficke "A Watteau Melody"

Where afternoon melts into night - Arthur Davison Ficke "A Watteau Melody"

Entice the shy birds of delight - Arthur Davison Ficke "A Watteau Melody"

A charnel that affronts the sky - Arthur Davison Ficke "A Watteau Melody"

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Strip themselves of asylum - Camonghne Felix "Beer Pong"

Miss myself most when I'm gone - Camonghne Felix "Born. Living. Will. Die."

My favorite memory is still alive - Camonghne Felix "Born. Living. Will. Die."

Bled out through the bone - Camonghne Felix "'But in what way does the blending of two slightly different cells bring about such a renewal of life?' --Freud"

Ending in a question of poison - Camonghne Felix "Contouring the Flattening"

Violated any concept of domain - Camonghne Felix "Contouring the Flattening"

Turned sour by sun's neglect - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

Warranted a new way of listening - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

After too long an ignorance - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

A bullet of tenacity - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

Escape from cog-wheel mandates - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

My prescriptions grown old - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

A heaven that vexes me - Camonghne Felix "Dearly Departed, Again I Dreamt About a Ship"

What silence I can't conquer - Camonghne Felix "Grocery"

Compounds of ripe silence - Camonghne Felix "Lost Poem 4: RX"

To finesse choice out of desire - Camonghne Felix "Lost Poem: RX"

Within a body of jewels - Camonghne Felix "Lost Poem: RX"

To invest in entropy - Camonghne Felix "On Entropy"

To step out of my language - Camonghne Felix "On Entropy"

Balancing on orbs and light - Camonghne Felix "Statement on Being Lonely vs. Alone"

Trying so hard to outrun this - Camonghne Felix "Thank God I Can't Drive"

At the mercy of my own bravery - Camonghne Felix "Thank God I Can't Drive"

By the casual pleasures of warmth - Camonghne Felix "Tonya Harding's Fur Coats"

Precludes the conceit of envy - Camonghne Felix "Tonya Harding's Fur Coats"

That blade in the shoulder of grace - Camonghne Felix "Tonya Harding's Fur Coats"

A perpetual resident of cold endings - Camonghne Felix "Tonya Harding's Fur Coats"

A great fire muted by holy water - Camonghne Felix "Yes, It Is Possible"

Belonging to too many lies - Camonghne Felix "Yes, It Is Possible"

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With thyme for fragrance - Sir Samuel Ferguson "Cean Dubh Deelish"

To the cold wind free - Sir Samuel Ferguson "Cean Dubh Deelish"

Beside the Fairy Hawthorn grey - Samuel Ferguson "The Fairy Thorn"

O'er her low head grey and dim - Samuel Ferguson "The Fairy Thorn"

Their voices in echoless repose - Samuel Ferguson "The Fairy Thorn"

The long night must remain - Sir Samuel Ferguson "Molly Asthore"

Her shadow would make day - Sir Samuel Ferguson "Molly Asthore"

One kiss from her honey mouth - Sir Samuel Ferguson "Molly Asthore"

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The casual slanting of a half-spent sun - Mahlon Leonard Fisher "Afterwards"

Legioned like the grass - Mahlon Leonard Fisher "The Ancient Sacrifice"

Lilies plucked and set like stars - Mahlon Leonard Fisher "The Ancient Sacrifice"

A bugle dying down the gale - Mahlon Leonard Fisher "November"

That grope at ghostly doors - Mahlon Leonard Fisher "November"

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His fist like a twisted snake - John Gould Fletcher "An Actor"

Breaking and spilling fiery cups - John Gould Fletcher "An Actor as a Dancing Girl"

Like loud and yawning laughter - John Gould Fletcher "City Lights"

On the sullen beach of the sky - John Gould Fletcher "The Clouds"

The pilgrimage of grey souls passing - John Gould Fletcher "Court Lady Standing Under a Plum Tree"

To the ash-strewn summit of death - John Gould Fletcher "Court Lady Standing Under a Plum Tree"

That shatter their stars of bloom - John Gould Fletcher "Court Lady Standing Under Cherry Tree"

My thoughts are willow branches already broken - John Gould Fletcher "Dead Thoughts"

Motionless at twilight - John Gould Fletcher "Dead Thoughts"

The torn lantern of my hope - John Gould Fletcher "Disappointment"

Bells which the breezes play - John Gould Fletcher "A Distant Song"

Towards an unseen day - John Gould Fletcher "A Distant Song"

Grasses strewn with delicate stars - John Gould Fletcher "The Endless Lament"

Scarlet threads of sorrow - John Gould Fletcher "The Endless Lament"

Its poor array of tattered flags - John Gould Fletcher "Evening Sky"

Torn between cloud and butterfly - John Gould Fletcher "The Fop"

In the midnight of his hope - John Gould Fletcher "The Future"

My thoughts are sparrows passing - John Gould Fletcher "Fugitive Thoughts"

That breaks in bubbles of gold - John Gould Fletcher "Fugitive Thoughts"

My soul is backwards blown - John Gould Fletcher "Grass"

With long cascades of laughter - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

In the tower of the winds - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Thin fluttering streamers of breeze - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Hugged close by the cool rhododendron - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Splintering into a million fragments - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

The trees splash the sky - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

A restless green rout of stars - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Swing their boughs about their stems - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Planes of light and shadow - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Opening fanlike to fall - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Darting along their green flickering fronds - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Hollow caverns of cool blue shadow - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Solemn arches in the afternoons - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

In terrace beyond terrace, pinnacle above pinnacle - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Cower together in dark valleys - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Enamelled domes tumble upon the grass - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Crashing in ruin quiet at last - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

The voices of the mad wild birds - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Silver spears slanting downwards - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

From pale river-pools of sky - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Till they enclose mighty circles - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Sway to the movement of hooded summits - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

In deep blue seas of air - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

A smooth dry carpet of velvet - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Stiffly ungracious to the wind - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Teetering on red-lacquered stems - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

The conflagrations of the sunset - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Flamboyant crenelations of glory - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

The voices of mermaids crying from the sea - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Gold fish far above the black arches - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Let the timid feet of dawn fly - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Temples and altars sunkindled for me - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"

Stirred by the silver oars of poems - John Gould Fletcher "The Heavenly Poetesses"

Like the wind's deep-muttering breath - John Gould Fletcher "Impromptu"

Mournful as thunder moving through - John Gould Fletcher "In Exile"

While earth is parched more near - John Gould Fletcher "In Exile"

Stabbed with the swords of the rain - John Gould Fletcher "Kiyonobu and Kiyomasu Contrasted"

Through dull years of bitter silence - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

When thunderclouds ring the horizons - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

One mad stray bold from the zenith - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Many bitter winters of defeat - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Down to the granite of patience - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Question them in anguish - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

From your hostages to silence - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Over the million intricate threads - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Repaired through your anguish - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Bitter for remembrance of the healing - John Gould Fletcher "Lincoln"

Jingling tumult of white-hot rays - John Gould Fletcher "London Excursion"

A riddle made to break my heart - John Gould Fletcher "Masonubu -- Early"

Churned to flames by the sun - John Gould Fletcher "Mid-Summer Dusk"

Fluttering butterflies in the rain - John Gould Fletcher "Moods"

With faint drum-tones of thunder - John Gould Fletcher "Mutability"

Out of the crane-haunted mists - John Gould Fletcher "Mutability"

Scandal over full wine cups - John Gould Fletcher "A Night Festival"

Deceived by the jade petals - John Gould Fletcher "An Oiran and her Kamuso"

The dying vine can hold the strongest oak - John Gould Fletcher "The Old Love and the New"

A rosy glimmer of flame remembered - John Gould Fletcher "The Old Love and the New"

A harlequin of illusions - John Gould Fletcher "A Pedlar"

A word of flame and force - John Gould Fletcher "The Rock"

Scrawl on the walls of night - John Gould Fletcher "Sharaku Dreams"

Or you the masks for them - John Gould Fletcher "Sharaku Dreams"

Too shattered by pain for tears - John Gould Fletcher "Sharaku Dreams"

Their own infamy creating - John Gould Fletcher "Sharaku Dreams"

Pillars of the sky at rest - John Gould Fletcher "Snowy Mountains"

Palaces made for cloud - John Gould Fletcher "Snowy Mountains"

The toy-boxes time plays with - John Gould Fletcher "Toy-Boxes"

