somethingdarker | Jul. 1st, 2010

Jul. 1st, 2010

Two seconds shy of seven days - Lora Gray "Jupiter of Jupiter"

Clockwork heart capricious - Lora Gray "Jupiter of Jupiter"

Between Forever Sleep and trajectory - Lora Gray "Jupiter of Jupiter"

Hovering bone bright beside you - Lora Gray "Jupiter of Jupiter"

Threads our hair with the loam of night - Lora Gray "Sometimes a Thousand Twangling Instruments"

Folding outward in twos and fours and sixes - Lora Gray "Sometimes a Thousand Twangling Instruments"

The day unfolding on our skin - Lora Gray "Sometimes a Thousand Twangling Instruments"

The beating of moth wings and fairy dust - Lora Gray "Sometimes a Thousand Twangling Instruments"

The lees of the Atlantic washed ashore - Lora Gray "Sometimes a Thousand Twangling Instruments"

A fumbled smile with too many teeth - Lora Gray "We Are All Monsters Here"

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No power beyond the reach of leaves - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

My booted feet mar the mulch with trails - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

The message implied in howl and cry - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

I have enclosed my voice in lithium - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

Bound my mind to counted bars - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

Images and imaginings and lists and reminders - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

Sunlight, treefall, decaying signals, shade - Sarah Grey "Biophilia"

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And I knew you by your hands - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

Soft and cold as ash - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

A creature held together by a name - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

More honest than a mirror - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

To go unseen in a dark wood - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

A bird with no name at all - Madeline Grigg "The Giantess Angrboða Drowns All the Mirrors in the House When Her Husband Loki Leaves"

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By the oven with a loaf for a pillow - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

Weave the lattice extra tight - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

Mourn and lament while mixing - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

Cut down a tree on top of a hellmouth - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

As you expand in all directions - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

When longing for the unknown - Carrie Grigorian "Baking in Different Conditions"

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Every horror story has a sin and a monster - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

Silk braided between her fingers - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

Hoping to become more alive - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

Tired of trying to find the right endings - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

A bridge between two shores of meaning - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

Will malady your gut with moths and stars - Laura Grothaus "Urban Legends of the Ohio River"

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An offering above the sleeping sunset - Wendy Guerra "Closed Sunset on Manatees" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Broken tears in the profane lace of dawn - Wendy Guerra "Delicates" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Who sustain ships and worlds - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

To the wind's violent tenderness - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Who divide and distance - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Without fearing the broken waves - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Salt and sand sifted by pain - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Make of my body a glass bridge - Wendy Guerra "Peninsular Psalm" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Sandalwood venom in my scattered mouth - Wendy Guerra "Red" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Float on a profound misunderstanding of snow - Wendy Guerra "Snow in Havana" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

A new labyrinth that I learn and forget - Wendy Guerra "Snow in Havana" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Starry abysses so high and so impossible - Wendy Guerra "Vertigo Over the Niagara" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

Unprotected in the secret Antarctica - Wendy Guerra "Winter Sports" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

The glory of our own molten territories - Wendy Guerra "Winter Sports" transl. by Nancy Naomi Carlson and Esperanza Hope Snyder

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The feathery step of the faithful wind - Louise Imogen Guiney "Aglaus"

Hail the rash hyacinth - Louise Imogen Guiney "April Desire"

The ambushed fern - Louise Imogen Guiney "April Desire"

Sharp unrest of the young year - Louise Imogen Guiney "April Desire"

A wraith without a name - Louise Imogen Guiney "Bankrupt"

Hollow shell and broken bowl - Louise Imogen Guiney "Bankrupt"

Down the blossomed aisle of April - Louise Imogen Guiney "Borderlands"

Keen as the ancient drift of sleep - Louise Imogen Guiney "Borderlands"

Shatter mists of grief - Louise Imogen Guiney "Brook Farm"

Beat their wings of aspiration - Louise Imogen Guiney "Brook Farm"

Scorner of the pleading faces - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Caliph and the Beggar"

Shook with tempests of his woe - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Caliph and the Beggar"

The red tides of thanksgiving - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Caliph and the Beggar"

Fallen beneath a foreign oak - Louise Imogen Guiney "Chaluz Castle"

As clouds enmesh a star - Louise Imogen Guiney "Chaluz Castle"

Stones for his captain's bed - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Chouan"

Herbs for his diet - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Chouan"

Like a star new-lit - Louise Imogen Guiney "Cyclamen"

The dream of childhood sleeps - Louise Imogen Guiney "Cyclamen"

Down Time's star-lucent stream - Louise Imogen Guiney "Cyclamen"

Like a wild enchanter's gem - Louise Imogen Guiney "Cyclamen"

Drowsy turtles in a tribe - Louise Imogen Guiney "Down Stream"

Boldly sings the river-god - Louise Imogen Guiney "Down Stream"

Once freed to mortal ears - Louise Imogen Guiney "For a Child"

The ghostly wand of tears - Louise Imogen Guiney "For a Child"

Shaping the thousandth tendril - Louise Imogen Guiney "Garden Chidings"

Sole discord of the singing bough - Louise Imogen Guiney "Immunity"

Shouting for King October's outing - Louise Imogen Guiney "Knights of Weather"

Their bubbly lush vermillion - Louise Imogen Guiney "Knights of Weather"

A pool beset with lilies - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

Neighbored by the wild-grape - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

By the hemlock's dreamy host - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

All its arrowy hissing atoms - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

The sphered galaxy of bubbles - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

On the mystery unriddled - Louise Imogen Guiney "Late Peace"

Beyond the cheat of Time - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Light of the House"

With waking sense adored - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Light of the House"

Homesick for thy smile - Louise Imogen Guiney "Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore"

All homeless hurricanes - Louise Imogen Guiney "Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore"

And shake the reefs with answer - Louise Imogen Guiney "Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore"

The glory of jonquils strewn - Louise Imogen Guiney "On Some Old-Music"

Wild as when Abel out of Eden died - Louise Imogen Guiney "On Some Old-Music"

Pooled 'mid reeds and gorse - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Reason for Silence"

While summer winds blew blithe - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Rise of the Tide"

The wood-thrush ceased her song - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Rise of the Tide"

The shuddering wind went into hiding - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Rise of the Tide"

The roots of thine anchor - Louise Imogen Guiney "Saint Cadoc's Bell"

Weird singing mermaids dwell - Louise Imogen Guiney "Saint Cadoc's Bell"

Bastions fair of coral, and pearl - Louise Imogen Guiney "Saint Cadoc's Bell"

Fountains brimming with wine - Louise Imogen Guiney "Saint Cadoc's Bell"

The viols and harps clanged loud - Louise Imogen Guiney "Saint Cadoc's Bell"

None save the north-wind's sighs - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Salutation"

Moonlight's crossed and trailing spears - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Salutation"

The hammer-hard heels of noon - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Serpent's Crown"

The slayer of that demon-beauty - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Serpent's Crown"

Again the bloom, the northward flight - Louise Imogen Guiney "Spring"

The fount freed at its silver height - Louise Imogen Guiney "Spring"

The fragrant shadows scarred with light - Louise Imogen Guiney "Spring"

Across obliterating air - Louise Imogen Guiney "To a Young Poet"

The smirch and jangle of the universe - Louise Imogen Guiney "Twofold Service"

In saffrons and sad greens - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Enshrouded in plucked yew - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

All with myrtle twined - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

White to the hollowing breeze - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Unto the moored fulfilment of your joy - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

By destined rumor summoned home - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

And urge her gentle prophecy - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Distrustful of the oracles - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

With love's suspicion kindling - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Roused memory's ebb and flow - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

The wreckage of their reign exalted - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Rolled on its choral axle - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Like the ample moon and free - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Medea's soft and deadly name - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Interstellar agonies of midnight - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

To unheard choirings lent his ear - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

The pale unsistered Phaedra - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

The marigold unbarred her casement bright - Louise Imogen Guiney "The White Sail"

Spur to a land of no name - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wild Ride"

Outracing the stormwind - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wild Ride"

Like the sparks from the anvil - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wild Ride"

Winnowed her harp of its least pain - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

From the martyr-oak's charred breast - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Leaves prolong their summer zest - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

On a crystal pivot burned and swung - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Some unseen warder kept the key - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Quell the dark defiance of her eye - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

As a torch dips in the sea - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Horsemen brave in war's array - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

No token from her latticed house - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

With rains of unrevealed desire - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

A wide and deep torrent of harmony - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Wind from heaven's memorial sphere - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

With the red might of centuries - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Soul's unrest and spirit's scar - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Upcast an iridescent eye serene - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

Rifts of uninvaded gloom - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"

As a spent eagle's voice is - Louise Imogen Guiney "Youth"

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Pain from the cataract's breast - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "At the Leap of the Waters"

Ages past the dawn of days - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

One white line of praise - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

The sullen bonds of wearying time - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

The clear glory of the torrent's breath - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

Solemn jubilation of the falls - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

The transient world's astonished eyes - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

Bright, impetuous avalanche of glory - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

While heaven wonders - Edward F. Garesche, S.J. "Niagara"

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The lion first control - John Gay "The Council of Horses"

Still the tiger's famished growl - John Gay "The Council of Horses"

The devil at his fingers' ends - John Gay "The Jugglers"

With me dispute the prize - John Gay "The Jugglers"

His little boxes change the grain - John Gay "The Jugglers"

With heady liquor stored - John Gay "The Jugglers"

Bids Ambition hold a wand - John Gay "The Jugglers"

From all pockets fills her box - John Gay "The Jugglers"

Now and then I cheat the throng - John Gay "The Jugglers"

Who seeks to pluck the fragrant rose - Mr. Gay "Song [The sun was sunk beneath the hills]" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.364, 4 April 1829]

From each barren weed that grows expects the grape - Mr. Gay "Song [The sun was sunk beneath the hills]" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.364, 4 April 1829]

They ask no vows of sacred truth - Mr. Gay "Song [The sun was sunk beneath the hills]" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.364, 4 April 1829]

Gold can the frowns of scorn remove - Mr. Gay "Song [The sun was sunk beneath the hills]" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.364, 4 April 1829]

The below snippets are from a heavily edited/altered version of the poems. I think the edits are mostly grammatical and vocabulary related, but I would not be surprised if there were also tweaks for moral lesson purposes and some Bowlderization. There's about a century and a half between the original publication and the adapted version I read on Project Gutenberg.

Unvexed by pettier cares of gain - John Gay "Introduction [to Fables]" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Unravelled of customs half a mundane sphere - John Gay "Introduction [to Fables]" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

For both will cheat the most discerning - John Gay "Introduction [to Fables]" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

With filthy venom in the bite - John Gay "Introduction [to Fables]" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

May seldom hear the voice of truth - John Gay "Fable I: Lion, Tiger, and Traveller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Flattery is the nurse of crime - John Gay "Fable I: Lion, Tiger, and Traveller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

To rob the tigress of her game - John Gay "Fable I: Lion, Tiger, and Traveller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

My vassals fear me on my throne - John Gay "Fable I: Lion, Tiger, and Traveller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And bleaching bones now strew the land - John Gay "Fable I: Lion, Tiger, and Traveller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Knew each lord and lady's passion - John Gay "Fable II: The Spaniel and Chameleon" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Fostered every vice in fashion - John Gay "Fable II: The Spaniel and Chameleon" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Sent me here to cool my fire - John Gay "Fable II: The Spaniel and Chameleon" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The fairies granted her the prayer - John Gay "Fable III: Mother, Nurse, and Fairy" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Would change places with sons of clay and human races - John Gay "Fable III: Mother, Nurse, and Fairy" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

But should we change with imps of clay - John Gay "Fable III: Mother, Nurse, and Fairy" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Opened the trap-door at his feet - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Up flew the murmurs of creation - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Citing all to answer the imperial call - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

What are these ills which trouble air? - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

That lost, and all my chance has flown - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Had not sly Reynard's wits to lay a plot - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The cock desired the heron's flight - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The heron wished for greater might - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And fish would feed upon the plain - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

None their ambitious wish could smother - John Gay "Fable IV: Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And banish honour from the mind - John Gay "Fable VI: Miser and Plutus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Gold raised the sword midst kith and kin - John Gay "Fable VI: Miser and Plutus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Be accused because its virtues are abused - John Gay "Fable VI: Miser and Plutus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Who have sold their soul's integrity - John Gay "Fable VI: Miser and Plutus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Whene'er you hear a rogue commended - John Gay "Fable VII: Lion, Fox, and Gander" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Be sure some mischief is intended - John Gay "Fable VII: Lion, Fox, and Gander" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Foxes no doubt will rise in station - John Gay "Fable VII: Lion, Fox, and Gander" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Caused him to break the peace of kings - John Gay "Fable IX: The Bull and the Mastiff" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And he a prince baptized in fire - John Gay "Fable IX: The Bull and the Mastiff" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Demons that delight in slaughter - John Gay "Fable IX: The Bull and the Mastiff" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

View monsters which Adam never knew - John Gay "Fable X: Elephant and Bookseller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Run unprovoked to battle - John Gay "Fable X: Elephant and Bookseller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

For custom conquers fear and shame - John Gay "Fable XIII: The Tamed Fawn" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Misfortunes serve to make us wise - John Gay "Fable XIV: The Monkey Who Had Seen the World" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Practise new mischiefs all their days - John Gay "Fable XIV: The Monkey Who Had Seen the World" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Soars to the heights of foreign vices - John Gay "Fable XIV: The Monkey Who Had Seen the World" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Clutched within a miser's hold - John Gay "Fable XVI: Pin and Needle" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

A hungry wolf had thinned the fold - John Gay "Fable XVII: Shepherd's Dog and Wolf" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The thefts of night regaled his day - John Gay "Fable XVII: Shepherd's Dog and Wolf" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

By chance found the marauder's den - John Gay "Fable XVII: Shepherd's Dog and Wolf" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The rats by night the mischief did - John Gay "Fable XXI: The Ratcatcher and Cats" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Though one prey we both pursue - John Gay "Fable XXI: The Ratcatcher and Cats" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Who holds friendship with a knave - John Gay "Fable XXII: Old Dame and Cats" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

That thundering onwards stirs up mud - John Gay "Fable XXV: The Scold and Parrot" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

A parrot's privilege forbidden - John Gay "Fable XXV: The Scold and Parrot" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Parrots for prattling words are prized - John Gay "Fable XXV: The Scold and Parrot" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And with good interest pay their debt - John Gay "Fable XXV: The Scold and Parrot" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Her hissing snakes proclaim her spite - John Gay "Fable XXVIII: The Persian, the Sun, and the Cloud" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Summons up the fiends of night - John Gay "Fable XXVIII: The Persian, the Sun, and the Cloud" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And prompt to do what she command - John Gay "Fable XXVIII: The Persian, the Sun, and the Cloud" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The dignity of owls they knew - John Gay "FableXXXII: The Owls and Sparrow" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

They placed us on Minerva's helm - John Gay "FableXXXII: The Owls and Sparrow" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Builds schemes for others' ruin - John Gay "Fable XXXIII: Courtier and Proteus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Wandered with heavy hours on hand - John Gay "Fable XXXIII: Courtier and Proteus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

They practise frauds in every shape - John Gay "Fable XXXIII: Courtier and Proteus" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Old Nick upon his fingers tended - John Gay "Fable XLII: Juggler and Vice" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Gold from empty bags in torrents rolled - John Gay "Fable XLII: Juggler and Vice" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

By which Vice cheated eye and ear - John Gay "Fable XLII: Juggler and Vice" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Let him first control the lion - John Gay "Fable XLIII: Council of Horses" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Each performed his part assigned - John Gay "Fable XLIII: Council of Horses" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Who builds his fame on ruins of another's name - John Gay "Fable XLV: Rose and Poet" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

To snatch at honors not their own - John Gay "Fable XLV: Rose and Poet" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Blurs not with modesty his merit - John Gay "Fable XLVI: Cur, Horse, and Shepherd's Dog" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Will know that jokes are often paid in kind - John Gay "Fable XLVI: Cur, Horse, and Shepherd's Dog" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The cry of hounds fell on her ear - John Gay "Fable L: Hare and Many Friends" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And doubled to mislead the hounds - John Gay "Fable L: Hare and Many Friends" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The sophisticated tongue of lawyers can turn right to wrong - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Language by your skill made pliant - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And justice absent from your session - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Where eloquence takes either side - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