Like a wind-bewildered crane - John Gould Fletcher "Toyonobu. Exile's Return"

Ages of patient treachery - John Gould Fletcher "The Traitor"

The knowledge of his hour - John Gould Fletcher "The Traitor"

Who has taken sins and sorrows - John Gould Fletcher "The True Conqueror"

And whose deathless spirit leaps - John Gould Fletcher "The True Conqueror"

Where a shy lily half hides - John Gould Fletcher "Two Ladies Contrasted"

Dreaming of vermillion sunsets - John Gould Fletcher "A Woman Standing by a Gate with an Umbrella"

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Scattered poetry blows in - Ralph Fletcher "Bad Weather"

Renting them from God - Ralph Fletcher "Frost in the Woods"

Infiltrating my dreams - Ralph Fletcher "Writer's Block"

Ringing toward the stars - Ralph Fletcher "A Writing Kind of Day"

Metaphors in my imagination - Ralph Fletcher "A Writing Kind of Night"

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Once sawdust becomes my sea - Nick Flynn "Alcoholism"

No one gets all the days - Nick Flynn "Epithalamion"

Remember each hour alone - Nick Flynn "Epithalamion"

Turn me into salt - Nick Flynn "Homily"

To be built in our blood - Nick Flynn "Homily"

Left breathing its thought - Nick Flynn "Homily"

Passing themselves on the way out - Nick Flynn "The Incomprehensibility"

Kneel upon your furnace - Nick Flynn "Put the Load on Me"

As you become air - Nick Flynn "The Washing of the Body"

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Stars' dull hatchets - Jennifer Foerster "from 'Shadow Poems'"

Behind the black bark of the moon - Jennifer Foerster "from 'Shadow Poems'"

In a future with her face - Jennifer Foerster "from 'Shadow Poems'"

On spines of sunken giants - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Afterweather"

Balance on spines of sunken giants - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Afterweather"

No moon to break myself against - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Apricots"

A planet forgotten in the infinite - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Blood Moon Triptych"

Dashed on a soundless stone - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Blood Moon Triptych"

Brush over star's dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Canyon"

A raft for the coming storm - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Canyon"

Listen to the distance - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Catch"

Threads the river's mouth shut - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Catch"

Your reflection pulls against currents - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Catch"

Leaves of the sea's decay - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Descent"

Have drunk the night's perfumes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Descent"

No songs for the snakes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Descent"

Siphon sand from my throat - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Descent"

Wrap myself in thunder's rolling cloak - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Descent"

Wild in the weave - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Floating World"

Beneath the blue curve of history - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Floating World"

Barely audible northern moonlight - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

Moonlight booms from its slow axis - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

Draws me to its bellowing spiral - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

The late dark cloisters of the grotto - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

Skirt the eddy's whirlpooling walls - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

The heart is the inverse of gravity - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen a"

Wearing a quill dress of hours - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen b"

The sound of my immaterial twin - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen b"

The deafening art of repetition - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen b"

Lost as a white doe in winter - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen e"

All geographies of disaster - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen e"

Chartered the denser galaxies - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen f"

The antlers of three trillion trees - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen f"

Writing constitutions for water - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen g"

To move the turtles from the road - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen g"

Time affords us chaos and collage - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen g"

Faith and its meager rations - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen h"

To learn the medicine for vanishing - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen h"

Vortex streets of cylindrical sound - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen i"

The blue gauze of planetary motion - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen i"

Floating on the sea's shifting horizons - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen i"

Weave a ladder to your heart - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen i"

Dismantled ribs of light - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen j"

Beneath the cloak of centuries - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen k"

The weather beneath your language - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen m"

When the fawn returned to the wolf's grave - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen m"

A star in the mind is dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen m"

Descended their spiraled library - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen n"

On history's worn stone steps - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen n"

Vibrating between silence and motion - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen n"

Saplings had sprouted from my hand - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen n"

Into a new language of branching gestures - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen n"

Ribboned the air into a new weather - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen p"

With baskets of larkspur - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen p"

The fiberglass net of paradise - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen p"

History beyond order - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hokkolen p"

Withered under blooms of ash - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hoktvlwv's Crow"

No sound to the forgetting - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hoktvlwv's Crow"

At the vanishing point of your throat - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hoktvlwv's Crow"

Catalogue each day lost - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hoktvlwv's Crow"

That the world would end in snow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hoktvlwv's Crow"

A hole in time's glove - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 1"

Half-note in the flood - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 1"

Fossil of the drowned town's scroll - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 1"

Wander the groves of recycled thoughts - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 2"

Golden in autumn's sweep and blossom - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 2"

When we turn time toward sequence - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 2"

No memory of the formula for forgetting - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 2"

Suspended against the ruins - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 2"

Circling the rims of glass lakes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 5"

Time's mistaken identity - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 5"

As one recedes to the vanishing point - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 5"

Have come back to recover the dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 6"

Fish from the hollow tree - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 6"

Echo the aspen's crack and moan - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 7"

Cold, gray streams of lead - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 7"

Where crashed the cyclop's head - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 7"

Boat in night's dense harbor - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 7"

Fishnets trawling stars - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 7

Catacombs of dusty vintage - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 8"

This garden of stolen language - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 8"

Arranging mosaics of god's face - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 8"

A nest of black hair for the birds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 8"

Inhabiting flaxen flowers of space - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 9"

Resist the resurrection of image - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 9"

Recurring acts of disappearances - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 9"

Knee-deep in eucalyptus leaves - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 10"

A garden in mid-distillation - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 11"

A curriculum for inner vision - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 11"

This honey-glanded pitcher plant - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 11"

Burned gowns gathered in the shade - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 12"

The author of time's bewildering light - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 12"

Her omniscient inflexible flowers - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 12"

How hollow the sound left behind - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 13"

Under tide burrowing shut - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 13"

A coral that rattled when shook - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 14"

Thunder's hushed gallery - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 14"

The museum of my blood - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 14"

My loom's blue metered weft - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 15"

Flame in my unfashionable closet - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 15"

Seagulls hatching from my wrist - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 15"

A bride of my own lamentation - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Not of time's poisoned quills - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Feathers of discontent - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Kingfishers ghosting in cornstalks - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

My field of frozen flutes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Its leftover words in my mouth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Follow their echo's loop and chase - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

Master the map of never - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

The brightness of goose feather snow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Hvmken 16"

At a dinner party of grass - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Land Art"

Seagulls resisting the shore - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Last Kingdom"

Drunk on loosened wind - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Last Kingdom"

The song that recedes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Around the boundary of my feet - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Snags back her blue memory - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Only what is still has memory - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Remapped each morning - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Through the flutes of my ribs - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

The boundary of my feet - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Streets of heaped glass - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Sail through my reflection - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Lost Coast"

Our bodies' contorted clocks - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

A house made of hours - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Her mute song buried - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Stitched us a new bark throat - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Through the cracks of the clock hands - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Tearing through brambled clouds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Have grown a child of hours - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

The night's contorted face - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Bones scraping the sky - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Nightingale"

Rain rolls its tides before us - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Origin of Planets"

Circular tracts overcast with stars - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Origin of Planets"

Paralyzed only by the question of time - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Origin of Planets"

The wind's crystalline structures - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Origin of Planets"

The four dimensions fold into a sandcastle - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Origin of Planets"

Collecting names I had forgotten - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten I"

Snapped trees breathe with ghost food - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten I"

Behind the stars' dull hatchets - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten I"

A nervous brushwork of grass - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten I"

The interior is riddled with masks - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten II"

Feathered shadows on the concrete wall - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten II"

Written over ancient oyster beds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten III"

Slipped from a flowering sun - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten III"

The blinding traffic of night's beheading - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten IV"

A canyon wren obscured by snow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten V"

Drowning the sound of your retreat - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VI"

The imprint of birdsong in an empty sky - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VI"

One the only antidote for the other - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VII"

Loss has allowed me chaos - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VII"

Each gap a prehistoric horizon - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VII"

A sound without dimension - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VIII"

Has concealed itself in dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VIII"

With the devil's rotting apples - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VIII"

The blurred periphery of its passing - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten VIII"

Old objects chained in their places - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten IX"

From the cups of poisoned bees - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten X"

The darkening theater of the forest - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XI"

In the tangled weeds of recurring dreams - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XI"

Shackled against the shooting wall - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XI"

Sail through other people's raptures - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XI"

For one sentence of iridescence - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XIII"

The grove of recycled thoughts - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XIV"

A silkworm's bitten mulberry leaves - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XIV"

Who opens in autumn under stolen light - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XIV"

Spent casks of wind - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XVI"

The glass mind rearranging itself - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XVI"

Each pixel half reflecting my face - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten XVI"

Carried off by uncertain music - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

Breaking the winter of my room - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

In her own solitary direction - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

Branches scratch against my sleep - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

Scratch against my sleep - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

A branch in my sleep - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Other Side"

Useful for the study of snow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Painter"

Lavender instead of roses - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Painter"

Paint her border with a smoke's thread - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Painter"

With a smoke's thread - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Painter"

Many ways of rearranging dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "The Painter"

Clinging to clouds by their beaks - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Pilot"

The mountain's time-cut teeth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Pilot"

Scaling the mountain's time-cut teeth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Pilot"

To weave a rope of sun - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Pilot"

Beneath shifting hands of fog - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Pilot"

Cannot echo your absence - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Refrain"

Cannot retrieve you from rock - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Refrain"

Knowing blue from blue - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Refrain"

Moons the earth has forgotten - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Refrain"

Balled up like a stone - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Resurrection"

Lay it out beneath the lightning - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Resurrection"

Tornado's sharp-toed steeds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Resurrection"

Open to honeyed light - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Resurrection"

Watching the waves pull against time - Jennifer Elise Foerster "River"

As if time were a question - Jennifer Elise Foerster "River"

A butterfly supernova - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

Follow the tide's wet-black eyes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

Scavengers for stars - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

On a drowning boat - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

The stars are your wreckage - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

Chimes of dying reefs - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

In the star's cold machinery - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sail"

Believed in a future with her face - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 1"

Stars' dull hatchets behind the black - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 1"

A small knot of fire - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 2"

A hive dislodged from thickets - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 3"

Gold and tempests hollow in the sand - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 4"

Copper instruments of wind - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 4"

To pass the day with bright misfortune - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 4"

A cloak of swans - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 4"

The moon's fine clothing - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 4"

Possessed by temper's curl and stream - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 5"

Beasts that live on smoke - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 5"

The sun's strange amulets - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 5"

The violent order of hours - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

Learned to navigate painted margins - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

Make of nothing bread enough - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

Resist the music of the swamp - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

Raising the river's black dress - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

On the left banks of the earth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 6"

The orchestra of bees in the grove - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 7"

Vain musicians of time and complaint - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 7"

Must keep a lung of briars - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

Last through anxious rain - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

The burn of the panther's mouth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

Long governed by destruction - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

The scald of rattlesnake weather - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

Stealing prickly trinkets of lightning - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

Its shawl of crimson horses - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 9"

Guided by fragrance of grass - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 10"

Laced through endless blazes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 10"

A series of flame-fringed ridges - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 10"

Geography awash in pitch - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 10"

On a robe of marten skins - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 10"

At liberty in all seasons - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 11"

The right angles of fire - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 11"

Rich with mischief - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 12"

Forded the river for rock trout - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 14"

Hieroglyphics inscribed by teeth - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 15"

A field of smoke to sow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Sixteen Shadows 16"

The sand blowing over her last regret - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Touring the Earth Gallery"

Glass that resembled the sky - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Touring the Earth Gallery"

Followed a path of winding white grass - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen A"

The children of thunder, red smoke and shells - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen A"

A spell for becoming untraceable - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen B"

Reserved his bones for resurrection - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen B"

A mutant rose's neurotoxin - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen C"

Drawing your vessel to shore - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen C"

And ascended the tributary waters - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen C"

The rainbowed mosaic of the oracle - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen D"

In a stream clear with flowering stones - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen D"

A murmur of birds in a fiberglass net - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen E"

Against infinity's cinematic Eden - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"

The static of the traveling dead - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"

Zigzagging pressed sound - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"

The strangling garden of computerized reeds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"

Eroding edge of unattainable sound - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen G"

Gathered for an infinite descent - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen G"

Our methods of deception - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen H"

Concealed ourselves in dust - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen H"

Into oblivion going nowhere - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen J"

Alongside the atlas's scribbled road - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen J"

Beauty's cruel syntax - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

From a museum of dead grammar - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

The sentence of a shifting tide - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

A bead for each seagull - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

Would starve them out for centuries - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

Her witchery my looping trail - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

A crown of prints in snow - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"

Unrolling October's paper curtain - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

Across the meadow's lunar slopes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

Off-season aeriform alphabets - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

Study the dictionary of angels - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

A pile of feathered bones at the door - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

Last year's bear asleep - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen L"

Songs in our fiberglass nets - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen M"

Across the crease of smooth canoes - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen N"

Drenched stars' ancient frieze - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen N"

Your body in chalky backscatter - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen N"

The spiraled staircase of a sundial - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen P"

Thunder's black calligraphy - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Undertow"

Hours like dull gold - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Winter Watch"

For a moment until time returns - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Winter Watch"

To the other side of grief - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Winter Watch"

Until time returns - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Winter Watch"

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Through the edge of winter - Julie Fogliano "Spring, March 20"

The forever rushing daffodils - Julie Fogliano "Spring, March 26"

Enough to wake the rain - Julie Fogliano "Spring, May 20"

Too small to make a morning - Julie Fogliano "Summer, September 10"

On this side of winter - Julie Fogliano "Fall, September 25"

Because they know they cannot stay - Julie Fogliano "Fall, October 15"

Much noisier than nothing - Julie Fogliano "Fall, November 2"

Either into or underneath - Julie Fogliano "Winter, January 13"

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Another chance to dance with another new day - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

One heart held open to another - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

A kiss blown in the mirror - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

The giver of every single thing - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

Down on humbled, human knees - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

Whispered from one listening ear to another - Julia Fehrenbacher "The Only Way I Know Love the World"

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Tongues of fire tied together - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

Black winds tunneled to her sleep - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

Clean as pine root boiled in fire - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

The secret music of the street - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Of rented rooms and white air - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Abandoned by water - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Had been your vigilance - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Along the corridors of the past - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

An old woman's knowledge of graves - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Festivals in memory of you - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Write letters to the disappeared - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Happy to practice speaking - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

With all its windows blank - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Veins of wind light up - Carolyn Forche "Barley Field"

Without protection from the world - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Restored to me - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Keep returning to the present - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

From the quarry of souls - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Live without having survived - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

A spackled fresco of sky - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Breaking that the world could be otherwise - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

A fatigue no sleep could relieve - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Into a mirror with no face - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

The uncertain hand of a lost spirit - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

This blindness for names - Carolyn Forche "Book Codes: III"

Big as a fist and full of daggers - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Crows cackling between us - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Where the ditches have burned - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Call down moose from the mountain - Carolyn Forche "Calling Down the Moose"

A man cloaked in doves - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Shattered but did not disappear - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

The ink of their ability - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Offered its last apparition - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Black storms of dream - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Cup of sleep - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Even sleep is taken - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Like a wreath on water - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Knots where his growth scarred him - Carolyn Forche "Dulcimer Maker"

For music carved on Sumerian stones - Carolyn Forche "Dulcimer Maker"

Ghosts in my mouth - Carolyn Forche "Early Night"

Beneath a tattoo of stars - Carolyn Forche "Elegy"

Where wind becomes an aria - Carolyn Forche "Elegy"

Snow and its synonyms - Carolyn Forche "In the Exclusion Zone"

Like dust in a salt box - Carolyn Forche "From Memory"

The wooden flute of the hermit - Carolyn Forche "Las Truchas"

Counting the dark tongues of bells - Carolyn Forche "The Memory of Elena"

In the body of a twisted bush - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Chips of winter river thawed - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Her shawl catching scraps of her voice - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Wrapping a scoop of snow in tissue paper - Carolyn Forche "Night Shift in the Home for Convalescents"

Between the curtain and hope - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Retrieve a few invisible souvenirs - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Words spoken by the coals - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Completely fashioned of hope - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Itinerary of exile - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

A reliquary in a wall of silence - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Of snow falling into itself - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

With the attention the wind gives - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

With a field's sense of shovels - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

A little burnt sorrow - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Our hope put into questions - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

I pray with both hands - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Without passing through thought - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Carried by countless mouths - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

What fragmentary light - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

This shattering of indifference - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

The world as it emerges - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

What the past is to us - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Into which we escape - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