All wills past muster, undisputed - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

It is the guilty soul that speaks - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

On the fox he flies, the self-convicted felon dies - John Gay "Fable LI: Dog and Fox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Spare my jest and save my ears - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Our court schemes are too profound for Machiavel himself - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Have trodden low law, king, and people - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Gets nothing save its own regard - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And arrogance well recommends them - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Plagues like these as storms may lower - John Gay "Fable LII: Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

But power is nothing, sans the will - John Gay "Fable LIII: Ape and Poultry" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Where sycophants applauded schemes - John Gay "Fable LIII: Ape and Poultry" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Earthward one dingy drop descends - John Gay "Fable LIII: Ape and Poultry" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Spoke their compliments and duties - John Gay "Fable LIII: Ape and Poultry" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Less were their train of knaves and fools - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Law and public good to be the pole-stars - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Things there were no need to mention - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Bears allusion unto State affairs - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

If hands corrupted harm the nation - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Divulge all matters to all eyes - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Proclaim to winds state mysteries - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

These secrets told are ruin - John Gay "Fable LIV: Ant in Office" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Determined his own scope to know - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Without the compass, sail, and oar - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Pride and presumption standing checked - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

To aid the search for pride's eviction - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

By ignorance is pride increased - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Ambition soars to rule the nation - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

No nonsense will offend their ear - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

He took his province from the fox - John Gay "Fable LV: The Bear in a Boat" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

When envy snarls and slanders rail - John Gay "Fable LVI: Squire and Cur" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

With soul adverse to the position - John Gay "Fable LVI: Squire and Cur" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

If he could not his foes disgrace - John Gay "Fable LVI: Squire and Cur" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

For monarchs must be kept deluded - John Gay "Fable LVI: Squire and Cur" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

How servants wound a master's name - John Gay "Fable LVI: Squire and Cur" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

If Fortune's wheel devolved on merit - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Fortune's frown still perseveres to hold you down - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Villains would compass it by guilt - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Your luxury might break all bounds - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Would avarice and false applause weigh in the balance - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Gnawed by corruption, wanting rest - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Tottering upon Ambition's tower - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Nor grumble more like one demented - John Gay "Fable LVII: The Countryman and Jupiter" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Stands with fair plenty in her train - John Gay "Fable LVIII: Man, Cat, Dog, and Fly" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

We all should starve when north winds blew - John Gay "Fable LVIII: Man, Cat, Dog, and Fly" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

That present crimes do equal those of former times - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And win your way past comprehending - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

A hog o'er cabbage said his benison - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The wolf was won by haunch of venison - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Whose conscience honesty ne'er knew - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Who dare to ask or take a bribe - John Gay "Fable LIX: The Jackall [sic], Leopard, and Beasts" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

'Tis said that prudence changes friends - John Gay "Fable LX: The Degenerate Bees" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Many foes, behind, before, beneath your nose - John Gay "Fable LX: The Degenerate Bees" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

In church or state so overflow with froth and hate - John Gay "Fable LX: The Degenerate Bees" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Bequeathed with store of honeycomb - John Gay "Fable LX: The Degenerate Bees" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Proclaim our virtue by their hate - John Gay "Fable LX: The Degenerate Bees" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

That I the flatterer's style reject - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Is not the tree known by its fruit? - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Viewing ignoble things with scorn - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Your fame is consequent on worth - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Democracy and the Devil will soon put all upon one level - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

'Twixt you and us there is no barrier - John Gay "Fable LXI: The Pack-Horse and the Carrier" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

That you might pay your duns and debt - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Fools are the game which knaves pursue - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The wood must make the gamester's losses good - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Cast with the axe their honours down - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

They trust me to their fingers' ends - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The knaves own all her votaries for slaves - John Gay "Fable LXII: Pan and Fortune" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Beneath his grievous load oppressed - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

And sleep the time out in dependence - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Till slumber lays us on her shelves - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Time which devours, eats up the demons - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

When Time overtook them in his walk - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Descends, quite unencumbered by his friends - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Have every pettier want defied - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Without me they would be a dream - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

His heir will lavish them with play - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

The tide of joy they never tasted - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Nor care to make each hour their own - John Gay "Fable LXIII: Plutus, Cupid, and Time" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Sent to school to grow impertinent - John Gay "Fable LXIV: Owl, Swan, Cock, Spider, Ass, and Farmer" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Learnt by rote dogmatic rules - John Gay "Fable LXIV: Owl, Swan, Cock, Spider, Ass, and Farmer" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

You should have let him be an ass - John Gay "Fable LXIV: Owl, Swan, Cock, Spider, Ass, and Farmer" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Will have the pickings of my bones - John Gay "Fable LXV: Cookmaid, Turnspit, and Ox" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Prone to reject a verse benign - John Gay "Fable LXVI: The Raven, Sexton, and Worm" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

How the moon makes the planets pale - John Gay "Fable LXVI: The Raven, Sexton, and Worm" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Those eyes, in truth, are only clay - John Gay "Fable LXVI: The Raven, Sexton, and Worm" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Possesses dust as frail as mine - John Gay "Fable LXVI: The Raven, Sexton, and Worm" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

Commingling in the dust and doom - John Gay "Fable LXVI: The Raven, Sexton, and Worm" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]

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Frowning on that hostile shore - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

Three thousand ghosts beside him - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

Those numbers pale and horrid - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

By twenty sail attended - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

But with twenty ships had done - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

Think on vengeance for my ruin - Richard Glover "Admiral Hosier's Ghost"

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My raiment fits smooth to the spirit - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Birth"

No break in life's unceasing chain - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "For Us"

The unlit chambers of clear space - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Heroism"

Taxes every power you know - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Heroism"

The misdemeanors of uncounted time - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "How Would You?"

Slow constricting centuries of cold - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "How Would You?"

In storms of fierce repudiated steam - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "How Would You?"

Would have left the serpent out - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "How Would You?"

Weren't always havens of contented ease - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Immortality"

I have forgotten my rebellion's shape - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Immortality"

Precious things on hidden shelves - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "The Lesson of Death"

With the lions in his path - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "The Lion Path"

All the wondrous waste of artifice - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "The Modern Skeleton"

Granite to me is potter's clay - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "The Sea"

The high leading of her soul - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "She Walketh Veiled and Sleeping"

Drew delightful Mammoths on the borders of his cave - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Similar Cases"

The goats who would not so believe - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "To the Preacher"

Forward far as Plato looked - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Why Not?"

Broken by the chasms of despair - Charlotte Perkins Gilman "Why Not?"

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When heat is the translation - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

The translation of some common god - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

To purge the god of watchtowers - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

A violence in the weeds - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Houdini picks the locks of death - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Purge tomorrow of its shine - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

All callsign and codename - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Into the violence of our callsign - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

That slips the knot of tomorrow - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Houdini picking the locks of god - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Signs November translates - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Blue as the inside of flames - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Summer's echo purging the common gray - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Violence is how we belong - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Tows tonight into tomorrow - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Twirl in the flames of paradise - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Switch to the frequency of flame - Kevin Goodan "Anaphora"

Our very breath is fuel to the fire - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

The first condition of the universe is fire - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

When fire says remember - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Flames choose what feeds them - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Are we not inheritors of ash - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

The sudden chorus of trees ignite - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Ropes of smoke that braid into a weather - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

A weather of reignited ash - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Beneath the canopy of ghost-trees - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

A tree's second dream - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

That covets every flame - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Forged in the breath of stars - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Ghosts greet us with rough hands - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

All warning before rupture comes - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Of that blaze set always between - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

The syntax of emergent flame - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Shall be thy roiling baptism - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

In the sanctity of risk - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Making a fire that marries fire - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Scribe intentions on the dark - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Where every move becomes a function of light - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Echo chambers for the lost - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Trapdoors in the tiers of heaven - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Who will contest the ownership of fire? - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

The mosaic of the dwindling fire - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Read the air for ghost-tongues - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

Bitter, blinding, binding words - Kevin Goodan "Spot Weather Forecast"

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The knell of parting day - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

The lowing herds wind slowly - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Where the beetle wheels his droning flight - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

The harvest to their sickle yield - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Once pregnant with celestial fire - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Rich with the spoils of time - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Many a gem of purest ray - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Dark unfathomed caves of ocean - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Waste its sweetness on the desert air - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

The little tyrant of his fields - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

The applause of listening senates - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

And shut the gates of mercy - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Incense kindled at the Muse's flame - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

The passing tribute of a sigh - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

By lonely Contemplation led - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Some kindred spirit shall inquire - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

With dirges due in sad array - Thomas Gray "Elegy, Written in a Country Churchyard"

Fair Science frowned not - Thomas Gray "The Epitaph"

And Melancholy marked him - Thomas Gray "The Epitaph"

In trembling hope repose - Thomas Gray "The Epitaph"

Reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"

Their amorous descant join - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"

For other notes repine - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"

Melts no heart but mine - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"

And give to rapture all thy trembling - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Now the rich stream of music winds - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

And dropped his thirsty lance - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Perching on the sceptred hand - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Quenched in dark clouds of slumber - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Brisk notes in cadence beating - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Their Queen's approach declare - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Refuge from the storms of fate - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

And justify the laws of Jove - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

In climes beyond the solar road - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

In loose numbers wildly sweet - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

In lingering labyrinths creep - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Your tuneful echoes languish - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Unveil her awful face - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Can unlock the gates of joy - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

With necks in thunder clothed - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Sailing with supreme dominion - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Through the azure deep of air - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

Unborrowed of the sun - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

The limits of a vulgar fate - Thomas Gray "The Progress of Poesy"

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Guarded by a tender choir - Edmund Gosse "Alere Flammam"

And served the same memorial fire - Edmund Gosse "Alere Flammam"

Guards the glowing coal of song - Edmund Gosse "Alere Flammam"

And pass the worship on intact - Edmund Gosse "Alere Flammam"

If still the sacred embers burn - Edmund Gosse "Alere Flammam"

Peach and plum in lacquered dyes - Edmund Gosse "A Dream of November"

A metal rain of radiant dye - Edmund Gosse "A Dream of November"

Beneath her wings of lilac dim - Edmund Gosse "A Dream of November"

Through hot air as through grass - Edmund Gosse "Lying in the Grass"

Girt round the feet with gorse - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

Golden and phantom-pale they lay - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

Still survey the obsequious infinite - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

Past chattering rills of quartz - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

Clutched in the grip of those vast hands - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

More timid than the lizards were - Edmund Gosse "On Yes Tor"

Pan's voice melted to a wail - Edmund Gosse "Philomel in London"

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Twin stars through my purpling pane - Angelina Weld Grimké "Dusk"

The shriveling husk of a yellowing moon - Angelina Weld Grimké "Dusk"

The same tearless experience - Angelina Weld Grimké "The Eyes of My Regret"

Up the same well-worn path - Angelina Weld Grimké "The Eyes of My Regret"

Crimson or gold dropping away - Angelina Weld Grimké "The Eyes of My Regret"

A book for the candle light - Angelina Weld Grimké "For the Candlelight"

More than a bubble breaking - Angelina Weld Grimké "A Mona Lisa"

Mile after mile slipping in between - Angelina Weld Grimké "Paradox"

Just beyond the border of our seeing - Angelina Weld Grimké "The Puppet Player" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

No sight may wound our worn-out eyes - Angelina Weld Grimké "Surrender"

Quite alone beneath the moon - Angelina Weld Grimké "To Joseph Lee"

Shut away within the night - Angelina Weld Grimké "To Joseph Lee"

Of shy things at night - Angelina Weld Grimké "To Keep the Memory of Charlotte Forten Grimke"

Wonders of the dark and day - Angelina Weld Grimké "To Keep the Memory of Charlotte Forten Grimke"

Their wistful buds at dawn - Angelina Weld Grimké "To Keep the Memory of Charlotte Forten Grimke"

A hint of gold where the moon will be - Angelina Weld Grimké "The Want of You"

A mantle of witching grace - Angelina Weld Grimké "When the Green Lies Over the Earth"

The sharp thorn grows on the budding rose - Angelina Weld Grimké "When the Green Lies Over the Earth"

Chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath - Angelina Weld Grimké "A Winter Twilight"

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The clear rumbling of your heart at ease - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

Fenced off with spiked wire and old pipes - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

Abandonment to the weight of everything - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

Everything that pulls me down to ruin - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

To drink the breath of your beloved - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

My heart in its deep voice, commanding - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

In Babylon, you see what is possible - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

Make every dark wish lie down - Frank X. Gaspar "The One God Is Mysterious"

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The sun's slow exile - Jenny George "I Love You"

For the taste of our name - Jenny George "I Love You"

Enthralled in the garden - Jenny George "Sunflowers"

Heart like a plateful of black flames - Jenny George "Sunflowers"

Burn through their masks of radiant desire - Jenny George "Sunflowers"

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The tone and the timbre - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

The deep empty longing in the voice of birds - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

Through the eye of the astral needle - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

A green that can only be perceived in dreams - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

No echo without a wall - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

Would sing on the other side of the world - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

Marks the longest separation - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

A body huddled between clouds - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

The childhood that's watching me - Cristina Rivera Garza "Saturday, April 17, 2010 12:49" transl. by Ilana Luna and Cheyla Samuelson

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Behind an old door at the end - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Leaning against the shadow of dead cells - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Cells nightgowned in moon - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Between the rhubarb & riverine - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Field created by lightning - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

Kaleidoscope of back and forth - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

The fossils that drowned trying to reach us - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"

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Two speckled frogs or lizards run right and left - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"

Sway to keep up with their scuffles - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"

Strict time has taught him patience - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"

Hoarding, like ants, against the future - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"

The last chord lingers in the strings - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"

Comes clear from nowhere at the eye's edge - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

Her feet stone still on the path - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

Includes her in the world it watches - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

Attempting the etiquette of quiet - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

But what's the second panel of the tapestry? - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

Fall on one knee petitioning - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

Green edges waver and reknit - Sarah Getty "Deer, 6:00 AM"

You lose the sight of guidelines - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

All that book-learning a waste now - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

Puzzles crowd your path like carnivorous plants - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

A meaning leans in with a wink - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

A wing-beat and it's off in the mist - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

A message mixed with all this mystery - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

Advice for the next life for folks who are losing their focus - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

Your own hand the medium, patched in to paradise - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

While there's time to imagine alternatives - Sarah Getty "Presbyopia"

Walks unseen beside you with her apron pockets full - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

Reading Frost on the subway - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

Singing over a candled cake - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

Reach into a pocket and hand you this intact moment - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

Unnoticed, steadfast, she gathers all this jumble - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

Hands it back like prizes from Crackerjack - Sarah Getty "That Woman"

An Easter egg cut-out of grass and trees - Sarah Getty "The Wash"

Too short to reach the clothesline - Sarah Getty "The Wash"

Our heaviness was scattered into air - Sarah Getty "The Wash"

Put on this jubilee, walk inside it, wash with it - Sarah Getty "The Wash"

Pillow cases shaking out white signals in the sun - Sarah Getty "The Wash"

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Having rehearsed it for two weeks - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Riding the backs of the Trojan Women - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

In Euripides' great wake they are swept up - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Seaweed on the wet flanks of a whale - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

In a foam of hysterical voices shrieking - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Each town has its Cassandra - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Wed to some mystery or other - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

The terror reaches its red claws into back ward and living room - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Each town has its Andromache - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Led out weeping among the ambulances - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

In all the makeup she can muster - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

The gorgeous mask of whatever quick-witted lie will keep her alive - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

That dolorous mountain of wooden ships and water - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

In whose memory the women bring us this huge gift horse - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Small ragdoll figures toppling over and over - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

From every skyscraper and battlement hurtling - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Our numbed faces are as stunned as Andromache's - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Up the surging ladder of grief piled on grief - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Heightens the gloss of each bitter scene - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Each word rings out over our terrified heads - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

A child falls through midnight - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

The warriors depart without a glance backward - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

These captains of the world's death - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

In a rain of willess atoms - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Life picks up and goes on but not art - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