A coin of moonlight - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Language from a ghost - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Box of world and light - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

From the wind's open wounds - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Turned their berries to stone - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Brought wren song up from the branches - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Wind swallowing the ground - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

As if only hunting birds moved - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Of the substance of motionless wind - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Small winds lift coyotes - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Rolled her naked through the sun - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Close my eyes with coins - Carolyn Forche "Plain Song"

Memory insists - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Until memory held her - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Burning the slightest lapse of sea - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Became our difficult breath - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

A cloud of one desire - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Giving onto emptiness - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Lost every alternate route - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Doubt with certain wisdom - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Through the blood trees within us - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Invisible in my arms - Carolyn Forche "Refuge"

The cries of those who vanish - Carolyn Forche "San Onofre, California"

The black and white collapse of hours - Carolyn Forche "Selective Service"

The various ways to leave - Carolyn Forche "Selective Service"

Swallows carve lake wind - Carolyn Forche "Skin Canoes"

Entering the stomach of stones - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Walk where drums are buried - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Living thin wooden years around the aspen - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Dig windows in the hills - Carolyn Forche "Taproot"

The hollow crackle of hatching snakes - Carolyn Forche "Taproot"

Dust of grains poured from their summer - Carolyn Forche "Tortugas"

Asleep with fog in our mouths - Carolyn Forche "What It Cost"

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Constructs its unquestioning citadel - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Citadel of intrusive thoughts - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Trapped in the seashell of night - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Chase the echo to its origin - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Counting my sleeplessness in silence - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

A rosary of unanswered hours - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

The smug stars think they know - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Always late with its light - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

Consult the disdainful horoscope - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

History of hurricanes and fraud - Ariel Francisco "Insomniami"

On the edge of another blue world - Ariel Francisco "On the Shore of Lake Atitlán, Apparently I Ruined Breakfast"

How the volcanoes stand piously over the water - Ariel Francisco "On the Shore of Lake Atitlán, Apparently I Ruined Breakfast"

Truth is a leviathan - Ariel Francisco "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Even its monstrous size can be buried in dark waters - Ariel Francisco "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Until we learn to doubt its existence - Ariel Francisco "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Open my eyes to the husk of morning - Ariel Francisco "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Draw my name in the sand and defy the rising tide - Ariel Francisco "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

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Performing the functions of arithmetic - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Finding mechanical solutions to mathematical problems - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Unique in meaning and fixed in order - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Reduced, diminished, and deducted from the larger quantities - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Seven empty chairs form a circle - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

The gift of two glass eyes - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Stand at the edge of a hundred horizons - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

A hundred horizons wearing a thousand crowns - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Any number times zero - Sandy Florian "Abacus"

Dreamt of a lake on fire - Sandy Florian "But This Is Ambiguous"

To avoid use of his sacred name - Sandy Florian "But This Is Ambiguous"

Bedlam elected himself umpire - Sandy Florian "But This Is Ambiguous"

Gave birth to the tiniest of errors - Sandy Florian "But This Is Ambiguous"

Watch for the rest of eternity as it blossoms - Sandy Florian "But This Is Ambiguous"

With nooks and garrets and stairs - Sandy Florian "House"

Thick with suspicious walls - Sandy Florian "House"

A box for the keeping of birds - Sandy Florian "House"

Burying my Lares in the basement - Sandy Florian "House"

If this house should come to ruin - Sandy Florian "House"

Furnishing my house with memory - Sandy Florian "House"

Locomotives and other forgettings - Sandy Florian "House"

A daughter who brings the house down - Sandy Florian "House"

Graft their gods upon empires - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Glued to the elements of ideals - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Sit at the edge of our great new void - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Whose nests are littered with knots - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

In the syllables of our screams - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Death that extends itself with golden planks - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

A studied and digested truth - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Set for the protection of infinity - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

With its alphabetical locomotives - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

A maze of cuneiform streets - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

While Homer makes his slow way home - Sandy Florian "Our Big City"

Mimic the melody and its blank harmony - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Accompany the sympathy with a tenor of all tomorrows - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Lost in the Maze of Mirrors - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Fix the thing upon a spinning cylinder - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Echoes in the mountains of your lamentations - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Cries in a haunted brothel - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

Whispers in a ghostly tavern - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

A natural outcome of the telephone - Sandy Florian "Phonograph"

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Curtains of her laughter - t'ai freedom ford "Answers"

The ghosts that inhabit us - t'ai freedom ford "Answers"

With the spirits of wayward witches - t'ai freedom ford "Answers"

With all that restless bone - t'ai freedom ford "Answers"

Toward some muscled music - T'ai Freedom Ford "black, brown, and beige (a movement in three parts): Movement One: Black"

A throat without chain - T'ai Freedom Ford "Emancipation Celebration"

Reap this cruel seed - T'ai Freedom Ford "Emancipation Celebration"

start speaking in decibels - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

pain liquified & indelible - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

always nibbling at my edges - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

the square root of what academia alleges - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

my methodology is breath - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

cracked just enough for spirit to seep in - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

sleep amidst a barricade of trees - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

the house disguised as a technicolor sunset - t'ai freedom ford "house hunting as an act of faith"

A chorus of winged mouths - T'ai Freedom Ford "light"

Down on bruised knees - T'ai Freedom Ford "ode to an African urn"

Beckoning a thousand mouths - T'ai Freedom Ford "past life portrait: machete, circa 1791"

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Did not shed a stone tear - Vievee Francis "The Bone Boiler"

Our backs armored by suffering - Vievee Francis "By the end"

A loose flock of blackbirds sweeping over - Vievee Francis "Clarity"

Blackbirds sweeping over the metal roofs - Vievee Francis "Clarity"

The weeping heart of all things - Vievee Francis "Clarity"

Like Jericho's falling wall - Vievee Francis "Gettysburg: Blue and Grey"

The slow swirl of a dusty creek - Vievee Francis "Given to Rust"

Sleep to the sound of it - Vievee Francis "Given to Rust"

An undercurrent that also reveals me - Vievee Francis "Given to Rust"

Time and disaster - Vievee Francis "Given to Rust"

Until the water rusted its way in - Vievee Francis "Given to Rust"

To begin the story without being obvious - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

Despite our knowledge we accept the dual - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

Our umbrage when the tip of the blade enters - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

The moment after his duel for another's love - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

But the dream repeats itself - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

Every dusk the longing. Every daybreak the loss - Vievee Francis "The Poems Repeat as Dreams as Tears"

The eternal winter of nightmares - Vievee Francis "Pokagon Accepts Colonel Taylor's Invitation: Fort Dearborn, 1833"

That engulfs an empire of stone - Vievee Francis "The Scale of Empire"

Ruins even the rats won't enter - Vievee Francis "The Scale of Empire"

The architecture of command and sequence - Vievee Francis "The Scale of Empire"

Small emperors of patience - Vievee Francis "The Scale of Empire"

Walk a bridge of dinosaur bones - Vievee Francis "The Scale of Empire"

My heart skipped quicker than a swallow's - Vievee Francis "Sugar and Brine: Ella's Understanding"

The wheel never rusts, never stopped - Vievee Francis "Sugar and Brine: Ella's Understanding"

Would leave their shadows for dead - Vievee Francis "Three Hundred and Seventy-Two Miles from Home: Chihuahua, 1849"

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Captivated by a tidal pool - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

A little village of crawling crabs - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

A sea anemone appearing to sing - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

I forgot the rising tide - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

Couldn't calculate the pitch of waves - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

In the world of tiny shifting things - Laura Foley "Lost and Found"

No human voices break the stillness - Laura Foley "What Stillness"

Where a trout leaps from the lake - Laura Foley "What Stillness"

A glimpse into the world below the surface - Laura Foley "What Stillness"

Swim between the visible and the hidden - Laura Foley "What Stillness"

What sunlight does to water - Laura Foley "What Stillness"

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Goes down burning into the gulf below - Robert Frost "Acceptance"

Overtaken too far from its nest - Robert Frost "Acceptance"

Acquainted with the night - Robert Frost "Acquainted with the Night"

One luminary clock against the sky - Robert Frost "Acquainted with the Night"

Cannot rub the strangeness from my sight - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

And I let it fall and break - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

What form my dreaming was about to take - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

Every fleck of russet showing clear - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

The great harvest I myself desired - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

What will trouble this sleep of mine - Robert Frost "After Apple-Picking"

The wind once blew itself untaught - Robert Frost "The Aim Was Song"

In any rough place where it caught - Robert Frost "The Aim Was Song"

Will not stop for gratitude - Robert Frost "America Is Hard to See"

With doors that none but the wind ever closes - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

Join hands in the dew coming coldly - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

Grants us by silence the boon of her roses - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

With what I learn from having died - Robert Frost "Away!"

May no fate willfully misunderstand me - Robert Frost "Birches"

On charcoal they fatten their fruit - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

The blue's but a mist from the breath of the wind - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

A tarnish that goes at the touch of a hand - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves - Robert Frost "Blueberries"

Now from having ridden out desire - Robert Frost "Blue-Butterfly Day"

Thought has a pair of dauntless wings - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Thought has shaken his ankles free - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Cleaves the interstellar gloom - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Sits in Sirius' disc all night - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Smell of burning on every plume - Robert Frost "Bond and Free"

Down dark converging paths between the pines - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Sweeping round it with a flaming sword - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Bring on a wind to blow in earnest from some quarter - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

And my flame made a pinnacle to heaven - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Walked so light on air in heavy shoes - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

If you can comfort me by any answer - Robert Frost "The Bonfire"

Bowed with grace to natural law - Robert Frost "Brown's Descent, or the Willy-Nilly Slide"

The reassurance of recall - Robert Frost "A Concept Self-Conceived"

To make no more of a wall than an open gate - Robert Frost "The Cow in Apple Time"

Scorns a pasture withering to the root - Robert Frost "The Cow in Apple Time"

So now and never any different - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Among the harp-like morning-glory strings - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Taut with dew from garden bed to eaves - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Depends on what you mean by home - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

When you have to go there, they have to take you in - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

If that small sailing cloud will hit or miss the moon - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Assorted characters of death and blight - Robert Frost "Design"

The ingredients of a witches' broth - Robert Frost "Design"

If design govern in a thing so small - Robert Frost "Design"

What but design of darkness to appall - Robert Frost "Design"

Lost the savor of your salt - Robert Frost "Does No One at All Ever Feel This Way in the Least?"

Swallowed up in leaves that blew away - Robert Frost "A Dream Pang"

Too far in his footsteps stray - Robert Frost "A Dream Pang"

The dust of snow from a hemlock tree - Robert Frost "Dust of Snow"

Saved some part of a day I had rued - Robert Frost "Dust of Snow"

And the sun by its own power seems to be undone - Robert Frost "An Encounter"

Sometimes I wander out of beaten ways - Robert Frost "An Encounter"

And too much world at once - Robert Frost "The Exposed Nest"

Gave them back their shade - Robert Frost "The Exposed Nest"

From what I've tasted of desire - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

I hold with those who favor fire - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

To know that for destruction ice is also great - Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming - Robert Frost "Flower-Gathering"

And not a question for the faded flowers - Robert Frost "Flower-Gathering"

Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs - Robert Frost "For Once, Then, Something"

Gives our wish for blue a whet - Robert Frost "Fragmentary Blue"

Make earth include the sky - Robert Frost "Fragmentary Blue"

Where the harvest shall stop - Robert Frost "Gathering Leaves"

To stand together on the crater's verge - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Under the shelter of the family tree - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Once more before we meet elsewhere - Robert Frost "The Generations of Men"

Left no trace but the cellar walls - Robert Frost "Ghost House"

On that disused and forgotten road - Robert Frost "Ghost House"

The well was dry beside the door - Robert Frost "Going for Water"

Up to their shining eyes in snow - Robert Frost "Good Hours"

Visions of half the world burned black - Robert Frost "The Gum-Gatherer"

And the sun shrunken yellow in smoke - Robert Frost "The Gum-Gatherer"

A little bird before the mystery of glass - Robert Frost "The Hill Wife"

Let me into your grief - Robert Frost "Home Burial"

Forgive me not answering your knock - Robert Frost "The Housekeeper"

Getting too old for my size - Robert Frost "The Housekeeper"

Another feast of recognition - Robert Frost "How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King When It's in You and in the Situation"

Our brook's run out of song and speed - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

Ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

By tying together its hands of gold - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

Such few people as winds might rouse - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

The sigmas and taus of constellations - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

The cosmic motes of yawning lenses - Robert Frost "I Will Sing You One-O"

Came singly unto her place - Robert Frost "In a Vale"

For one more battle passage yet - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"

Give a heart to the hopeless fight - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"

Leave us so to the way we took - Robert Frost "In Neglect"

Stretched away unto the edge of doom - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Fearless of ever finding open land - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Where the slow wheel pours the sand - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Set forth upon my track to overtake me - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

Only more sure of all I thought was true - Robert Frost "Into My Own"

And the smell of fire drowned in rain - Robert Frost "The Kitchen Chimney"

Serve to remind me of castles I used to build in air - Robert Frost "The Kitchen Chimney"

Out of sorts with Fate - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Off these sands of Time - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

And some other folly - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Risking spirit in substantiation - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Have no hallowing fears - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Earth is still our fate - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

A pass at the infinite - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Too new to mention - Robert Frost "Kitty Hawk"

Up from the tangle of withered weeds - Robert Frost "A Late Walk"

String an instrument against the sky - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"

An oath of towns that set the wild at naught - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"

The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

Come over the hills and far with me - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

Some wild, easily shattered rose - Robert Frost "A Line-storm Song"

We always locked the flowers outside - Robert Frost "Locked Out"

Something there is that doesn't love a wall - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

We keep the wall between us as we go - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

We have to use a spell to make them balance - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

Ask to know what I was walling in - Robert Frost "Mending Wall"

My long scythe whispering to the ground - Robert Frost "Mowing"

The sweetest dream that labor knows - Robert Frost "Mowing"

For the pleasure of the wind - Robert Frost "My Butterfly"

The love of bare November days - Robert Frost "My November Guest"

To know the love of bare November days - Robert Frost "My November Guest"

That would have joined the house in flame - Robert Frost "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things"

For them the lilac renewed its leaf - Robert Frost "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things"

Her hardest hue to hold - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Her early leaf's a flower - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Leaf subsides to leaf - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

So Eden sank to grief - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

So dawn goes down to day - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Nothing gold can stay - Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Close the windows and not hear the wind - Robert Frost "Now Close the Windows"

Hearts not averse to being beguiled - Robert Frost "October"

Release one leaf at break of day - Robert Frost "October"

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost - Robert Frost "October"

As measured against maple, birch, and oak - Robert Frost "The Onset"

The road alone maintained itself in mud - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

To suffer the same driven nightmare over - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

And sing the wildflowers up from root and seed - Robert Frost "Our Singing Strength"

Those that lifted eyes could count - Robert Frost "Out, Out--"

When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers - Robert Frost "The Oven-Bird"

On sunny days a moment overcast - Robert Frost "The Oven-Bird"

Who see so little they tell no tales - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

The whimper of hawks beside the sun - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

To stir the fruited bough of the juniper - Robert Frost "Pan with Us"

And wait to watch the water clear - Robert Frost "The Pasture"

An inheritance of restless dreams - Robert Frost "Pod of the Milkweed"

The uncertain harvest - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

So far away as the uncertain harvest - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

To sanctify what far ends He will - Robert Frost "A Prayer in Spring"

A springtime passion for the earth - Robert Frost "Putting in the Seed"

Just as the soil tarnishes with weed - Robert Frost "Putting in the Seed"

Learned from the forbidden fruit - Robert Frost "Quandry"

We make ourselves a place apart - Robert Frost "Revelation"

Behind light words that tease and flout - Robert Frost "Revelation"

To inspire the understanding of a friend - Robert Frost "Revelation"

From babes that play at hide-and-seek - Robert Frost "Revelation"

All who hide too well away must speak - Robert Frost "Revelation"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

And sorry I could not travel both - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

And having perhaps the better claim - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

In leaves no step had trodden black - Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

There we bowed us in the burning - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

Obtain such grace of hours - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

With the breath of many flowers - Robert Frost "Rose Pogonias"

Listening to a fresh access of wind - Robert Frost "Snow"

Hated and hate the spoils of the dead - Robert Frost "Spoils of the Dead"

A place of rest invisible at dawn - Robert Frost "Stars"

When the wind works against us in the dark - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

How the cold creeps in as the fire dies - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

To arise with the day and save ourselves unaided - Robert Frost "Storm Fear"