The one gift that will not disappear but waits - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Inside whose artifice is the lesson, buried alive - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

The grim machinations of the beautiful - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

Lead us to these eternally real lamentations - Patricia Goedicke "The Reading Club"

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Head white with eyes of motionless stone - Nicolás Guillén "The Aconcagua" transl. by Aaron Coleman

Graze the cold hands of the moon - Nicolás Guillén "The Aconcagua" transl. by Aaron Coleman

Daybreak clouds, made by the farmer's brief dreams - Nicolás Guillén "The Clouds" transl. by Aaron Coleman

Brief dreams and hollow dawns - Nicolás Guillén "The Clouds" transl. by Aaron Coleman

The ones that announce the Evening Star - Nicolás Guillén "The Clouds" transl. by Aaron Coleman

Driven by the winds from the great Lake Victoria - Nicolás Guillén "The Clouds" transl. by Aaron Coleman

With four motors on a single flight - Nicolás Guillén "Exile" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

Blood shines on the breast of a cloud - Nicolás Guillén "Exile" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

Dressed in mourning, rent by four recent knives - Nicolás Guillén "Exile" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

A tough sea of sightless eyes and murdered sleep - Nicolás Guillén "Exile" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

Lands of bitter slime where my voice blooms - Nicolás Guillén "Rivers" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

Languid jungles chained by bloody roots - Nicolás Guillén "Rivers" transl. by Roberto Marquez and David Arthur McMurray

Do not touch the stars on its skin - Nicolás Guillén "The Ursa Major" transl. by Aaron Coleman

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Drive by Coachella to the Salton Sea - Christian Gullette "Coachella Elegy"

This water will not become wine - Christian Gullette "Coachella Elegy"

A forgotten swing set submerged in this sea - Christian Gullette "Coachella Elegy"

Finds scant comfort in fate - Christian Gullette "The Fates"

Even gods must obey what's drawn from Urd's well - Christian Gullette "The Fates"

It's the fleeing that makes it tender - Christian Gullette "The Fish"

Hot Santa Ana wind mopes across clay courts - Christian Gullette "The Fish"

Cigarette ash drops from the balcony - Christian Gullette "The Fish"

Unloads clean, bone-colored napkins - Christian Gullette "The Fish"

Nowhere to go that late but home - Christian Gullette "Palm Springs"

Empty on a December weeknight - Christian Gullette "Tattoo"

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There thrilled the echoes all night long - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

Taught me all each songster said - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

When autumn winds were sighing - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

In gold and russet bright arrayed - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

The spring will autumn's frost deride - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

The summer laugh at winter-tide - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

Long power to grief denying - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

Nor let the dead leaves to us tell - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

Tell a tale of changeless sorrow - Linda Gardiner "Long Ago" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.52--v.I, 27 Dec. 1884]

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Gathering the storm-clouds together - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

And anger's hot might in its wild notes is heard - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Flame blue and lambent the cloud-masses glow - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

And quenches them deep in its whirlpools below - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Serpents of fire in the dark ocean writhing - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

Soars fearless and proud 'mid the lightnings - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

And what is the prophet of victory saying? - Maxim Gorky "The Song of the Storm-Finch" [Mother Earth v.1 no.1, March 1906] transl. by Alice Stone Blackwell

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A dark sleep, or sleep that held one dream - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

In this a huge contagious absence - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Defined but by the encroachments of its sway - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Stripped to indifference at the turns of time - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

And welcomed zero as a paradigm - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Images burst with fire into the quiet sphere - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Presided ultimate in its abstract devastations - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

An infinite finitude I see in those peculiar lovely variations - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Flares in the mind and leaves a smoky mark of dread - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Purposeless matter hovers in the dark - Thom Gunn "The Annihilation of Nothing"

Frost's long ache afflicting every mortal nation - Thom Gunn "The Antagonism"

Sunshine soluble in institution - Thom Gunn "The Antagonism"

The dream and dreamer warmed in fusion - Thom Gunn "The Antagonism"

Long stems of contrary assertion - Thom Gunn "The Antagonism"

Strengthened by the ache of winter - Thom Gunn "The Antagonism"

Syllables slurred to a fine complaint - Thom Gunn "Autumn Chapter in a Novel"

Which in their time held off the natural heat - Thom Gunn "Autumn Chapter in a Novel"

Sweatless as watercolour under glass - Thom Gunn "Autumn Chapter in a Novel"

Hesitates in the tender trap of doubt - Thom Gunn "Autumn Chapter in a Novel"

Resume the motions of their discontent - Thom Gunn "Autumn Chapter in a Novel"

Of energy that defeats the brokenness of towns - Thom Gunn "Black Jackets"

As a delaying habit of the mind - Thom Gunn "Black Jackets"

Sudden and anonymous hints of light - Thom Gunn "Black Jackets"

Pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts - Thom Gunn "Considering the Snail"

The slow passion to that deliberate progress - Thom Gunn "Considering the Snail"

A separate place between the thought and felt - Thom Gunn "The Corridor"

The inhabitant of someone else's world - Thom Gunn "The Corridor"

To ports in which past purposes unravelled - Thom Gunn "Duncan"

The energy that rose from their confusion - Thom Gunn "Duncan"

Themselves the margins of unchanging night - Thom Gunn "Duncan"

Belonging to the common ground above - Thom Gunn "During an Absence"

Each love defines its proper obstacles - Thom Gunn "During an Absence"

And have no faces for their frowns to fold - Thom Gunn "During an Absence"

Romeo's passion rose to fire from one thin spark - Thom Gunn "During an Absence"

Without a chance to blaze upon the unities of a paper scene - Thom Gunn "During an Absence"

A concave wall down-ribbed with shine - Thom Gunn "From the Wave"

Swim out to wait until the right waves gather - Thom Gunn "From the Wave"

I play your furies back to me at night - Thom Gunn "High Fidelity"

The tuneless circles that succeed a voice - Thom Gunn "High Fidelity"

Had deleted all of intervening time and place - Thom Gunn "The Hug"

Balances a mere pinpoint of consciousness - Thom Gunn "Human Condition"

No fog makes more or less the neighbouring disorder - Thom Gunn "Human Condition"

Walking through hypothesis, an individual - Thom Gunn "Human Condition"

Though the total riches could not fail - Thom Gunn "In the Tank"

Still they contained the silence of a jail - Thom Gunn "In the Tank"

To study equanimity among high trees alone - Thom Gunn "In Trust"

What we hold in trust we do hold, even apart - Thom Gunn "In Trust"

The small but clustering duties of the sick - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Distanced you from the habits of your health - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Treating each symptom as a mere mishap - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Before immediately slipping into the nightmare once again - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Martyrdom in the far Canada of a hospital room - Thom Gunn "Lament"

A gust of morphine hid you - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Explored this emptying intermediate state - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Detail to furnish this bare ledge toured by the gale - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Improvised upon your own delight - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Below a molten field of stars five years ago - Thom Gunn "Lament"

Too warm, too close, and not enough like pain - Thom Gunn "Lament"

A happier condemnation than I deserved - Thom Gunn "Legal Reform"

Exercise painful and lonely in the walks of death - Thom Gunn "Legal Reform"

I must get back inside the cage of breath - Thom Gunn "Legal Reform"

Absence twitches on the loosened rope - Thom Gunn "Legal Reform"

Who may not help himself and may not choose - Thom Gunn "Lines for a Book"

Who prospered through dreams of heat - Thom Gunn "The Man with Night Sweats"

My flesh was its own shield - Thom Gunn "The Man with Night Sweats"

Adored the risk made robust - Thom Gunn "The Man with Night Sweats"

A world of wonders in each challenge to the skin - Thom Gunn "The Man with Night Sweats"

As if hands were enough to hold an avalanche off - Thom Gunn "The Man with Night Sweats"

To me the bird is only meat for augury - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

Knowing possession means the risk of loss - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

Ripeness that rests an hour in the fruit - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

The point where there remain no knacks or habits - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

Unhampered by remembered syllables - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

And nothing ends it but a storm or night - Thom Gunn "Merlin in the Cave: He Speculates without a Book"

Between the sky and the hot crust of hell - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

Magic circles are a useful spell against contentment - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

I end my circle where I had begun - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

According to the hints that hopes give out - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

From the sun and that hot hell beneath - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

My circle's end is where I have begun - Thom Gunn "A Plan of Self Subjection"

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That wall which bounds the future and the past - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

Yet backward let me take one look - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

And ponder on life's tattered book - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

An unlearned melody has shed - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

Calls for each echo where it floats - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

And long for all the tears it cost - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

The waste where all life's hopes have perished - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

Sunshine to the hopeless rays which light futurity - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

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A tangle of dark ravelled time - Russell Green "De Mundo"

Forth from the old abyss clambering - Russell Green "De Mundo"

With the guidance of no star - Russell Green "De Mundo"

Known courses with uncharted doubt - Russell Green "De Mundo"

And the golden bowl was broken - Russell Green "De Mundo"

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The slanted gold bars of the day - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

Wet against my fingers in a dream - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

Salvaging among the tideline's bitter gleanings - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

The taste of cold July - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

Where lost and salvaged meet - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

When frozen rivers start to run - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

Birds that fell asleep in his pockets - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

The village network of whispers - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

The chains postwar empire was reforming - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

The moon that never changed allegiances - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

Signed a declaration of repentance - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

Putting banned words in bottles to bury - Suzanne Gardinier "Mala 50/He broke his sling that killed birds"

In the letter you didn't write - Suzanne Gardinier "Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York"

When the rain comes to erase the streets - Suzanne Gardinier "Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York"

Made of what I've missed - Suzanne Gardinier "Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York"

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The story of how we drown - Max Garland "In the Meantime"

Weather inscribed into our shoulder blades - Max Garland "In the Meantime"

Stained into the brick and mind - Max Garland "In the Meantime"

How I remember the length of twilight - Max Garland "In the Meantime"

The world's only music - Max Garland "In the Meantime"

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The pocketknife seducing the orange - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Bordercrosser's Pillowbook"

The white sparks in my brain - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Bordercrosser's Pillowbook"

The red sparks in my heart - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Bordercrosser's Pillowbook"

All function and no fury - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Cage"

As I swallow you whole - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Cage"

The rattle of your aching heart - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Cage"

A world of always leaving - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Cage"

Who weep like orphans at my door - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

Blame the trickery of kitchens - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

Old couch that cries in coins - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

Launched this grim parade of exits - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

Inhabited by dreamers now extinct - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

Whose patron saints are longing and despair - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Casa"

No reason for feral birds - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Each word dressed for burial - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

A ghost with the smell of Sunday - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Sips tea made from flakes of gold - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Whose gown cascades with light - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Slip from one black cloak into another - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

The sad architecture of abandonment - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Exhausted from the weight of stones - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

A flower that blossoms without light - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

The silence of their vanishing - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Fathers"

Glorious buttercups that bleed - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

The winter that welcomes no guests - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

The footprints made by water - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

To coat their battle scars with gin - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

Scolding the mice for eating sugar - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

Pinch the sun between two fingers - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

Vanish from the center outward - Rigoberto Gonzalez "In the Village of Missing Sons"

Let the whiskey tell the tale - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Mortui Vivos Docent"

Cut out the yellow heart of heaven - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Mortui Vivos Docent"

Drop the bloodless stars into the sea - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Mortui Vivos Docent"

Inside the scent of tangerines - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Mortui Vivos Docent"

That scattered glass fruit around your feet - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Music Man"

An owl to be my mirror - Rigoberto Gonzalez "La Pelona as Birdwoman"

An egg that cracks my coffin - Rigoberto Gonzalez "La Pelona as Birdwoman"

A trove of pearls and stones - Rigoberto Gonzalez "La Pelona as Birdwoman"

One more spill of secrets - Rigoberto Gonzalez "La Pelona as Birdwoman"

The scorn of tumbleweed and light - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Senorita Juarez"

Every breath was a soldier word - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Soldier of Mictlan"

The sorrow of thirsting for sounds - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Summer Songs"

A basket going hungry - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Unpeopled Eden"

Gathering the shadows to their roots - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Unpeopled Eden"

Diamonds on the cobweb stems - Rigoberto Gonzalez "Unpeopled Eden"

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Know there is spring in the world - Arthur Guiterman "In the Hospital"

Dips for an instant of light - Arthur Guiterman "In the Hospital"

Wild Valkyries ride the wind - Arthur Guiterman "The Twilight of the Gods"

All the Hates embattled - Arthur Guiterman "The Twilight of the Gods"

With all the hosts of slaughter - Arthur Guiterman "The Twilight of the Gods"

Whose hearts are constant - Arthur Guiterman "The Twilight of the Gods"

From shreds of shattered altars - Arthur Guiterman "The Twilight of the Gods"

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However quiet you refuse to be - John Gallaher "Advice to Passengers"

A backdrop of black velvet and rhinestones - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

Debris falling back to earth - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

Hiding in the underbrush with hopes - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

Luminol was her favorite color - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

A wolf on the horizon making a movie - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

A shipwreck playing across me - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

Pouring sugar into my cup - John Gallaher "And the Moon on Its Stem Will Steal You Away"

The limitations of structure - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: I"

Invent some muses and invoke them - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: I"

Or we can play the forgetting game - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: I"

So the world continues around two corners - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: I"

Parts into halls and ridges - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: I"

All of us suddenly disappearing - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: II"

They demand coins or laws - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: II"

The first one to an eighteen-wheeler accident - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: III"

Consider this a metaphor for something - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: III"

In order to be defined as empty - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: IV"

As museums keep calling out - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: IV"

We have these accidents in common - John Gallaher "In a Landscape: IV"

Dark behind the flaring particles - John Gallaher "In the Little Book of Guesses"

Twenty years ago and Tuesday - John Gallaher "In the Little Book of Guesses"

To break through the fragile borders - John Gallaher "My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1"

Unfold at the periphery of catastrophes - John Gallaher "My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1"

A recent abundance of acorns - John Gallaher "My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1"

Language springs from the land - John Gallaher "My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1"

Wind becomes spirit becomes ghost - John Gallaher "My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1"

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Two tall elms were its sentinels - Jane Gay "Our Childhood"

To dig the homely artichoke - Jane Gay "Our Childhood"

Grapes from many a loaded vine - Jane Gay "Our Childhood"

Searched for chestnuts in the wood - Jane Gay "Our Childhood"

Chill with icy sleet and rain - Jane Gay "Our Childhood"

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The glorious stars remember to appear - Manmohan Ghose "A Lament"

The virgin sisterhood of roses - Manmohan Ghose "Mentem Mortalia Tangunt"

Autumn sheds her latest leaf - Manmohan Ghose "Mentem Mortalia Tangunt"

A sad Muse in the melodious choir - Manmohan Ghose "[Thou who hast follow'd far]"

Forget the shining of the stars - Manmohan Ghose "[Thou who hast follow'd far]"

Find an answer in the leaves - Manmohan Ghose "[Thou who hast follow'd far]"

A warning on the wind - Manmohan Ghose "[Thou who hast follow'd far]"

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Borne by fragrant gales - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

And bind our thoughts to earth - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

The moving strains of Eden's harps - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Speeds the rivers in their onward course - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

A spell to blast the weed - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

The flow of kindly sympathies - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

The mystic speech of nature - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Have half congealed the glowing tide - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Born of the light of heavenly mansions - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Swept by seraph's fingers - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Glittering walks of gems and gold - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

The forms our dreams have seen - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Forgetful of the world of bliss - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

Each frail pilgrim of the thorny land - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

With the flow of mingled hearts - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

To its bonds at dawn restoring - Miss H.E. Grannis "The Lifted Veil"

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And raised a mighty bantam crow - Grace Greenwood "Babie Annie to Cousin J--, acknowledging the Christmas-gift of a chain"

And give you kisses by the dozen - Grace Greenwood "Babie Annie to Cousin J--, acknowledging the Christmas-gift of a chain"

Another needless touch of Greece - Grace Greenwood "Babie Annie to Cousin J--, acknowledging the Christmas-gift of a chain"

In the wet rice-swamps and canebreaks tall - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [In the wet rice-swamps]"

The day that ends its reign of blood and fear - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [In the wet rice-swamps]"

Comes with the sound of breaking chains - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [In the wet rice-swamps]"

Remember them whene'er you feast - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [In the wet rice-swamps]"

To speak brave words for truth and right - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [In the wet rice-swamps]"

Holds a world of woe within its little round - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [My first is often caught in church]"

His life-bark rode on Fortune's flood - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [My first is often caught in church]"

Till the heavens began to frown - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [My first is often caught in church]"

Meet falsehood with its best rebuke - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [O be my first, my darling child]"

Gather and hoard a goodly store of truth - Grace Greenwood "A Charade [O be my first, my darling child]"

Who flings her royal radiance round me - Grace Greenwood "A Lay" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The night-wind trembling round the rose - Grace Greenwood "A Lay" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Till every heart-string thrills and glows - Grace Greenwood "A Lay" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Only see the great gulf set between us - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

For fear a poison in the chalice lurks - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The power, the rapture, and the crown of life - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

By the poor guard of danger set about - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The richest flowers of heaven bloom on the brink of darkness - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Idly pluck a thousand meek-faced daisies - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Pause hard by the rose-wreathed gate - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

To crush the mighty yearning down - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

That battles with the passions hand to hand - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

That plucks its joy in the shadow of death's wing - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

That drains with one deep draught the wine of life - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

With fearless foot and heaven-turned eye - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

May stand upon a dizzy precipice - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

High o'er the abyss of ruin - Grace Greenwood "The Spanish Princess to the Moorish Knight" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Catch heaven's brightness on their waves - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

All a busy world may hear - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

The deepest fountains of my soul - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

Strains that sky-larks downward send - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

The mighty secrets of his power - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

Where Hope's signal lights the night - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

And Love stands watching by the deep - Grace Greenwood "To L--. With Some Poems"

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Browne is the poet's maiden name.

Had memory no chain to bind - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

To stir the sleeping fountain - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

The hour of passion's unforgotten tryst - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

Hush the raging tumult of my soul - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

Within our spirit's garden - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

From the tomb of withered memories - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

Thy hollow mask of recklessness - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

The wreath of orange blossoms on her brow - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

A fiery scorpion coiled wildly around - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

And the golden bowl is shattered - Miss Mattie Griffith "The Deserted"

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Father and son and the open sky - Edgar A. Guest "A Boy and His Dad"

Recalling all his happy yesterdays - Edgar A. Guest "The Grate Fire"

A panorama born of all my yesterdays - Edgar A. Guest "The Grate Fire"

Bid the world to try me - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

Though the silent mountains should defy me - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

The task which calls for full endeavors - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

Desert the hills to walk on common plains - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

High stakes the purpose of my throw - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

No chains of fear should bind me - Edgar A. Guest "If I Had Youth"

Be brave when the joy departs - Edgar A. Guest "Let's Be Brave"

A place on the tablets of fame - Edgar A. Guest "Looking Back"

Turned from the splendor of silver and gold - Edgar A. Guest "Looking Back"

Harvested much from my acres of life - Edgar A. Guest "Looking Back"

The glare of wisdom blind my eyes - Edgar A. Guest "The Simple Things"

Errors of the heart and hand - Edgar A. Guest "The Simple Things"

Must dwell in glory all alone - Edgar A. Guest "The Simple Things"

The tasks which every morning brings - Edgar A. Guest "The Simple Things"

Quiet street and the friendly door - Edgar A. Guest "When Day Is Done"

Say farewell to my pack of care - Edgar A. Guest "When Day Is Done"

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my answer to the terror of being alone - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

being alone in a graveyard of buried stars - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

every dead-ash sun a crumbled cipher - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

a universe that gave birth to itself - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

i hear atoms falling together and falling apart - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

where all are caught in isolate crystal - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

an eternity of nothing stirring - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

the shape of unanswerable desperation - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"

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Falling, starless veils of lace - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"

Sentried with all my Sight - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"

The blanched eye of our grief - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"

Your noiseless struggle to be - Aracelis Girmay "Ceremony for Remembering the Doorless World"

A bird suddenly stunned by the glass - Aracelis Girmay "Second Estrangement"

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One flame in a glow of green-veined rhodonite - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

Heaven a crystal magnificence of stars - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

Stars powdered lightly with blue - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

My spirit has turned honey-moth - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

Has made of the stars its flowers - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

Bursting with light from beyond - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

And been caught in the web of the stars - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

Though your beauty were a net of unimagined power - Richard Butler Glaenzer "Star-Magic"

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When voiceless things have found a tone - Eliza Paul Gurney "The Alpine Horn"

To bear creation's holy vesper prayer - Eliza Paul Gurney "The Alpine Horn"

Weed well your own deceitful hearts - Eliza Paul Gurney "Ephesians 4:32"

Who loves our fairest joys to spoil - Eliza Paul Gurney "The Evening Star"

Safe on the crest of the billow - Eliza Paul Gurney "Farewell"

Descend not to the shadowy tomb - Eliza Paul Gurney "Heaven and Earth"

A tale of severed ties to break the bleeding heart - Eliza Paul Gurney "Heaven and Earth"

Lift the eye of fate to worlds - Eliza Paul Gurney "Heaven and Earth"

A harrowing tale of dear departed hours - Eliza Paul Gurney "[Hush, hush! my thoughts are resting]"

Closed is the book we used to read - Eliza Paul Gurney "In a Season of Bereavement"

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Because they conjured thirst - J.P. Grasser "Letter to My Great, Great Grandchild"

To clear our heads of everything but wind - J.P. Grasser "Letter to My Great, Great Grandchild"

How ego blossoms in paraphrase - J.P. Grasser "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

To seed the severed world of object-things - J.P. Grasser "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

And claim the cast of green shade for ourselves - J.P. Grasser "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

In the blank face of certain unknowns - J.P. Grasser "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Hands forced forward by the mainspring's spiral torsion - J.P. Grasser "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

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A piece of seaweed at the periphery of the gaze - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

I catch on the vertices - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Into the hungry rustle of antennae - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

My quiet angle facing the cobalt contour - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

What unfathomable geometry preserves it - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Annoying when they're first to fall - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

They form predictable vacuums - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

And gives my doomed hands a soft task - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

To divine anything from the asphalt remains - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

The ritual sacrifice of round birds - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Time settles in a stiffening vertebra like salt - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Go to the factory to flirt with the specters of labor - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Crown myself with the thorny wreath of inaction - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

And my wound will acquire the gift of sight - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

As old and precise as the devil - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

I am trying to become illegible - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Composed of a single contour - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

Watch the ink fill in your body - Igor Gulin "Kontur" transl. by Your Language My Ear

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All it needed was patience and eons - John Grey "The Computer vs. My Personal Evolution"

That can be propelled into my far future - John Grey "The Computer vs. My Personal Evolution"

As dead as doornails used to be - John Grey "The Computer vs. My Personal Evolution"

I chose solitude for a career - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

Away from people and the curse of interaction - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

The first footprint on strange worlds - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

The corporate symbol of my heart - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

Melted a little of itself out of sheer boredom - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

Could not make a decent year out of its desolation - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

A speck, like kindling for its own distant fire - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

A baby in the crook of the dark's arms - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

An endless game of musical chairs - John Grey "Distant People Gravitate to Distant Worlds"

A humble cloud can bust the lamp of Cassiopeta - John Grey "Skywatching"

Can spin Sagittarius into spider - John Grey "Skywatching"

Houses Pegasus and Equules in its dusty windows - John Grey "Skywatching"

Aquarius is skewered by a sliver of sleep - John Grey "Skywatching"

Not even human dreams are innocent - John Grey "Skywatching"

They raze Cygnus with worries for the next day - John Grey "Skywatching"

It takes a stalwart soul to find the light - John Grey "Skywatching"

Beyond the cities and its affectations of brightness - John Grey "Skywatching"

A wide expanse of grass dead to the night - John Grey "Skywatching"

Wear Virgo's diamond in your hair - John Grey "Skywatching"

Rocking and rolling through the storms of Jupiter - John Grey "Son of an Astronaut"

Always said no universe could hold him - John Grey "Son of an Astronaut"

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With winds blent in their wild career - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Riding upon the Lightning's wing - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Darkening the vast expanse on high - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

The sceptre of the concave hold - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Low in the chambers of the west - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Luna, with her star-gemmed, glorious crown - Rufus W. Griswold "The Sunset Storm" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

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Required to resist the distractions - Raquel Gutiérrez "Solip Cystic"

That facilitates the annihilation of the other - Raquel Gutiérrez "Solip Cystic"

Insomniac for a high noon called midnight - Raquel Gutiérrez "Would It Kill Me to Be a Nicer Guy?"

Another howling coyote ass chorus of disapproval - Raquel Gutiérrez "Would It Kill Me to Be a Nicer Guy?"

And these papers overwhelm an archive - Raquel Gutiérrez "Would It Kill Me to Be a Nicer Guy?"

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On the ocean that hollows the rocks - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

Thought it a region of sunshine and rest - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

The rising wind's menacing roar - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

Far on the verge of the ocean it lay - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

For a vision of fanciful bliss to barter - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

The warning of reason was spoken in vain - Gerald Griffin "Hy-Brasail"

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With clouds that steal across her light - Emanuel Geibel "[Mien Pferd geht langsam durch die nacht]" transl. by Edith Wharton

Opens upward to admit the sunlight's gleam - Emanuel Geibel "[Schöne Lilie]" transl. by Edith Wharton

To discover love that lurks in sorrow's smart - Emanuel Geibel "[Schöne Lilie]" transl. by Edith Wharton

Sudden stillness fills my heart - Emanuel Geibel "[Schöne Lilie]" transl. by Edith Wharton

Like the moon, times change, and hearts - Emanuel Geibel "[There stands the ancient gabled house]" transl. by Edith Wharton

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Half the look betrayed a wish - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Sixteen times had known them come - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Sit her down mute as Sorrow's daughter - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Free-born bird with echo babbling after - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

But I have none to wish returned - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Such the spell that binds me now - Gretta "Lily Leslie" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

You bring back a shadow upon it now - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Where first you were bound by the magic spell - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

For your brief life's faded light - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

I mourn o'er my perished faith and truth - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

I would call back every hope and fear - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Though it must be culled with a gushing tear - Gretta "The Return to Scenes of Childhood" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

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Leans to the sun's gaze glorying - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

Speed with the light-foot winds to run - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

They stand to him each one a friend - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

Waiting hours, before the brazen frenzy starts - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

And when the burning moment breaks - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

And all things else are out of mind - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

Nor lead nor steel shall reach him - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

In the air Death moans and sings - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

With the fire that made them bright - Julian Grenfell "To a Black Greyhound"

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Let not your anxious hearts be swayed - C. L. Graves "A Ballad of Eels"

Up to the end of the great QUEEN'S reign - C. L. Graves "Ballade of Free Verse"

Grim apostle of stress and strain - C. L. Graves "Ballade of Free Verse"

That marks the zenith of his swift career - C. L. Graves "'Bleak House'"

Burning sympathy that glows unchecked - C. L. Graves "'Bleak House'"

If his heart be not of steel or stone - C. L. Graves "'Bleak House'"

Whose art was potent to beguile - C. L. Graves "'Bleak House'"

Abundant causes for misgiving and dismay - C. L. Graves "The Flapper"

Four years I spent beneath his rule - C. L. Graves "The House-Master"

Unafraid of flagrant paradoxes - C. L. Graves "Lines on a New History"

In their heart of hearts a throne of special glory - C. L. Graves "The Old Matron"

Yearning for solace in desolate hours - C. L. Graves "On Re-Reading 'Barchester Towers'"

With fourteen young ravens to feed - C. L. Graves "On Re-Reading 'Barchester Towers'"

Commanding the spells of a Circe - C. L. Graves "On Re-Reading 'Barchester Towers'"

Though seldom you failed to be wise - C. L. Graves "On Re-Reading 'Barchester Towers'"

Consoler of the doubting and distressed - C. L. Graves "Remunerative Rhymes"

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Never enough keys for all the doorways of memory - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

Never enough keys for all the hidden rooms - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

The brass and gold skeletons are exhumed - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

The brass and gold come to life in her hands - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

Opening doors into moments reawakened - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

Memories of the lost rise from mind's uncharted sea - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

The memories of the lost turning in their burnished locks - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

That will always be her own to hold - Preston Grassmann "The Doors of a Drowned City"

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Words lost in boreal winds - Lore Graham "Absence"

One set of bootprints back where two had come - Lore Graham "Absence"

Those razor-sharp moments you catch - Lore Graham "Absence"

Glowing now under real sunlight - Lore Graham "Absence"

Dandelion seeds plucked from the breeze - Lore Graham "Absence"

When we shared our dreams of ghosts - Lore Graham "Absence"

Though your small mind designed me - Lore Graham "To My Creators"

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Rise clear above the traffic's hum - Harry Graham "The Cries of London"

Final, ultimate survivor of an order obsolete - Harry Graham "The Last Horsed 'Bus"

Roused to indignation by a rival's reprobation - Harry Graham "The Last Horsed 'Bus"

Swift with satire as with sally - Harry Graham "The Last Horsed 'Bus"

Crouches and cowers from mortal view - Harry Graham "The Triumph of Jam"

Which neither mocks nor mimics - Harry Graham "What's in a Name?"

Who must style himself Nobody's Darling - Harry Graham "What's in a Name?"

To tax the poor plutocrat out of existence - Harry Graham "What's in a Name?"

Considered so unworthy of his wages - Harry Graham "The World We Laugh In!"

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From age to age in silent witness stand - Herbert H. Gowen "Jerusalem 1917"

When all the sky flamed with good news - Herbert H. Gowen "Jerusalem 1917"

Music rained down ineffably sweet - Herbert H. Gowen "The Little Grey Lamb"

My questing thoughts go backward - Herbert H. Gowen "The Quest for the Christ"

Lowering clouds of doubts and fears - Herbert H. Gowen "The Quest for the Christ"

Piloted by tinkling bells of hope - Herbert H. Gowen "The Quest for the Christ"

Golden sunshine driving back the night - Herbert H. Gowen "What the Wise Men Saw"

All the gifts that spring from ripest age - Herbert H. Gowen "What the Wise Men Saw"

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If hills could learn to weep - Oliver Goldsmith "A Great Man"

All my wanderings round this world of care - Oliver Goldsmith "Old Age"

Still had hopes my later hours to crown - Oliver Goldsmith "Old Age"

The bread of life dispense - Oliver Goldsmith "Parson Gray"

All the vices of the age - Oliver Goldsmith "Parson Gray"

Where many a garden flower grows wild - Oliver Goldsmith "The Village Preacher"

By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour - Oliver Goldsmith "The Village Preacher"

Known to all the vagrant train - Oliver Goldsmith "The Village Preacher"

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Long-forgotten fingerprints on the inside of my eyelids - Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake "Someday I'll Love--"

As I close my eyes for silence on a Wednesday - Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake "Someday I'll Love--"

Summer nights of lightning bugs and Johnny Cash - Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake "Someday I'll Love--"

When I forget what I'm supposed to be remembering - Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake "Someday I'll Love--"

Tell my bones that they are each a lamb remembered - Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake "Someday I'll Love--"

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Singing lullabies of thunder and ash - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Stirring beneath the dust and embers - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Fevered blaze of backyard brush fires - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Threads of doubt, unwinding spools - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Spider webs across the scalded earth - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Reaping the harvest of animal bones - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Fields of corn and dandelion dust - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Lost in the liminal void of lamentation - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

Sweetly drifting on thick tides of oil and pennies - Camille Louise Goering "Under and Down"

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Hiding treasures from the world - Sarah Gittens "Pineapple Bedposts"

Until time passes them on to his kin - Sarah Gittens "Pineapple Bedposts"

In vast echoing rooms behind glass cases - Sarah Gittens "Pineapple Bedposts"

Whether by rust or decayed memory - Sarah Gittens "Pineapple Bedposts"

He remembers the name of every ghost - Sarah Gittens "Pineapple Bedposts"

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Abide the brunt with valiant hearts - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

That we must forth to warfare go - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

Will make men cast all care away - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

Prepare your corslet, spear and shield - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

Strike doleful marches to the field - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