Shake dew on the knuckle - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

No joy but lacks salt - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

The sweet of bitter bark and burning clove - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

Give the buried flower a dream - Robert Frost "To the Thawing Wind"

Melt the glass and leave the sticks - Robert Frost "To the Thawing Wind"

That the utmost reward of daring should be still to dare - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

And is not shattered into dyes - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The trial by existence named - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The slant spirits trooping by in streams - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

The mind whirls and the heart sings - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

Admits no memory of choice - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

But the last choice is still the same - Robert Frost "The Trial by Existence"

Listened for his whetstone on the breeze - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Some resting flower of yesterday's delight - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Of questions that have no reply - Robert Frost "The Tuft of Flowers"

Breathed as light as a lady's fan - Robert Frost "Unharvested"

Pass out of utter grief - Robert Frost [untitled]

That go blindly pouring past - Robert Frost [untitled]

The opposing lights of the hour - Robert Frost "Waiting Afield at Dusk"

On the rasp of the abyss - Robert Frost "Waiting Afield at Dusk"

In the antiphony of afterglow and rising full moon - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

And lose myself amid so many alike - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Dream upon the opposing lights of the hour - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Preventing shadow until the moon prevail - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

Dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

On the worn book of old-golden song - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

And freshen in this air of withering sweetness - Robert Frost "Waiting-- Afield at Dusk"

That I need learn to let go with the heart - Robert Frost "Wild Grapes"

Ice and snow, dead weeds and unmated birds - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"

And morning found the breeze a hundred miles away - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"

Who lived in turning to fresh tasks - Robert Frost "The Wood-pile"

With the slow smokeless burning of decay - Robert Frost "The Wood-pile"

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Electrons find their paths in subtle ways - John M. Ford "Sonnet: Against Etropy"

A massless eddy in a trail of smoke - John M. Ford "Sonnet: Against Etropy"

Four letters in painted plywooden proclamation - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Ordering the setups and scenes - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

What runs through the many-gated light - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Real as anything in the darkness - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Popcorn and figs in the lobby - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Gold in a fortress beyond the border - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Achilles howls like a wild coyote - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Cut from the hides of Apollo's oxen - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Will wander between the winds forever - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Hammering the many-gated city - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Ajax stands in the Trojan torchlight - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

When the cinema wants to be real - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

And escape the wrath of the committees - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Dressed in leather and Kevlar - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Armed with the weapons of terror - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Disappear into the ethical darkness - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

Fluttering the pages of the mind - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

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Chestnuts fell in the charred season - Annie Finch "Another Reluctance"

And the day draws to its dark end - Annie Finch "Another Reluctance"

And the feet give up the gray walk - Annie Finch "Another Reluctance"

Hollow gifts to cold children - Annie Finch "Another Reluctance"

These are the seasons Persephone promised - Annie Finch "Chain of Women"

Till green no longer bandages what I feel - Annie Finch "Chain of Women"

Promising weeks of time to fade through - Annie Finch "Chain of Women"

Bend down to what the sky has sent us - Annie Finch "Changing Woman"

Bereft, wild and laden with wrack - Annie Finch "Edge, Atlantic, July"

Had no need of my words anymore - Annie Finch "Edge, Atlantic, July"

Had no place on the rocks but a voice - Annie Finch "Edge, Atlantic, July"

Crams our cold memories out past the sun - Annie Finch "Final Autumn"

Each time your traces come past the shadows - Annie Finch "Final Autumn"

Visit under my looking-glass fingers - Annie Finch "Final Autumn"

And cave deep into the marble snow - Annie Finch "Frozen In"

Past their eyes where the black night lives - Annie Finch "Frozen In"

Follow us through squares of light - Annie Finch "Frozen In"

Thinking you've found the trick for going mad - Annie Finch "In Cities, Be Alert"

The fall of a sideways flicker from a neon sign - Annie Finch "In Cities, Be Alert"

And twine around the year's fermenting wine - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Yellow fall roars over the ground - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

The leafy sun that pours liquid through doors - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Glowing in wind and change - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

How one more season will alter and range - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Working the strange colors of clamor and bells - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Turns like a key, opening air - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

One of the leaves in the crown is gold - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Set in the cold where the old seasons belong - Annie Finch "A Mabon Crown"

Moon has dusks for walls - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

Only one night is her door - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

All cast shadows come home - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

I stand in these shadows to kiss her - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

I spin in her cool, calming storm - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

And my shadow grows deeper than blood - Annie Finch "Moon from the Porch"

Gives them leave to move through the wind - Annie Finch "Samhain"

A seam stitching darkness like a name - Annie Finch "Samhain"

As autumn dies to bring winter back - Annie Finch "Samhain"

The night stretching away thousands long behind - Annie Finch "Samhain"

The darkness where all of me is ancestor - Annie Finch "Samhain"

Sure as footsteps in my waiting self - Annie Finch "Samhain"

Arms that carry answers for me - Annie Finch "Samhain"

A gift for her perpetual gaze - Annie Finch "Samhain"

She danced life upside down - Annie Finch "Strangers"

Since her heart was still and hard - Annie Finch "Strangers"

Cover our eyes with the edge of winter sky - Annie Finch "Winter Solstice Chant"

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Acid, apocalyptic, full of rats - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Eternally exposed at Union Square - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Sang copper into velveteen shells - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Two guitars fighting over the same late career Willie Nelson - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Selling stolen comics for eight bucks and change - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Green spores carried on green light - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Sleeping gentle over steel bones - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

All moss and radioactive daffodils - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Dressed fancy in ivy and pride - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

Free and burning and bright green - Sophie Fink "The Dogs Don't Forgive Us"

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sirens sing fire in the cold night - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

lights pinning red over white snow - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

sliding through the stop signs - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

leading only to false rooms beyond - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

twists and rises into the tube of light - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

our slow glissage into the tears of heaven - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

news to starve my heart - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

rows of houses fenced by concrete malls - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

irrigated by steady streams of cars - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

who these vinyl weeds so irritate - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

dead dry pods holding dormant soulseeds - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"

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Watched the Revolution live on TV - Mina Florea "Remember"

Never thought the tyrant could ever die - Mina Florea "Remember"

To paint swirls and stars on my skin - Mina Florea "Remember"

While my solitude consumed me - Mina Florea "Remember"

Living my life unknown by others - Mina Florea "Remember"

For the taste of freedom to flood your famished mouth - Mina Florea "Remember"

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Eternal thought in me puts on the dress of time - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

And builds a stage to mime its listless tragedy - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

In that dress of time and on that stage of space - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

I build a marble Rome, I give it to the wind - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

Athens and Babylon I breathe upon the night - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

Troy towers for my delight and crumbles stone by stone - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

I build and cast down the dream - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

Weary grown of all my brain has wrought - Robin Flower "La Vie Cerebrale"

Another thrush behind that glad bird sings - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

Multitudes blossom and waver and breathe - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

In silent places an oder silence broods - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

Long-buried springs in my heart awaken - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

I remember an ancient sea and mountains older - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

I remember well the far pipes calling - Robin Flower "The Pipes"

On the trembling verges of the spring - Robin Flower "Say Not that Beauty"

Knows but the sweet survival of an hour - Robin Flower "Say Not that Beauty"

That lead to the far confluence of delights - Robin Flower "Say Not that Beauty"

But lifted far above mortality - Robin Flower "Say Not that Beauty"

And hear the sighing of the universal sea - Robin Flower "Say Not that Beauty"

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Light of love and mercy shine - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

This day, another day and all the year - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

Break them the bread of love and pour the wine - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

And some shall cry with bitter pain - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

And minister to them with tender care - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

What of joy or gladness be my share - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

This prayer of mine be hallowed with a tear - James W. Foley "A Christmas Prayer"

Makes a sigh half a smile - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

Life's an odd pattern of briers and roses - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

Without pretense or sham - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

Whose fellowship isn't a fetter - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

Firm as a rock and square as a die - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

Never a burden but you make it lighter - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

A new joy everytime [sic] in the telling - James W. Foley "Some One Like You"

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A droning threat in the void - Gilbert Frankau "Eyes in the Air"

In fume and fire to sheathe us - Gilbert Frankau "Eyes in the Air"

A whirl of flame-stabbed smoke - Gilbert Frankau "Eyes in the Air"

Flame in their beaks for breath - Gilbert Frankau "Eyes in the Air"