Bring blemish to your worthy name - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

With courage beat your enemies down - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

In sign of coming give a shout - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

Always do seek our soul's decay - Humphrey Gifford "For Soldiers"

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Caged as a prisoner, kissed as a pet - William Gibson "To a Canary Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Hushes the heaving wave all the year - William Gibson "To a Canary Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

In the green groves of the orange and lime - William Gibson "To a Canary Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Which dwells not in fruit or in flower - William Gibson "To a Canary Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Our hearts happy with love unexpressed - William Gibson "To a Canary Bird" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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Unto the banquet of the heart are brought - Charles Gibson "Sonnets I"

The truth of life before him laid - Charles Gibson "Sonnets III"

And serve Minerva's colder law - Charles Gibson "Sonnets IV"

Fleeing in fear from their own shadows - Charles Gibson "Sonnets IX"

Above the firmament of man's uncertain strife - Charles Gibson "Sonnets X"

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Murmuring laughter and heart-easing tears - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Bunkim Chandra Chatterji"

Soft flowers wreathing a hero's sword - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Bunkim Chandra Chatterji"

Barren of bliss and robbed of golden cheer - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Bunkim Chandra Chatterji"

Rejects its usual pomp in going - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Evening"

When the long ways have all been trod - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Evening"

Against me the wind and the storm rebel - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Invitation"

Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "Invitation"

Keen January with cold eyes and clear - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "The Island Grave"

Ushers the firstborn of the radiant year - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "The Island Grave"

Then the grey dawn shall end my hateful days - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "The Island Grave"

And death admit me to the silent ways - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "The Island Grave"

Beyond a rough glimmering infinity - Sri Aurobindo Ghose "The Sea at Night"

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And a star-tipped wand for light - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"

Skip along down the moonbeams - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"

Orange, and red, all fringed with golden light - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"

Must always come around by Dreamland way - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"

And the little stars are listening, too - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "Flower Babies"

Sails out to sea at sunset-time - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "Little Sunset Ship of Dreams"

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this world is not kind to anybody - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

mouths like hard candy spitting - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

a scrawl of hands weaving witchtricks - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

leaving sigils in lipstick on the bathroom mirrors - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

you'd speak only truths for six hours afterwards - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

a cast net blessed by saint benedict - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

hunted her with baying brindled hounds - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

hard white bones shot with pitchblende - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

strung their frosted hex-cells starwise - Amanda Gafford "Tigerlily"

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Got no parents snapped to life - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

And flooded backwards over the border - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

No appetite, health or grudges - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

No autobiography left to compose of glance - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

Water slouching through a bathroom ceiling - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

A landscape painter at pop punk court - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

Discover melodrama in the windows - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

In the windows of the technically not that rich - Kay Gabriel "Like, Comma, Like"

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Steals its kisses with delight - Alfred C. Gellis "An Indian Cradle Song"

Brighter days and joys to see - Alfred C. Gellis "An Indian Cradle Song"

Cast their shadows on the stream - Alfred C. Gellis "The Sacremento River"

Where the mountain waters play - Alfred C. Gellis "To the Wenem Mame River"

Breaks upon its rocky shore - Alfred C. Gellis "To the Wenem Mame River"

Green mosses in the melting snow - Alfred C. Gellis "To the Wenem Mame River"

To win their long sought prize - Alfred C. Gellis "To the Wenem Mame River"

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These bright guerdons of renown are won - Thomas Gent "The Grave of Dibdin"

One leaf from that immortal wreath - Thomas Gent "The Grave of Dibdin"

By means most palpable to sense and sight - Thomas Gent "The Grave of Dibdin"

By days of peril and by nights of toil - Thomas Gent "The Grave of Dibdin"

Let but an adverse cloud appear - Thomas Gent "The Heliotrope"

False flatterer of the prosperous hour - Thomas Gent "The Heliotrope"

Darkling roll in trials and tears - Thomas Gent "Poems"

And shape the thousand joys that never may exist - Thomas Gent "Poems"

Fool'd by those phantoms of the wizard brain - Thomas Gent "Poems"

To trust his weight upon poetic wings - Thomas Gent "Poems"

Unearthly bliss each thrilling nerve attunes - Thomas Gent "Poems"

Tragedy expires in peals of laughter - Thomas Gent "Poems"

To point out colours to the blind - Thomas Gent "Poems"

Each bright bauble by ambition prized - Thomas Gent "Prometheus"

All defect with virtue shines allied - Thomas Gent "Prometheus"

Art's forceful spells in adamant confined - Thomas Gent "Prometheus"

Nerves that vibrate in unfolding chains - Thomas Gent "Prometheus"

As each alternate empire proves - Thomas Gent "Prometheus"

That beauty's power which first destroy'd - Thomas Gent "Sonnet. On Seeing a Young Lady, I Had Previously Known, Confined in a Madhouse"

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The eager feet of the returning dreamers - Mona Gould "Answer Me!"

Bright and wicked was his glance - Mona Gould "Apple Orchard"

Or any single thing to break this tenuous leash - Mona Gould "Autumn Is Unfair"

To let the heart sleep lightly - Mona Gould "Autumn Is Unfair"

Pity sleep in the curve of her palms - Mona Gould "Ballet Moment"

Weave a web of lovely words - Mona Gould "Bend Your Head"

Drinking coffee from polished skulls - Mona Gould "Black Coffee"

Pigeons drifting from sky to earth - Mona Gould "Cathedral"

Little orange willow switches hardly bending - Mona Gould "Colour in the Willows"

Still fretted with clotted snow at the sand edge - Mona Gould "Colour in the Willows"

Putting away in the mind's pocket - Mona Gould "Communion"

Filigreed ivory and cornflower crystal - Mona Gould "Gift Shop Window"

Hands have a way of betraying things - Mona Gould "Hands"

The distant notes of the hunter's horn - Mona Gould "I Run With the Fox"

Will still endure on Time's wide stream - Mona Gould "If This Be Good..."

Quicken me to trembling silence - Mona Gould "Immortal"

A breath of shaken longing - Mona Gould "Immortal"

And joy, like a shining sword cutting the dark - Mona Gould "Immortality, 1943"

Pain drowned in joy, and laughter from the heart - Mona Gould "Litany for the Lonely"

This bewildering space untenanted - Mona Gould "Loud Silence"

Intend to seek the roadway's farthest end - Mona Gould "Lunch Hour"

Builds himself a shelter from the night - Mona Gould "Man is a Lonely One"

The pitiless scar of Time's sharp claw - Mona Gould "Mirror"

A silver star caught in the meshes of the moon - Mona Gould "Night Garden"

In the long night when the black wings beat - Mona Gould "Nightmare"

And watch the cloud ships as they pass - Mona Gould "Nocturne"

A few bits of bread for the pigeons to eat - Mona Gould "The Old Lady and the Cat!"

In her eyrie above the dark street - Mona Gould "The Old Lady and the Cat!"

I hunger up toward dreaming - Mona Gould "Out of Loneliness"

A loneliness more deep than quiet death - Mona Gould "Out of Loneliness"

Tread a measure against bright candles - Mona Gould "Out of Loneliness"

Bare my throat to Autumn moonlight - Mona Gould "Out of Loneliness"

Cry to the stars that love rides by - Mona Gould "Out of Loneliness"

Then infinite scansion in the light - Mona Gould "Powder Room"

I shall not weep when you go but don a scarlet dress - Mona Gould "Promise"

And make my heart forget you - Mona Gould "Promise"

False tears that tangle in your lashes - Mona Gould "Rain"

Lamps up through the larkspur evening - Mona Gould "Rain"

Warm as snared sunlight - Mona Gould "Sherry"

Golden light to make a flight of dreams - Mona Gould "Sherry"

Wear your tinsel bright and bravely - Mona Gould "Small Christmas Tree (For F.G.)"

Carry your candles like holy things - Mona Gould "Small Christmas Tree (For F.G.)"

Know for certain that angels sing - Mona Gould "Small Christmas Tree (For F.G.)"

Who held his heart in thrall - Mona Gould "So Fair a Season"

When that call came down the wind - Mona Gould "So Fair a Season"

But a whispered echo through the dark - Mona Gould "Some Quiet Day ... Perhaps"

Our moments shared shall crumble down to dust - Mona Gould "Some Quiet Day ... Perhaps"

That puts all sober thoughts to flight - Mona Gould "Sorcery"

The prophecy of spring will be fulfilled - Mona Gould "Spring Comes to a Small Town"

Stars and the dead are faithful - Mona Gould "Stars and the Dead"

To give that rapier lightning turn - Mona Gould "Sung in High Dudgeon!"

Weaving violet shadows on their shining surface - Mona Gould "Tasting the Earth"

The hungry horde is dining on her heart - Mona Gould "Tea-Party"

A bitter brew mixed with my own hand - Mona Gould "This Bitter Brew"

The herbs grew flowering over the land - Mona Gould "This Bitter Brew"

A cloud furled like midnight - Mona Gould "This Bitter Brew"

A book with half the pages still uncut - Mona Gould "This Was My Brother (For Lt.-Col. Howard McTavish, killed in action at Dieppe)"

Where no emotion came to dance - Mona Gould "Traitor"

That wore a mocking shy disguise - Mona Gould "Traitor"

And fill my eyes with looking - Mona Gould "Wise Child"

The curve of your throat is a troubling sound - Mona Gould "Women are Like That"

That brittle berries strew the ground - Mona Gould "You Being Dead (For J.R.T.)"

No horns of daybreak reach your rest - Mona Gould "You Being Dead (For J.R.T.)"

Fauns who pass in mocking masque among the trees - Mona Gould "You Being Dead (For J.R.T.)"

In the secret places under my heart - Mona Gould "You, the Sower of Seed"

Hundreds of shoulders leaned against their strength - Mona Gould "You Wrote"

Here stand the dreams of men articulate in stone - Mona Gould "You Wrote"

The shadow of the Grail falls like a silver whisper - Mona Gould "You Wrote"

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The children of the storms rejoice - James Roane Gregory "The Green Corn Dance"

Wars fought for paradise - James Roane Gregory "Nineteenth Century Finality"

Pierce our hearts with cold death frost - James Roane Gregory "Nineteenth Century Finality"

The seal of next September's thunder - James Roane Gregory "The Pomised Seal"

Tilling the earth from thorn to rose - James Roane Gregory "Rain"

From Oceans of mercy's zeal - James Roane Gregory "Rain"

Heaven's swift sparkling fire lash - James Roane Gregory "Storm Lights"

Then kneel to duty's hour - James Roane Gregory "Storm Lights"

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The pocketed dark behind fireplace brick - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

A hidden house of light - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

This house has nothing to hide - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

Its daughters' honeyed secrets - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

Each room's sealed confidence - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

Wild with asters' blue rays and white - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

Hauling remnants of light from these daystars - Pamela Gross "The Hive"

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To sing the song backwards - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

Counterclockwise wind in their mouths - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

Send your daughters to the sky for clay - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

The one they shape by hand and foot - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

The myth of solid ground - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

Evidence of body not of word - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

Evidence of soil and not of breath - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

Teach your daughters how to outrun death - Alexis Pauline Gumbs "oriño ka-n-an manbo emalé"

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The ghosts of songs heard long ago - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Over moorland waste and crag - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Floats from the crest of distant woods - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Often midst the rush of wheels - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

When half a headlong city reels triumphant - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Who lie apart as pole from pole - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

The secret issues of the soul - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Hold the keys of prisoned tender memories - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Turns in half-unconscious quest to those forgotten lullabies - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

The spirit loses helm and chart - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

Dead hours still haunt the living day - L.J.G. [Ludovic James Grant] "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]

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The work that the years have done - James Harris Guy "Fort Arbuckle"

The echoing rocks repeat - James Harris Guy "Fort Arbuckle"

Loom up like a gust in a gale - James Harris Guy "Old Boggy Bottom"

That gibbers and groans in the blast - James Harris Guy "Old Boggy Bottom"

Where the light-footed dancers whirled - James Harris Guy "Old Boggy Bottom"

And echo replies in the ground - James Harris Guy "Old Boggy Bottom"

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Parallel greys to oppress the glance - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

In the wake of a disintegrating season - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

The mercy of dust and chrysanthemums - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

Luminous with planets to light the rain - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

Inside mercy but outside glory - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

December with crystal skies - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

Then time's hinges will turn - Margherita Guidacci "All Saints' Day" transl. by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann

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Where even joy of sorrow speaks - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

For serpents lurk beneath its flowers - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

The eye of faith alone can see - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

Hear the music of its ceaseless song - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

Nearer with each passing year - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

Above the fadeless stars on high - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

Breaks the silver chain of harmony - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

Where light without a shadow lies - M.Y.G. "My Spirit's Home" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.462, 6 Nov. 1852]

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Once there was a bridge I couldn't cross - Elisa Gabbert "The Bridge"

Sound of insects carried with me - Elisa Gabbert "The Bridge"

A vow to complete certain tasks - Elisa Gabbert "The Bridge"

Thought keys would fly out of my pocket - Elisa Gabbert "The Bridge"

The terrifying room where things blow away to - Elisa Gabbert "The Bridge"

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I'm in a landscape full of mockingbirds - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

when I claim that vastness - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

I'll barely have the strength to wake - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

in the place where the colors open - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

the days are long and clench like migraines - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

nothing is true but the reflection of the dream - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

the dream I'm trying to shatter - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

and time is the only meeting place - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

just the awakening from this first dream of living - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

Dream that the dream of life is beautiful - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

the candles' glow grows rusty - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

I come to where everything starts - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

lengthens into never into after into before - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

endlessly rocks the dream that invents her - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

my grandmother who died of dreams - Gloria Gervitz "Migrations" [excerpt] transl. by Mark Schafer

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A tangled wilderness of fair growth - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Dosed into the dawning of a fairy day - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

From vivid crimson paled to fainter gloss - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

The golden wall-flower stood like seneschal - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Sang with the mourning wind a dirge - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Rotting pillars where the woodbines twine - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Epitaph above the grave of human hopes - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Whose wreck no hand was stretched to save - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

The bitter memory of a sweetness past - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Where water-flags upreared their banners light - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Blighted by that sorrowful farewell - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Shattered the rainbow in fresh gathered cloud - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Tended by Nature's pitying hand alone - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

For one by generations now forgot - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

Outside of which is but a land of dreams - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

And conjure up vague theories of the past - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

And still for idle loitering make excuse - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

And weave a tale of mystery to the last - Julia Goddard "The Deserted Garden" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.718, 29 Sept. 1877]

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Don't leave this dooming feeling - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Her name means Light To Me - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Here name means Unjump The Darkness - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Staying is a kind of writing - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Loving sticks a widget into the machinery of doubt - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Stay and say are two siblings walking home - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

I do wonder how to love without dissolving - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Had no expression for compassion, generosity - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Who's there, says the infinite beforeness - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Nobody's born unwedged between dirt and sky - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

I'm yelling at Isaac Luria's grave - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Blue as a thwack of sky on stolen land - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Staying drapes itself over everything you're scared of - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

A blanket full of button holes - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Her care pins me to a place called Here - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

To say Yes to the holes where buttons go - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Yes to the cupped hand before fruit - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Grow a garden in the storm drain - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Yelling just before the world begins - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

We've emptied all the garden's fields - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

The world gets made each morning - Mónica Gomery "The End Is the Beginning"

Sun was our planet - Mónica Gomery "Ghazal for a First Lover"

Splintered skin where now she buried salt - Mónica Gomery "Ghazal for a First Lover"

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Sees her ex-husband in my excuses - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

I tried to outrun my shadow when sun met twilight - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

Sacrificed his son for his life's work - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

Who father havoc through absence - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

Posture a myth for any gaze - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

What gravity gives birth to a father? - Carlos Andrés Gómez "Ghazal Circling Fatherhood"

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Heard like the cracking of suns - Louis Golding "The Advent of Mars"

From the ice-fanged polar jaws - Louis Golding "The Advent of Mars"

In the pitch of your scorn - Louis Golding "The Advent of Mars"

Caught in your treacherous veil - Louis Golding "The Advent of Mars"

A chorus of swung bells - Louis Golding "Bird, Bird, Bird"

A phalanx of swift song made - Louis Golding "Bird, Bird, Bird"

Rose stark in ecstasy of fire - Louis Golding "Bird, Bird, Bird"

You drank me like wine - Louis Golding "Cold Branch in the Black Air"

Reproach with acid fire - Louis Golding "Cold Stars"

The smoky lamps of our desire - Louis Golding "Cold Stars"

From Vision's dizziest roof - Louis Golding "Cold Stars"

Against the bare bleak brows of granite - Louis Golding "Courage the Dreamers"

The chaos-cleaving mind - Louis Golding "Creed"

The tidal journeyings of Eternity - Louis Golding "Creed"

Before the knees of time - Louis Golding "Derwentwater"

Fade in silence on a drowsy wing - Louis Golding "Derwentwater"

Walk the length of every sand - Louis Golding "Down Tottenham Court Road"

The droning choruses of Fate - Louis Golding "Down Tottenham Court Road"

With Orestes through the mart - Louis Golding "Down Tottenham Court Road"

Here broken Orpheus searches - Louis Golding "Down Tottenham Court Road"

The looms of Destinies spinning antique dooms - Louis Golding "Down Tottenham Court Road"

The stout granite of my soul - Louis Golding "Fires of Change"

Through cowering moons and stellar dins - Louis Golding "Fires of Change"

Across buried virtues and slain sins - Louis Golding "Fires of Change"

With the wind for a sword - Louis Golding "For My Friend"

Blaze through the jungles of night - Louis Golding "For My Friend"

Make moons thy pebbles - Louis Golding "For My Friend"

Summer with a thousand birds - Louis Golding "For Now Comes Summer"

Assembled in mad-moon crowd - Louis Golding "Gallop"

The road of the rebel stars - Louis Golding "Gallop"

In a country of seventeen moons - Louis Golding "Ghost and Body"

To freeze or shrivel with whitest fires - Louis Golding "Ghost and Body"

See no shaken shroud - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

Some chance on the midnight cities - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

Still knows their extinguished songs - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

Their fill of average joys and sorrows - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

Sick of his gaunt quest - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

The clock's tick troubles the silence - Louis Golding "Ghosts Gathering"

Such purposeless and iron wings - Louis Golding "Having Finished 'Jude the Obscure'"

The sharp stars of the winter night - Louis Golding "I Dream'd I Died"

Faded from the room of sighs - Louis Golding "I Dream'd I Died"

Closed the windows of my soul - Louis Golding "I Dream'd I Died"

Three times I knocked upon the door - Louis Golding "I Dream'd I Died"

In this hoarse hard sand - Louis Golding "I Seek a Wild Star"

Make a running road of noise - Louis Golding "Jack of April"

Waiting for the kiss of May - Louis Golding "Jack of April"

Never flush of copper stir - Louis Golding "Jack of April"

From the scars of toppling hills - Louis Golding "A Journey South"

Moons entangled in cosmic trees - Louis Golding "A Journey South"

Scheduled hours of bartered joy - Louis Golding "Lady of Babylon"

Ashes hide beyond your eye - Louis Golding "Lady of Babylon"

Fanged with thin disdain - Louis Golding "Lady of Babylon"

The summit of their pride - Louis Golding "Liza"

The sunset falls like lead - Louis Golding "Lyric in Gloom"

Sheep like ghosts and ghosts like sheep - Louis Golding "The Midmost Field in Kent"

Banners of white fire and rose - Louis Golding "The Midmost Field in Kent"

Metallic as a grasshopper - Louis Golding "The Moon-Clock"

The sheer steep falls of space - Louis Golding "The Moon-Clock"

Remote in voids star-purged - Louis Golding "The Moon-Clock"

As stars burn down like candle-wicks - Louis Golding "The Moon-Clock"

Like desolate seas unshipped - Louis Golding "My Lady of Peace"

Dances a forlorn tread - Louis Golding "My Lady of Peace"

Beneath the shadow of five trees - Louis Golding "Numbers"

Fifteen hundred ancient woes - Louis Golding "Numbers"

Six owls cloaked with age and dream - Louis Golding "Numbers"

To him are fierce stars clay - Louis Golding "Our Jack"

A grief enchained the herds - Louis Golding "Peace"

Which stares clean into God's face - Louis Golding "Ploughman at the Plough"

A swift mouth that sings - Louis Golding "Portrait of an Artist"

From twigs of visionary boughs - Louis Golding "Prophet and Fool"

As Jason heard in violet seas - Louis Golding "Prophet and Fool"

Tip my feet with points of fire - Louis Golding "Prophet and Fool"

There I hear the flutes of peace - Louis Golding "Prophet and Fool"

In my hand of passion and thought - Louis Golding "The Quest"

Intolerant mountains of iron and ice - Louis Golding "The Quest"

With the wrath of a wind from hell - Louis Golding "The Quest"

Never in crevice or cave or chasm - Louis Golding "The Quest"

Shattered the doors of my spirit - Louis Golding "Reactionary"

The stars have cruel hearts - Louis Golding "The Shepherd"

Where the clouds swoon - Louis Golding "Shepherd Singing Ragtime"

Like a slow tree moving - Louis Golding "Shepherd Singing Ragtime"

And grasshoppers make summer rhyme - Louis Golding "Shepherd Singing Ragtime"

In the wild thyme crash cymbals - Louis Golding "Shepherd Singing Ragtime"

Alone shall be his gods - Louis Golding "Shrift Among Hills"

Ere he taunt the sun - Louis Golding "Silver-Badged Waiter"

By the treason of the skies - Louis Golding "Silver-Badged Waiter"

With an April gesture chose - Louis Golding "Silver-Badged Waiter"

With anvils of black granite - Louis Golding "The Singer of High State"

Made grand odes of tempest - Louis Golding "The Singer of High State"

Down crags of song reverberate - Louis Golding "The Singer of High State"

Battalions of the midnight pause - Louis Golding "The Singer of High State"

Stars to give his furnace food - Louis Golding "The Singer of High State"

Pricked with stars of song - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

That soar from the plains of Time - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

The brown larks of the dwindling down - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

Such song as no birds achieve - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

Though the nightingale may grieve - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

My heart that rocks in silence - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

In worship before the poet kings - Louis Golding "Skylark Noon"

A honey on the wormwood world - Louis Golding "Slum Evening"

Throw ranks of music forward - Louis Golding "The Starry Lady"

Like a moon-enchanted boy - Louis Golding "Still Life in France"

With rich twilight of witchcraft - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Soundless tides of sunset - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Close tighter than midnight knows - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Disillusioned roofs with teeth of rust - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Mingle in whirlpools of untamed delight - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Strange spices from uncharted lands - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Leaping to the displaced skies - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Since the dawn came dancing - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

The harsh beard of winter seared - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Thrushes of a thousand moods - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Behind a guard of frowning fir - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Wild cherry tipped with dawn - Louis Golding "Sunset Over Suburb"

Burned longer than Mars - Louis Golding "To A.L.O."

Gentler than a snowdrop - Louis Golding "To A.L.O."

All the steel of its containing bars - Louis Golding "To A.L.O."

Boisterous intention and omnivorous wave - Louis Golding "To A.L.O."

Wind-free in meadows - Louis Golding "To A.L.O."

Winds are leashed around thy wings - Louis Golding "To the Swift"

Shall not stammer into stone - Louis Golding "Unnamed Fruit"

All the five seas wash my veins - Louis Golding "Who Knows Me?"

With stinging foam and swinging rains - Louis Golding "Who Knows Me?"

With the white stars I commune - Louis Golding "Who Knows Me?"

In a silent spheric tune - Louis Golding "Who Knows Me?"

Of your thunder-shattering steed - Louis Golding "Wind of Black Night"

Hell's depth and sky's height - Louis Golding "Wind of Black Night"

Clear darkness, sheer light - Louis Golding "Wind of Black Night"

What land where the winds meet - Louis Golding "The Wind, Whence Blowing"

Shattering thrust of untamed swords - Louis Golding "The Wind, Whence Blowing"

Flowers of flaming snow - Louis Golding "Wounded Soldiers"

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Which reads with swift, occult divining - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

Thoughts deep hidden in the inmost heart - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

Dark melting orbs of liquid light - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

Dreaming of far-off, unattainable delight - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

Lips whose lightest word is dear - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

Falling athwart the shadows of a sombre way - G.C.J. [Elizabeth Chetwynd Griffith-Jones (nee Brierly)] "En Passant" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.35-v.I, 30 Aug. 1884]

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Wash the dim shores of old Eternity - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

In his pride smiled a defiance - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

The rock that bides the raging flood - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

The dark and bitter flow of grief - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

The burning tears of wild despair - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

The broken heart's strong prayer - M.G. "Apostrophe to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:4, April 1844)

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driving towards her black and white demise - Gwynne Garfinkle "Dear Tom Cassidy's Daughter"

By an infusion of assorted monsters - Gwynne Garfinkle "Ralph Touchett Awaits Revision"

I am tired of being selfless - Gwynne Garfinkle "Ralph Touchett Awaits Revision"

Heedless of the querulous dead - Gwynne Garfinkle "Scenes from a Marriage"

Bear them inch by inch toward death - Gwynne Garfinkle "Scenes from a Marriage"

The monoliths tell me everything - Gwynne Garfinkle "Scenes from a Marriage"

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Where the grasses bow down obedient to the blast - Deborah Garrison "Atlantic Wind"

Cutting me with its million rays - Deborah Garrison "Birth Day Pun"

Hold a magnifying glass to time - Deborah Garrison "Both Square and Round"

Mad to shake the kaleidoscope again - Deborah Garrison "A Friendship Enters Phase II"

Conducting the ragtag band of losses - Deborah Garrison "A Friendship Enters Phase II"

Proceeded backward into the light - Deborah Garrison "A Friendship Enters Phase II"

Through my private orchard of no regrets - Deborah Garrison "Her Majesty Loses Her Touch"

Once reigned supreme among bushels and pits - Deborah Garrison "Her Majesty Loses Her Touch"

At the corner of my nervous glance - Deborah Garrison "I Saw You Walking"

Pilfer the last tomatoes of August - Deborah Garrison "Long Weekend at Your House"

All this you are heir to - Deborah Garrison "Long Weekend at Your House"

Up the narrow stair of fall - Deborah Garrison "November on Her Way"

Nothing left of me but smoke - Deborah Garrison "On New Terms"

Her children bright in the slipstream - Deborah Garrison "Sestina for the Working Mother"

Dismayed by the grubby February sun - Deborah Garrison "She Thinks of Him on Her Birthday"

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Who had clothed you in my longing - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Read the living text of skin - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Awakened into knowledge beyond naming - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

When a new sun clothes us in light - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Whispering their fables by the fire - Dana Gioia "The Ancient Ones"

The perfect emblem of futility - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Forgotten now except by me - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Became the hunger that they fed - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Alone in spring's ephemeral cathedrals - Dana Gioia "The Apple Orchard"

Through the noisy crowds of other conversations - Dana Gioia "The Argument"

Along the miles of tight-strung wire - Dana Gioia "The Argument"

The secret terms of their surrender - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

While someone else's fortune drifts downstream - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

If you stand at the crossroads long enough - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

Even the Devil striking up a deal - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

Worship in no temple but the weather - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Who mount denial's shaky ladder - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Old robes worn for new beginnings - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Touched by youth's wayward astonishment - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Three thousand phantoms bellowing in your dreams - Dana Gioia "The Ballad of Jesus Ortiz"

The house where we buried the years - Dana Gioia "Cold San Francisco"

Where the gulls shout out their hymns - Dana Gioia "Cold San Francisco"

What does it cost to send a postcard to the underworld? - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"

Carrying our dead letters to their lost addresses - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"

The pathways of the gods are empty, flat, and hard - Dana Gioia "The Freeways Considered as Earth Gods"

A maze of mildewed storage rooms - Dana Gioia "Haunted"

Where fleeting shadows twisted in the depths - Dana Gioia "Haunted"

Last summer's garden buried in snow - Dana Gioia "The Heart of the Matter"

Carefully engraved borders of vanished nations - Dana Gioia "Map of the Lost Empire"

The sun never sets on your nostalgia - Dana Gioia "Map of the Lost Empire"

Savor the smoke of that sinister century - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Only ghosts at the bar - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Booked the best talent in Tartarus - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Death the collector is keeping the tab - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

A baneful vagrant from the stormy skies - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

A dusty sweetness under fictive eyes - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

The secrets of your lunar embassy - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

Loneliness and all forms of desire - Dana Gioia "Prayer at Winter Solstice"

Deciphering the future from a dusky summer sky - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The world's a book we learn to translate - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Imagining beauty in a stranger's eyes - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Finding a place where fear leads to desire - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

What destiny requires us to renounce - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Slow our heartbeat to a cricket's call - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Underneath the murmur of the wasp - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The spider's silken whisper from its web - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The asphalt country of my childhood - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

To revisit the precincts of memory - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Wandered the silent ruins of my city - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Close my ears to the beat of your tides - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Sprawl in the carnage and count the spoils - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Her crown is jeweled with seven sorrows - Dana Gioia "Psalm for Our Lady Queen of the Angels"

Dry river and tents of the outcast poor - Dana Gioia "Psalm for Our Lady Queen of the Angels"

Our demi-galaxy brighter than the zodiac - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Whose courses and conjunctions govern us - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Traveled the twelve Houses of the Heavens - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Cast the charts of our radiant sorrow - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Trace the secret transits of our joy - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

The traffic shimmers in its fixed trajectories - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

In the smoky canyons of Manhattan - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Where ecstasy cohabits with despair - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Inhale the spices of the midnight air - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

My past where no one knows me - Dana Gioia "Reunion"

Had passed some milestone unaware - Dana Gioia "The Road"

Quench your thirst with stinging brine - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

No taste more bitter nor truer - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Savor the blessings of my refusal - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Satiate the hungers of your restlessness - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Mute memorial to the drowned - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Offer sacrifices proper to the season - Dana Gioia "Shopping"

The lovers, the loners, and the lost - Dana Gioia "Starting Over"

Night will always bring the old hungers - Dana Gioia "Starting Over"

Who slowed the jagged hours with absinthe - Dana Gioia "Tedium"

Will not rouse itself to feed - Dana Gioia "Tedium"

Ambassadors exchanging costly gifts - Dana Gioia "Three Drunk Poets"

Outwalked the furthest city light - Dana Gioia "Three Drunk Poets"

Blessed by the frankincense of fragrant fir - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

Bringing gifts we can't reciprocate - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

No holiday is holy without ghosts - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

Enticing maps and menus of easily affordable adventures - Dana Gioia "Travel"

Let someone else ascend the heights of Machu Picchu - Dana Gioia "Travel"

A postcard with a foreign stamp - Dana Gioia "Travel"

The secrets Hell exists to hide - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: V. Their Secrets"

Their heaviest burdens are invisible - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: VI. Baggage"

Some truths that only darkness knows - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: IX. Questions"

Swept on a course we never could have charted - Dana Gioia "Words, Words, Words"

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Burnishes her prized vocations - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Fashions the ice crystals into semblances - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Amidst the idols of speaking tides - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Pearls command the sky in hushes - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Glints and drizzles like liquid amber - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

A deliverance that bequeaths - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Prophetic sandals and ambrosial lotion - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

The vacillating spirit of that flaring omnipotent star - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

The intrepid pith of the magnanimous cosmos - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

The endless negotiation of the circling itinerary - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Pardoning hapless prospects to nirvana - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Losing sight of barren rewards - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Through the cloudless salt-seeped heavens - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

Skating upon plunging rivers - Leyla Guirand "The Abstract Maker"

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Glistens with the dew of money - Carmen Gimenez "All Money Is a Matter of Belief"

Wanting to know what enough felt like - Carmen Gimenez "All Money Is a Matter of Belief"

To the soul of their bones - Carmen Gimenez "Be Recorder"

Their fingers to the soul - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

Toil in blankness - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

Every splinter spoken for - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

To the centrifuge of time - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

The calendar a thorn into the sole - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

On the thirteenth of never - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

Into the canyon of perpetual time - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

Into dream-emptied pockets - Carmen Gimenez Smith "from Be Recorder"