Our scorching breath shall kiss - Gilbert Frankau "Eyes in the Air"

By guesswork with a failing torch for light - Gilbert Frankau "Gun-Teams"

Shrapnel bursting a mile in front - Gilbert Frankau "Gun-Teams"

When the bursting terrors find us - Gilbert Frankau "Gun-Teams"

From the traversed maze of the lines - Gilbert Frankau "Headquarters"

Where daylong the sniper watches - Gilbert Frankau "Headquarters"

The targets their mouths desire - Gilbert Frankau "Headquarters"

With a sign for the ranging shrapnel's fall - Gilbert Frankau "Headquarters"

The last light that leaps the night - Gilbert Frankau "The Observers"

What room for thought or choice? - Gilbert Frankau "The Observers"

That chafe for the rushing of wheels - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"

To a target viewed clear on the sight - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"

For the hour of the red battle-harvest - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"

We have bartered our souls to the guns - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"

But proud of the weight of our chain - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"

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imitating them in oily pigments - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

imitations of the fruit's spectral physics - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

violent stabs incantations of light - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

the primal utterances of yellow - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

the white powder of internal softness and decay - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

the amber yellow that entraps life - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

that grow more luminous with exposure to the day - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

whose essences can dissolve the black residues of life - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

cut like a solvent through any of my moods - Robert Frazier "A Crash Course in Lemon Physics"

A skater marking perfect figures on perfect ice - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

Stills his eyes and sees with skin - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

Left him hiking along the barren shores of physics - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

Always there is this unquenched desire - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

A raw thirst for precision for absolutes - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

For the lost terrains of Xanadu or Johannes Kepler - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

And disturb a cold river of stars with a touch - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

Reveal an order within the curvature to chaos - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

A smooth continuity of singing fractions - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

A rough guide to the musics of the sphere - Robert Frazier "A Feel for the Heavens"

Misplaced a pen in the chaos of text and symbol - Robert Frazier "Imageography"

Lost a phrase of pure physics - Robert Frazier "Imageography"

Wolf blood and Fenrir lines that chill the bone - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Across the silvery dusts of the Sea of Tranquility - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Touched by the extensive reach of mutation - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Deepest sleeper in our evolving genomics - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Water ices reacted with lava flows - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Await the corruption's disarmingly hot embrace - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Their impending ascension toward the unknown - Robert Frazier "The Mutant Forests of Mars"

Write his name nine times in blood ink - Rober Frazier "Primer to Impractical Magic"

The brew in the alchemist's laundry room - Rober Frazier "Primer to Impractical Magic"

The pixilated arcs of a black box - Robert Frazier "A Rebel's Pale Eyes ..."

That pours freely through my damaged skull - Robert Frazier "A Rebel's Pale Eyes ..."

And too the instruments of dark mercy - Robert Frazier "A Rebel's Pale Eyes ..."

A wraith so poised and willful at trail's end - Robert Frazier "A Rebel's Pale Eyes ..."

Rogue electrons twining around those almond nuclei - Robert Frazier "A Rebel's Pale Eyes ..."

Around a stump that crackled with flame - Robert Frazier "Wereman"

Could not turn them back against the inferno - Robert Frazier "Wereman"

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fetched with black rain and wild hanging gardens - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

hanging gardens frosted by albino crows - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

its order carrying an arbitrary valence - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

tomorrow they will map shattered portraits - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

listen for the thoughts of their lost mirror-images - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

scheduled to announce their own identities - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

all witnesses to the crimes of the crystallizing eye - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

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Letters the magnolias make - Bernard Ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

The numerous letters the magnolias make - b ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

But nothing good descended - b ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

Twilight, withdrawal, an opal blame - Bernard Ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

Make it to the season of reversals - b ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

The season of reversals - Bernard Ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

The magnolias leading the fray - Bernard Ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

To survive the bad season - Bernard Ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

That begins just as soon as it ends - b ferguson "awaiting a carriage, any"

The dark, damp alley the only path - b ferguson "Parkside & Ocean"

What lay beneath your weather - b ferguson "Parkside & Ocean"

remember what lay beneath your weather - b ferguson "parkside & ocean"

the dark, dank alley the only path toward home - b ferguson "parkside & ocean"

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Wedged in the giant eye of an invisible needle - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

Walking through doors or into them - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

Never to forget my lost bearings - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

Saluted the arrival of webby darkness - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

A dram of colourless alcohol - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

Emptied as a fallen leaf - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

A blinding flash of dry lightning - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

The onset of this terrible thirst - Mark Ford "Twenty Twenty Vision"

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Words that knew no bounds - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Again it is September"

An instant glad surrender - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Again it is September"

This dead and leaden thing - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Dead Fires"

The wound forever seeking balm - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Dead Fires"

The night's white wake - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Dead Fires"

And think old thoughts - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Douce Souvenance"

The world is full of jests like these - Jessie Redmon Fauset "La Vie C'est La Vie"

And my dead heart would bless oblivion - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oblivion"

The shroud and envelope of happiness - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oblivion"

Seared with slavery's mortal scars - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oriflamme"

Pounding our stubborn hearts on freedom's bars - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oriflamme"

In your furious, tearing wind - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

A chant that heals my mind - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

Your passion high and proud - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

To forget things that are, for things not yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

Now I woo my dancing fire - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

Gentle joys and heart-break rue - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

Were oblivion not sadder yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"

Purge the soul with their infinity - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Stars in Alabama"

Beneath their holy glance - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Stars in Alabama"

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Danced along their wanton wanderings - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Returning from the midnight festival - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The gathered shades of many years - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The deep watchword of the rushing storm - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The trackless void of scowling space - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The chariot wheels of burning levin - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The serried hosts of falling waters - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

In howling gusts it whirled - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The earthquake rising from his burning lair - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Convulsive shudder of dissolving worlds - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The deep, black jaws of cold annihilation - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Upon the earthquake's blasting rage - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Molten lead along the sullen sky - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

With a host of burning shadows - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Wildly mingled with the falling stars - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The horizon's verge of liquid fire - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Towering to the brassy vault of heaven - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Gorgeous pyramids of living flame - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The red altars of a crumbling world - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Where hangs the fate of kings - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The chiming of each starry sphere - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Grew still with silent worship - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Sleep upon enchanted earth - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Fairy cloudlets, flushed with hope - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The future sobs a low, sad warning - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Around the pinnacles of mind - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The past becomes a broken altar-stone - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

A young Phoenix flaming into birth - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

To win the dust of time - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

The amaranthine leaves of an immortal coronal - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

A meteor through the changing sky - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Change their sweets to bitter burning - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

Blossoms by the summer lightning crushed - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

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The initial 'S' must have been present in the source I drew from, but I have no idea why. I confirmed the poet's name by finding the poem in Lucy Virginia French's Wind-Whispers.

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Made small by those obsessions - Summer Farah "After Mount Tamalpais, I Tell Etel Adnan About Supernatural"

Design my pulse to loneliness anew - Summer Farah "After Mount Tamalpais, I Tell Etel Adnan About Supernatural"

Each journey wrought another history - Summer Farah "After Mount Tamalpais, I Tell Etel Adnan About Supernatural"

I sew my voice in its throat - Summer Farah "After Mount Tamalpais, I Tell Etel Adnan About Supernatural"

New proof uncovered on every return - Summer Farah "After Mount Tamalpais, I Tell Etel Adnan About Supernatural"

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We are heathens not researchers - Henry Farnan "How to Make Contact with a Lost Star System"

New to our little outlaw fingers - Henry Farnan "How to Make Contact with a Lost Star System"

With readings and sonar echoes of our own - Henry Farnan "How to Make Contact with a Lost Star System"

Let the moon and the Pleiades set - Henry Farnan "How to Make Contact with a Lost Star System"

Will implode silent on our signal - Henry Farnan "How to Make Contact with a Lost Star System"

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Tides fold over me - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Combing through my seaweed hair - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Slip like water from your palms - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

The fleeting currents, the hungry waves - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Courting the undertow - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Hoping it would take you whole - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Back into rash light, dust, and air - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Won't reveal the fire I held in my mouth - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

Mirror halves of a shell - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

We never were strangers to one another - Karolina Fedyk "Sawa"

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Without virus or vaccine poison or antidote - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

We became our own vaccine - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

We became legions of cold compassion - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Thrumming in spacious forever - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Constructing intricately engineered endings - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Breathtaking vistas of bodily hell - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Where you expect to find ocean - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Listening for sounds that will never be made again - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Tangles of rain molding our homes from the inside - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

To hide the profane from the sacred - Adam Fell "Sorry I Don't Feel Like Talking About Golf Today"

Poet's bio at Strange Horizons website.

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The edge of a thing called life - George Blackstone Field "The Answer"

Thrown in the darkness of the strife - George Blackstone Field "The Answer"

The devil controls the land - George Blackstone Field "The Answer"

Who had challenged the wilderness - George Blackstone Field "The Answer"

Where hell was throned in glory - George Blackstone Field "The Bonnets"

Ruby lights and devil's wine - George Blackstone Field "The Bonnets"

And seeds were planted deep in hell - George Blackstone Field "The Bonnets"

Mingled with sorrowing tears - George Blackstone Field "The Breaker of the Trail"

For you were my children before them - George Blackstone Field "The Breaker of the Trail"

Her coasts of perils and shadows - George Blackstone Field "The Breaker of the Trail"

With the fetters that bind the soul - George Blackstone Field "The Breed"

When idols and hopes shall fail - George Blackstone Field "The Breed"

Welcomed the dove with an olive - George Blackstone Field "The Coming of the Line"

Through the ages of dreaming - George Blackstone Field "The Coming of the Line"

The eve of Eternity's dawn - George Blackstone Field "The Coming of the Line"

A giant of my glory shorn - George Blackstone Field "The Deserted Coast"

Felled by my raging blast - George Blackstone Field "The Deserted Coast"

In memory's sacred bower - George Blackstone Field "Forever"

Cling to a hope that was broken - George Blackstone Field "Forever"

Their names on the sands of time - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Only the wolves in the night - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Who have finished the fight - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

To fathom the mystic zone - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Who dwell in a conquered sphere - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Sowers who never will reap - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Waking eternity's sleep - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

Sons of the prodigal son - George Blackstone Field "Men of the Line"

In stemming disaster's tide - George Blackstone Field "The Mustering of the Legion"

Came from the mist of a future dawn - George Blackstone Field "The Mustering of the Legion"

Lonely graves recorded the price - George Blackstone Field "The Mustering of the Legion"

The mist of the cordite's gloom - George Blackstone Field "The Mustering of the Legion"

My sentinels of the land - George Blackstone Field "My Sentinels"

A vigil long in the stillness - George Blackstone Field "My Sentinels"

Theirs was the price of an Empire - George Blackstone Field "My Sentinels"

Heed the wail from the silence - George Blackstone Field "My Sentinels"

A deal with the loaded dice - George Blackstone Field "The Price of the Line"

Wresting us far from the shadow - George Blackstone Field "The Price of the Line"

Blizzards that robbed us of sight - George Blackstone Field "The Price of the Line"

Where the coyote's bark is wailing - George Blackstone Field "Recalled"

Changed the silence for the glitter - George Blackstone Field "Recalled"

When the loneliness is calling for her child - George Blackstone Field "Recalled"

Written by the prophet old - George Blackstone Field "The Rhyme of the Rolling Stone"

The desert's nameless fear - George Blackstone Field "The Rhyme of the Rolling Stone"

Surveys on creation's ragged end - George Blackstone Field "The Rhyme of the Rolling Stone"

By bands of angels surrounded - George Blackstone Field "The Rodman's Dream"

Installing the devil as cook - George Blackstone Field "The Rodman's Dream"

Called up the saints of the ages - George Blackstone Field "The Rodman's Dream"

Pardoned our past-blotted pages - George Blackstone Field "The Rodman's Dream"

Few but the winds ever know - George Blackstone Field "The Spectre"

The bridge across the Torrent's fall - George Blackstone Field "To You Who Can Never Understand"

Dreamer of yesterday, sleep - George Blackstone Field "Unforgotten"

Where shadowy phantoms tread - George Blackstone Field "Yesterday"

A task undone and a prize unwon - George Blackstone Field "Yesterday"

Our castles are mingled with ashes - George Blackstone Field "Yesterday"

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To sow the tares of hatred in a soil prepared - Flaccus "Religious Controversy" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Not all his dread artillery could breach - Flaccus "Religious Controversy" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

The best weapon of the readiest wit - Flaccus "Religious Controversy" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Venomed with the gall of scorn - Flaccus "Religious Controversy" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Shades of faith that different show - Flaccus "Religious Controversy" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

I am assuming this is a pseudonym rather than a translation. I was not able to track down a poet with the correct dates who used that name, and the title of the poem is insufficent to help with the search.

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Centuries of preparation to return - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

The liquified despair of our ancestors - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Submerged in all the ways we have wept - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

In the pressure-filled waters of heartbreak - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Cuts through the bioluminescent memories - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

The fire blazes behind us - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

While navigating ocean catacombs - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Leaving behind flames & rage - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Echoing in the ancient wind - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Into the coral pathways to freedom - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

No business carrying these burdens - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

An imprint of sandpaper lives - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Leave behind the breaking of curses - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Wildfire and smoky patches draw our rage - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

The pathway bioluminscent and swirling - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Swarms of whales and dolphins - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Prayers of grandmothers current and ancient - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

Among the blaze and ash of its dying - Lysz Flo "Railroad del Mar"

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A seven-foot cyborg on a quest - Adam Ford "Arrival!"

Piles of ash like chalk outlines - Adam Ford "Arrival!"

How he signed up for the cyborg army - Adam Ford "Arrival!"

Shapeshifting sleeper agents hiding in plain sight - Adam Ford "Arrival!"

Exits to the west and south - Adam Ford "A House Is Not a Home!"

The smouldering square of flattened grass - Adam Ford "A House Is Not a Home!"

Where a haunted house once stood - Adam Ford "A House Is Not a Home!"

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A few witches have seen Leviathan - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

All oil-slick sinew and chemical eyes - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Nephilim, invincible as David - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Until they meet him and his electric teeth - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Some Texas limestone golem - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Born to crumble under salt and tears - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Do not exist except in wild dreams - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Mothers with secrets know better - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Nests in a tangle of veined violets - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

Feathers will bloom from my mouth - Elisheva Fox "Tzedek: The Wild Hunt"

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His contraband and only comfort - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

Hidden in the folds of threadbare clothes - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

The chill from drafty factory floors - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

The shadow of a winged figure - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

Carefree laughter echoing in the dark - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

Instilling them with limitless endurance - Chad Frame "A Union Victory"

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Lend me now a lantern - Rose Fyleman "Alms in Autumn"

A slender bunch of russet-gold keys - Rose Fyleman "Alms in Autumn"

Berries to thread in golden strands - Rose Fyleman "Alms in Autumn"

Excepting now and then - Rose Fyleman "Cousin Gwen"

And whispers into every next- Rose Fyleman "The Cuckoo"

With chains of coloured song - Rose Fyleman "The Daphne Bush"

From heaven on a slim silver chain - Rose Fyleman "Fairies in Autumn"

Goblin with the shining eyes - Rose Fyleman "The Fairy Queen to the Goblin"

And string up the tiniest stars I can find - Rose Fyleman "The Goblin to the Fairy Queen"

A cage of gossamer gold - Rose Fyleman "The Goblin to the Fairy Queen"

With a wise old weasel, a rat and a frog - Rose Fyleman "The Grouse"

Saw their shimmering cohorts pass - Rose Fyleman "The Hayfield"

Bowed their heads to the radiant tide - Rose Fyleman "The Hayfield"

Peacocks sweep the fairies' rooms - Rose Fyleman "Peacock"

Wrapped once more in dreams - Rose Fyleman "Smith Square, Westminster"

After dark upon the attic stairs - Rose Fyleman "There Are No Wolves in England Now"

Green upon waters grey - Rose Fyleman "This Island"

Out beyond the sleeping town - Rose Fyleman "This Island"

Swift the waiting reeds unclose - Rose Fyleman "This Island"

The larch-tree gives them needles - Rose Fyleman "Trees and Fairies"

To stitch their gossamer things - Rose Fyleman "Trees and Fairies"

The sycamore gives them wings - Rose Fyleman "Trees and Fairies"

The chestnut gives them candles - Rose Fyleman "Trees and Fairies"

With nuts and fragrant wine - Rose Fyleman "Trees and Fairies"

With stars and dewdrops in her hair - Rose Fyleman "Vision"

Throwing kisses to the birds - Rose Fyleman "Vision"

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