Because darker dwindling awaits us - Carmen Gimenez "Beasts"

A bitter fruit for us to share - Carmen Gimenez "Beasts"

Making an inventory of her failing - Carmen Gimenez "Beasts"

Each age needs its revisions - Carmen Gimenez Smith "Flat Earth Dream Soliloquy"

Because the edge is an infinite pool - Carmen Gimenez Smith "Flat Earth Dream Soliloquy"

The shadows nesting in your neck - Carmen Gimenez "Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love"

The flickering frequencies of your sweater - Carmen Gimenez "Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love"

That movie we almost watched - Carmen Gimenez "Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love"

The pixels deciding when to flicker - Carmen Gimenez "Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love"

A regular pattern of being selfish - Carmen Gimenez "Ode to People Who Hate Me"

Contradiction of hate's dark thrall - Carmen Gimenez "Ode to People Who Hate Me"

Became a saint's reptilian spirit - Carmen Gimenez "Post-Identity"

A smog that becomes a wraith - Carmen Gimenez "Post-Identity"

To reset the orb of gravity - Carmen Gimenez "Post-Identity"

Violence exported as luxury - Carmen Gimenez "Post-Identity"

Like the inside of a secret - Carmen Gimenez "Redaction"

Acid imbalances that detonate - Carmen Gimenez "Redaction"

A ghost desperate for absolution - Carmen Gimenez Smith "Self as Deep as Coma"

We are storms and bargains - Carmen Gimenez Smith "Self as Deep as Coma"

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A hilltop made of papier mache - Neil Gaiman "House"

Robbers counting chains and rings - R.L. Gales "A Childermas Rhyme"
In the wood play hide-and-seek

We shall know by the kettle-drums - R.L. Gales "Waiting for the Kings"

And the octaves of blue above us - Sarah Gambito "Grace"

And played hide-and-seek till the clock struck one - Nellie M. Garabrant "Grandmother's Clock" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Astounding hunger for edges - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Never overfilling from this banquet - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Forests of pressures and spaces - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Outside my door under the ancient oak - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Burdened by the footprints I follow - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

With no good sense of discretion - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

Pickled in a jar of ink - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

The final season with you - Benjamin Garcia "Bliss Point or What Can Best Be Achieved by Cheese"

A whispered pray blowing the crumbs - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

Blowing the crumbs of a season's harvest - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

Wind spins across the landscape - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

My feet mashing grapes for wine - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

So dust collects on the magical - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Isolation is a learned defense - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

My genes in the sharp light of the celestial - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Writes itself in sheets across my veins - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Leaping light by cliff and cairn - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]

Dreaming not of Old World story - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]

Huge with a cold load of growls - George Garrett "Or Death and December"

One leaf left to bear witness - George Garrett "Or Death and December"

Here in the blue and silver night - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

The ghost moon lifts above the bush - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

Sleep comes dreamless, undefiled - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

With treasures of silver, and treasures of gold - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Famine and fever crept in at the door - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Down on us all drops the sorrowful rain - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Close by the spreading beech - A.J. Gault "Twenty Years Ago"

Two million naturally occurring sweet things - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"

So generous as to kick the steel from my knees - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"

With fancy wild and vagrant - William Gay "A Sick-Room Idyll"

A bridge of lava - Melody S. Gee "The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars"

Doing the rounds in a cement courtyard - Barbara Genova "One Year Before the Time Jump"

In wind that is reborn - Danielle Legros Georges "What Is Water?"

With weary burden fall - Philip Gerry "Monotony"

Not all the homage of the bees - Philip Gerry "Monotony"

Fear of waking up as Gregor Samsa - Xander Gershberg "Codename Beast: A Sestina"

As your life ignites - Amy Gerstler "Poof"

In ultraviolet ultimatums - Angelo Geter "Praise"

The gift that is my name - Angelo Geter "Praise"

The smells a ghost leaves behind - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

Her mind so tight against the stitching - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

The tailor of histories - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

While searching for light - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Mourners from the spirit of hope - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A small, stretched canvas of time - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

Into the shadows of a water colored world - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

The final stroke of everlasting light - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

Hammered thinner than memory - Dobby Gibson "After Reading Kobayashi Issa's The Spring of My Life On My 49th Birthday"

Dusty wings that crumble as they pass - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"

And unsuspected moth and rust ate deep - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"

Shall never have any fear of love - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

Into the fastness of its abyss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

The cruelty of its awful kiss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

As from a throat of molten lead - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

Break on my distorted sight - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

In rifts of voiceless lightning - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

Like a parched heart - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

No dark to cradle - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

Where the edges belong - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

Feathered from its own wing - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

With no right name - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"

And burning on both of us - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"

The scythe is hid in the corn - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

When birds are silent and oxen drowse - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

The story of a thousand disappearing tenants - Sandra M. Gilbert "October Cobwebs"

Content with a vegetable love - W.S. Gilbert "Bunthorne's Song"

A joke of doubtful taste - W.S. Gilbert "General John"

Five crimes at half-a-crown - W.S. Gilbert "Gentle Alice Brown"

His shield a tear of sadness - W.S. Gilbert "The Rival Curates"

Take praise in solemn mood - Richard Watson Gilder "Ah, Be Not False"

Nor the noonday's golden grace - Alice E. Gillington "The Seven Whistlers"

The only parachutes we need - Jenn Givhan "Of Color of Landscape of Tenuous Rope"

When earth lay robed in resurrection bloom - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

When asking curses with my lips - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Till echo rang a mile - Jean Glover "O'er the Muir amang the Heather"

All kindred gods have crumbled - Philip Becker Goetz "Eumenides" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

When you come to the listening bridge - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

For the birds to break their silence - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

Trade the weight of all your seriousness - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

What the voice born of stillness might say - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

That may or may not be hollow - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

Ceramic tributes to the moon - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

Road salt in an open dish - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

To never look away - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

The wailings of the world's sad heart - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

In mournful monotones were mixed - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

The voices of Time's children three - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

All those plighted vows forgot - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

Will sharper be than mine - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

Broken vows will vex and grieve - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"

Your absence is a bisected city - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

To reassemble ourselves from rubble - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

A circle of queens chattering - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

Furnishing the air like ghosts - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

Wormseed oil and nightshade flower-shine - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"

Where one can view new stars - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"

Moths that round the taper wheel - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"

Cash is the measure of the heart - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"

Deep solitude converts to gloom - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

Within compassion's genial realm - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

The thoughts which spurn control - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

There came no tidings of the lost - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

With free rejoicing heart - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

And therefore void of woe - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

That makes my grief her gain - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

Now the latest fear - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

The authority of the voiceover - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

An answer that would eclipse this - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

A tune of quiet rapture - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

Can teach the hour to speak - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

What every hour is free to learn - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

Home to a house of glass - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Boy and the Cricket"

The tempest's artillery rolled - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Butterfly's Dream"

A bright vial of wrath - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Humming-Bird's Anger"

Finding he'd but shot the wind - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Young Sportsman"

secret imaginings of romance and jasmine - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

the fireworks' ashes rain down - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

we consume the bitter dream particles - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

Nectars of the night - Joan Bransfield Graham "Great Indian Fruit Bat"

To venture out to the fringes of the universe - Aber O. Grand "Marbles"

To leave this widening night - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

The doctrine of our own breath - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

To crawl deep inside the silence - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

The blackbird's hymn is sweet - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

Night's shades are coming - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

The evening star rising in glory - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

Through life's misty sojourn - Joseph Grant "Love's Adieu"

With his hounds and his horn in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

A fox from his lair in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

With his last breath cursed them all - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

From a view to the death in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

Colour in which to drown - Rosaleen Graves "Colour"

Blind with wood smoke - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Like oak twigs twisted - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Rabbits in leather shoes - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Hickory ashes in my hair - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Presses his cup to lips of human wo [sic] - Edmund Brewster Green "The Season of Death" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Come down from the light that blinds - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"

The killers of the terrible heat above - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"

The round red sun is the door - Kate Greenaway "Which Is the Way to Somewhere Town?"

Buried light in laughter and hay forever - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

For they come no more together - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

A fish of my own spirit - Linda Gregg "Whole and Without Blessing"

Looming on the horizon's verge - Th. Gregg "Life's Voyage"

Only hedge the cuckoo in - Fulke Greville "Love for Love"

Let not a false fate bind - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"

Some word of earnest meaning - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"

I see her pale face looking down - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

And she mocks the thing you ask - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

She hides with a vagrant will - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

Twisted stones of shaken street - Bartholomew F. Griffin "The Other Army"

Of tourney won in Arthur's lists at Camelot - Martin I. Griffin "The Ride of Prince Geraint" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XII, no.30, Sept. 1873]

Felled to build my crumbling towers - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Austria-Hungary"

Stabbing the skies for stars - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Balkan States"

The seas where war and tempest brew - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Great Britain"

The sweet tranquility of marching silences - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Greece"

In the genesis of a struck flame - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

Holding my own absence in faith - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

The loud, wet rim of the universe - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

Loved to the end - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"

A world that never explains why - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"

Consuming me with ecstasy - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The wound inside me - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

I enter by another door - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Break from gravity's cold grip - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Tombs of rocky teeth and salt waters - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Laden with borrowed lives - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Heard her bee-hummed lullabies - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Of the rich and wondrous foreign things - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Which each new tide to her in tribute brings - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Before I knew these treasures of the Earth - Charles A. Gunnison "Sapphire Ring"

Speaking this, their heart language - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Language is a political act - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Waiting without knowing they are - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Before the wick rejects the flame - Jessica Guzman "Predictions of the Material"

If loneliness can be broken - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"

My fist speaks in four languages - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"

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Sing all the songs of war - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Crazed gnats in the fallow - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Deer flies followed us back - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Needled into dreams - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Until the beast outweighed my fear - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

To make a girl a castaway bird - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Grieving from the boughs - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

Orphan gentling toward a dying time - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

A twist of nerves and brittle gears - Frank Gallimore "Parasitoid"

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Lonely as a withered leaf - David Gray "Despondency"

Dress with glory and clear jewels - David Gray "Despondency"

When ignorance was patron to my need - David Gray "Despondency"

While all the earth is wanton - David Gray "Ezekiel"

Tribulation shall curse thy blessings - David Gray "Ezekiel"

Fair Italy with atmosphere of fire - David Gray "The Luggie I [sonnet]"

Where Time has dallied with the Parthenon - David Gray "The Luggie I [sonnet]"

Lucid in the light of ancient song - David Gray "The Luggie III [sonnet]"

With a pensive quietness hushes - David Gray "The Mavis"

Power of impulse unsubdued - David Gray "The Mavis"

As manna on the meadow falls - David Gray "The Mavis"

Silence poured like starlight - David Gray "The Mavis"

Lucid persecution of delight - David Gray "The Moon I"

Cloudless jasper sown with stars - David Gray "The Moon II"

When the lordly lion fell in fight - David Gray "The Moon II"

October's gold is dim - David Gray "Sonnet"

Among her drooping marigolds - David Gray "Sonnet"

Till I breathe corruption - David Gray "Sonnet"

Through pompous motions blown - David Gray "Sonnet"

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Two people to bring the world to ruin - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Tally the casualties of war - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

The end was always just around the bend - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Unconditional surrender to the future - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Look back or lose your way - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Be as nebulous as Nebuchadnezzar - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Memory shifting like the continental plates - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

And hope can be purchased by the pound - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Some cruel word uttered carelessly - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Regret is the final emotion - Eric Gamalinda "Factory of Souls"

Banners of many lost revolutions - Eric Gamalinda "The Opposite of Nostalgia"

Between you and memory everything is water - Eric Gamalinda "The Opposite of Nostalgia"

The dry basin of the moon - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

Something devoid of genesis - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

A prayer electronically conveyed - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

The dunes were lit like ancient silk - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

A gradual flood of lightning - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

The cool burn of something not quite on fire - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

We were ready to walk on the moon - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

Reckless in our need for the possible - Eric Gamalinda "Zero Gravity"

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A memorial to distant waters - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Every Human Is a Black Box"

The internal pressure of a hot day - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Algebra"

But the alphabet has abandoned you - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Algebra"

Knelt during earthquakes - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Disaster Preparedness"

The rough end of a dark age - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Ecotoxicology, or, a Short History of the Chemical Age"

Constant in his menace - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Engineering by Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius"

Hold the moon in his teeth - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Engineering by Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius"

Empty as his own expectations - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Engineering by Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius"

One more silhouette forgotten - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Spy Narrative as Love Story"

Waiting to disintegrate - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Time Travel Theory"

Beneath your inadvertent foot - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Introduction to Time Travel Theory"

Every stone becomes a church - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Post-Apocalypse Postcard with Love Note"

Eating nothing but radishes and lime leaf tea - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Rapunzel: I Like the Quiet"

Who says I need a partner to dance? - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Rapunzel: I Like the Quiet"

What tether of care and nurture - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Rapunzel: I Like the Quiet"

Through a bridge of tree limbs - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Remnant"

Knocking on hollow branches - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Remnant"

Erasing impulse or momentum - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Shorting Out"

Betrayals in the distant backstory - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Supervillain Studies: For the Love of Ivy"

Despite drought and denial - Jeannine Hall Gailey ""Supervillain Studies: For the Love of Ivy"

All delicate leaf and toxic petal - Jeannine Hall Gailey ""Supervillain Studies: For the Love of Ivy"

My memories retreating - Jeannine Hall Gailey "To the Ends of the Earth"

Your beauty a vault - Jeannine Hall Gailey "Women in the Sciences: Hedy Lamarr Told to "Stop Silly Inventing""

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The first breath of dusk - Zona Gale "Alias"

On that day of wild joyous wind - Zona Gale "At Least..."

The pouring sun was in my heart - Zona Gale "At Least..."

In my heart like water in a well - Zona Gale "At Least..."

When there blow no winds - Zona Gale "Ballade of Eyes that See"

To see with eyes serene - Zona Gale "Ballade of Eyes that See"

With old desire of day - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

Prepares for gold array - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

The sun-drugged stars - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

The winds take fright and question - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

Invite echo of earth chantings - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

On quiet wing away - Zona Gale "Ballade of Listening"

With many red and golden fluttering things - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"

With faint rememberings of hours - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"

Rose-rumours steal and stir - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old
Perfumes"

Some buried witch-bell rings - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"

Where the wild season sings - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"

Dark glimmers and goes out - Zona Gale "Beloved, It Is Daybreak on the Hills"

Like a lily from a quiet water - Zona Gale "Beloved, It Is Daybreak on the Hills"

That are no voice but breath - Zona Gale "Beloved, It Is Daybreak on the Hills"

Something fine weaving us round - Zona Gale "The Bureau"

To borrow from the still grasses - Zona Gale "By My Side All Day Another Went"

Unveiled before the light was spent - Zona Gale "By My Side All Day Another Went"

Prodigal of sweetness - Zona Gale "By My Side All Day Another Went"

The straight lines of the rain - Zona Gale "Contours"

The free blowing curves of the grain - Zona Gale "Contours"

Upon a blue and yellow day - Zona Gale "Credo"

No farther than my window permits - Zona Gale "Enchantment"

Open to them all with a sober face - Zona Gale "Enchantment"

The ultimate star was my neighbour - Zona Gale "Enchantment"

The air is purged of gold - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The moon new-risen from the dead - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Had rushed in argent riot - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

To spill themselves like flowers - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Printless on the idle dial - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

A garden lamped with lily bells - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

And wakes its rainbow ribbons - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Woven by the troubled loom of night - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The molten golden javelins of the sun - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Wine and fruit in fragrant dress - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Strange mad old cities brooding - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Some unclaimed and starry hour - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The moon took silvery aim - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Upon a dreaming lily - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Covert in creeping green - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

That taught the sun to share - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

From the moon's high loom - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Gaudy bubbles from the blue - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The foam-born breaths of salt - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Dim grey with shade - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Praising the violet and vermilion - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Faced with joy the lottery of light - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

With the ancient urge of night - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The lotus of the dawn is white - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

In the ripples' purple play - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

White reefs of clouds on airy shores - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Upon a rainbow drift of weeds - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

The siren cities chant of home - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Into the silver dark - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"

Day of wind and laughter - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

In the morning blue - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Fair Yellow in the west - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Fair Yellow in the air - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Fair Yellow had come there - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Believe not Sorrow - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

May be breath to you - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

The leaves of Spring turn gold - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

And the wind has no song - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Find some faint loveliness unseen - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

Speaks a word like burning light - Zona Gale "Half Thought"

The steady glory of noon - Zona Gale "Here a Still Field"

Yellow I see is my close friend - Zona Gale "Hokku"

Colour and fancy and lilt - Zona Gale "Hokku"

No hard straight place to be - Zona Gale "Hokku"

For one sweet flash of time - Zona Gale "I Wandered Where the Wonder of the Sky--"

Look in the deep of me - Zona Gale "In Arvia's Room"

Winnow the world of its angles - Zona Gale "In Arvia's Room"

The causeway to the upper places - Zona Gale "In Arvia's Room"

That the fire understands - Zona Gale "In Arvia's Room"

The seed, the soil, the sun and I - Zona Gale "In Arvia's Room"

Line and green and melody - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

Liveried in a kind of white - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

The covenant of a clearer sight - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

Born burning in the dew - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

The faint flowing speech of the friendly blue - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

There a cloud is carved - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

All the blood is musical - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

Opened my heart to the sun - Zona Gale "Inmost One"

Breathed her breath for mine - Zona Gale "Inmost One"

A corridor of leafage pillared white - Zona Gale "The Kilbourn Road"

To be in some eternity - Zona Gale "The Kilbourn Road"

Tried to spell his dream - Zona Gale "The Kilbourn Road"

The flats fields of dying afternoon - Zona Gale "The Kilbourn Road"

Never knew her till her hair was grey - Zona Gale "Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young"

Old hope in her young eyes - Zona Gale "Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young"

Came in some laughing tongue - Zona Gale "Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young"

Touch the texture of the light - Zona Gale "Light"

A residue of other suns - Zona Gale "Light"

Spoke some unremembered word - Zona Gale "Light"

In sleep and in the solitary dusk - Zona Gale "Light"

Seen the whiteness smitten through - Zona Gale "Light"

Rays of glory, vague with veils - Zona Gale "Light"

Of some beloved hue that pales - Zona Gale "Light"

To earthly rose and violet and blue - Zona Gale "Light"

Breathe for our breath his light - Zona Gale "Light"

In silken talk with wind - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

Quiet in the blue of dawn - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

When the last star flowers - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

Of moons forgotten with their tides - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

All the red of east and west - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

The secret stir of nameless dead - Zona Gale "A Meeting"

Find me little doors of air - Zona Gale "Non Nobis"

To enter and find quiet - Zona Gale "Non Nobis"

Had forgot the stars are new - Zona Gale "Non Nobis"

Lay faint on the Summer fields - Zona Gale "One Dawn She Woke Me--"

Green was grey with dew - Zona Gale "One Dawn She Woke Me--"

New bequest of sun - Zona Gale "One Dawn She Woke Me--"

Lie upon her grave like flowers - Zona Gale "One Dawn She Woke Me--"

The great work of those patient things - Zona Gale "Paradise and Purgatory"

Who loved the garden of the sea - Zona Gale "Return"

The rhythmic fall of speeding feet - Zona Gale "Return"

Let your eyes flower from the dusk and flame - Zona Gale "Return"

As hushed notes in harmonies - Zona Gale "Return"

Sure that a rose answered me - Zona Gale "Roses"

Always the reticence of roses - Zona Gale "Roses"

A rose would never admit me - Zona Gale "Roses"

Shall be true of every flower - Zona Gale "Roses"

Lit deep within the dark - Zona Gale "The Secret Way"

Night and day in some wild wine - Zona Gale "The Secret Way"

Believing ecstasy to be prayer - Zona Gale "Stone Cell"

With wild black flame at full of moon - Zona Gale "Terza Rima"

One born for two worlds - Zona Gale "Terza Rima"

The fragile fabric of dissolved night - Zona Gale "Terza Rima"

Lead unconscious lives, old, deep - Zona Gale "There Are Within Us Lives We Never Live"

The far slope of an unknown hill - Zona Gale "There Are Within Us Lives We Never Live"

Life walks wreathed at last - Zona Gale "There Are Within Us Lives We Never Live"

Muted lips and wistful eyes - Zona Gale "There Are Within Us Lives We Never Live"

Thrill the air like birds - Zona Gale "To a Poet"

Thread the silence with a lute - Zona Gale "To a Poet"

Sound the spiral of a flute - Zona Gale "To a Poet"

The silence flowers in song - Zona Gale "To a Poet"

Fall from any mortal flower - Zona Gale "Troth"

A wing like a petal - Zona Gale "Umbra"

Wears a feather of flame - Zona Gale "Umbra"

Down the ample arcade of the night - Zona Gale "Umbra"

In the deep of another Spring - Zona Gale "Umbra"

The cheer of lamp and fire - Zona Gale "Violin"

Yawning red and wide - Zona Gale "Violin"

Old varieties of silence and of wrong - Zona Gale "Violin"

With scarlet flannel round - Zona Gale "Violin"

Of silence in a little sheath - Zona Gale "Violin"

When did Spring die? - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

All flower-still she moved - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

Their burden of old snow - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

Where long winds flows - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

Outlined like a rose - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

The banner of Autumn's scarlet bough - Zona Gale "When Did Spring Die?"

To behold Him by no eyes - Zona Gale "Who Is This That Is So Near?"

Call Summer by her name - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

Walk royally companioned - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

By present impulse of the god - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

The shadow of the awful grove - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

That shone thickening on flowers - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

In a sweet flash of arrowy sun - Zona Gale "Why Am I Silent?"

Launched like a hollow ship - Zona Gale "Wind Song"

With the sun for a sail - Zona Gale "Wind Song"

Wide and blue and lone - Zona Gale "Wind Song"

A thistle of cloud remote and blown - Zona Gale "Wind Song"

With a lullaby for the dead night - Zona Gale "Wind Song"

Veiling green with grey - Zona Gale "Wonder"

Winning all the wonder from the light - Zona Gale "Wonder"

And fails like sound - Zona Gale "Wonder"

The day dreams in its grave - Zona Gale "Wonder"

The petals' solemn white - Zona Gale "Wonder"

From the lips of dying moments - Zona Gale "Wonder"

Quiet hours and empty blue - Zona Gale "Wraiths"

The love that I give the green - Zona Gale "Wraiths"

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No disguise lasts long - Tess Gallagher "After the Chinese"

Too fervently marked with duty - Tess Gallagher "Black Pudding"

Respect even its bitter portion - Tess Gallagher "Black Pudding"

To glimpse is intrusion enough - Tess Gallagher "Black Pudding"

The soul obeys our gravity - Tess Gallagher "Black Valentine"

The extravagance of questions - Tess Gallagher "Corpse Cradle"

The last light of each favorite tree - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"

A cargo meant to be lost - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"

A forehead pressed into paradox - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"

Pouring water for the dead - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"

At the pinnacle of dying - Tess Gallagher "Red Poppy"

To know an ending - Tess Gallagher "Red Poppy"

Emptied of his hand - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

To surprise its power with treason - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

In some abject safety - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

Worse than omen - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

In the way of true apparitions - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

To dream winter away - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

The wind he's attached to - Tess Gallagher "Ring"

Those little economies of the blood - Tess Gallagher "Sad Moments"

Milder at the end than sleep - Tess Gallagher "Sad Moments"

Empty out those raw strips of night - Tess Gallagher "Sad Moments"

A shout at hope - Tess Gallagher "Souvenir"

The plain grammar of ice - Tess Gallagher "Souvenir"

Singed and frenzied with memory - Tess Gallagher "Souvenir"

In the familiar lost-future tense - Tess Gallagher "Souvenir"

Been to you in all weather - Tess Gallagher "Thieves at the Grave"

To rehearse in daylight - Tess Gallagher "Thieves at the Grave"

The thief's prerogative - Tess Gallagher "Thieves at the Grave"

Edged by another snow - Tess Gallagher "Thieves at the Grave"

In the mind's releasing - Tess Gallagher "Trace, in Unison"

Because water understands everything - Tess Gallagher "Two of Anything"

The cold extravagance of tiny bells - Tess Gallagher "Two of Anything"

Carry farther in death - Tess Gallagher "Wake"

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Dawdling in eternity - James Galvin "Alpenrose Growing by the Door"

Inclined to refusal - James Galvin "Alpenrose Growing by the Door"

Your sustenance is refusal - James Galvin "Alpenrose Growing by the Door"

Into your heaven of hesitation - James Galvin "Alpenrose Growing by the Door"

Between deserts and seas - James Galvin "Cherry Blossoms Blowing in Wet, Blowing Snow"

Crimes against the immaculate - James Galvin "Dear May Eighth"

Under influence of sky - James Galvin "Dear May Eighth"

The gale of your remove - James Galvin "Dear Nobody's Business"

Immense with memory - James Galvin "Depending on the Wind"

Backwards into the sun - James Galvin "Dying Into What I've Done"

The exoskeletons of survival strategies - James Galvin "Earthquake"

With atrocity's own smoke - James Galvin "Fire Season"

Hard by the hinges of Hell - James Galvin "Little Dantesque"

A shame-faced galaxy - James Galvin "My Second Angel"

Promoted the orphan to vagabond - James Galvin "My Second Angel"

With nothing holy to defend - James Galvin "Promises Are for Liars"

Recognizable on my wave of ruin - James Galvin "Putting Down the Night"

With more stars than spaces between - James Galvin "Putting Down the Night"

On the edge of my life - James Galvin "Show-and-Tell"

A thunderhead in drought - James Galvin "Show-and-Tell"

Offers history few options - James Galvin "Upslope"

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Unable to withstand the tranquility - Forrest Gander "Madonna del Parto"

A shifting rainbow - Forrest Gander "Madonna del Parto"

Volatilized by ceaseless explosion - Forrest Gander "Madonna del Parto"

With endless points of arrival - Forrest Gander "Pastoral"

Started just outside our faces - Forrest Gander "Pastoral"

As if looking took time - Forrest Gander "Pastoral"

Offered whole in one gesture - Forrest Gander "Pastoral"

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That bent and broke my heart - Theodosia Garrison "A Ballad of Halloween"

Warmer than her tears - Theodosia Garrison "A Ballad of Halloween"

In the darkness of her need - Theodosia Garrison "The Child"

Strange shadows led me down - Theodosia Garrison "The Child"

All night upon my heart - Theodosia Garrison "The Child"

Adventure on the road of bliss - Theodosia Garrison "The Gifts of Gold"

Each note the free birds fling - Theodosia Garrison "The Gifts of Gold"

Sits a little while at Sorrow's feet - Theodosia Garrison "The Gifts of Gold"

All things sweet and bitter meet - Theodosia Garrison "The Gifts of Gold"

The dawn stayed till the last had gone - Theodosia Garrison "The Neighbors"

From eating of forbidden fruit - Theodosia Garrison "The Three Ghosts"

As a rain that beats all day - Theodosia Garrison "Two Brothers"

One day when blades are red - Theodosia Garrison "The Victor"

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The freedom of privacy - Kahlil Gibran "On Clothes"

Meet the sun and the wind - Kahlil Gibran "On Clothes"

And the winds long to play with your hair - Kahlil Gibran "On Clothes"

Your sorrow unmasked - Kahlil Gibran "On Joy and Sorrow"

Only when you are empty - Kahlil Gibran "On Joy and Sorrow"

The freedom of loneliness - Kahlil Gibran "How I Became a Madman (Prologue)"

The safety from being understood - Kahlil Gibran "How I Became a Madman (Prologue)"

Filled my hand with mist - Kahlil Gibran "Sand and Foam"

And the songs of April were in my ears - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

My heart is still veiling dawn - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

Still echo the songs of spring - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

Overladen with the honey of summer - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

Separated from all other worlds - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

Their thorns are their innocent protection - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

How small a circle my dream makes - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

The slave of the high tide and the ebb tide - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

The prisoner of half moons - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

Rise toward the throne of the sky - Khalil Gibran "Youth and Age"

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Mostly because of dying stars - Andrea Gibson "America, Reloading"

For the rights of the apocalypse - Andrea Gibson "America Wakes Me in the Middle of the Night"

In the garden of my shame growing roses - Andrea Gibson "Bad at Love"

Her laughter a holy lie - Andrea Gibson "Black and White Angel"

The radiance of my own anarchy - Andrea Gibson "Boomerang Valentine"

Flaws stacked like baseball cards - Andrea Gibson "Boomerang Valentine"

Anchor me brave, anchor me loving - Andrea Gibson "Boomerang Valentine"

Things I haven't survived - Andrea Gibson "Boomerang Valentine"

Every answer is a grave - Andrea Gibson "The Day You Died Because You Wanted To"

The recipe of who we are now - Andrea Gibson "Daytime, Somewhere"

Hell isn't where I place my bets - Andrea Gibson "Daytime, Somewhere"

Everybody's dark side is daytime somewhere - Andrea Gibson "Daylight, Somewhere"

Thrown in every direction but home - Andrea Gibson "Dear Tinder,"

A speck of sand in the hourglass of truth - Andrea Gibson "Dear Tinder,"

A wall between the thirst and the river - Andrea Gibson "Dear Trump Voter,"

Didn't want history to exist - Andrea Gibson "Fight for Love"

Until every ghost is hunted out - Andrea Gibson "Fight for Love"

One hundred years of oxygen - Andrea Gibson "First Love"

At the complaint counter of life - Andrea Gibson "Gender in the Key of Lyme Disease"

How much the hiding has weighed - Andrea Gibson "Gender in the Key of Lyme Disease"

Like my goodbye had no weight - Andrea Gibson "Give Her"

Come wiser than the past - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

Come with all your ghosts - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

As the trees forgiving the books - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

A kinder way to say my own name - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

Let me share your storm - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

Tip the scales in light's direction - Andrea Gibson "Good Light"

Whenever I spend the day crying - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

Even when the arena is empty - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

Could survive forever on death alone - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

Blow up a second like a balloon - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

Owed the world my disappointment - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

By sunshine, by rosewater, by the cactus flowers - Andrea Gibson "In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don't lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down"

After the wound of us - Andrea Gibson "Ivy"

The unbearable loneliness of sanity - Andrea Gibson "Ivy"

Wrapped with a century of ivy - Andrea Gibson "Ivy"

Your grief always a marathon - Andrea Gibson "Ivy"

The sound of my heart finally opening - Andrea Gibson "Letter to the Editor"

With honeymoons in their bloodstreams - Andrea Gibson "Living Proof"

To weed the hell from my mind - Andrea Gibson "Living Proof"

Praying for someone else's son - Andrea Gibson "Living Proof"

Heaven is in the other direction - Andrea Gibson "Living Proof"

And it is always Doomsday - Andrea Gibson "Ode to the Public Panic Attack"

Through the apocalypse in my bloodstream - Andrea Gibson "Ode to the Public Panic Attack"

Their family's hunted hearts - Andrea Gibson "Photoshopping My Sister's Mugshot"

Daring me to demand the orchard - Andrea Gibson "Radio"

Fixing the flowers on a stranger's grave - Andrea Gibson "Radio"

Load my rocky smile into a slingshot - Andrea Gibson "What Do You Think About this Weather"

Ashamed of needing more than water - Andrea Gibson "Said the Wishing Well"

Building their confidence on stolen land - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"

Pouring bubbles into your own bloodbath - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"

Run home in a snowstorm - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"

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Abyss eyes lingering - Nikita Gill "After the Visit"

A thousand stars silently bursting - Nikita Gill "After the Visit"

Who swallowed a golden forest - Nikita Gill "After the Visit"

Deserves no space within your spirit - Nikita Gill "Anger"

Forever etched in their blood - Nikita Gill "Ares, After"

To adapt the way water does - Nikita Gill "Ares, After"

The marrow of invention - Nikita Gill "Athena, After"

Gleaming stars conspire - Nikita Gill "Athena's Tale"

Waking up to Goddesses - Nikita Gill "The Book"

In the way of small miracles - Nikita Gill "The Book"

How to inherit the paradox - Nikita Gill "Chaos to Nyx, Goddes of the Night"

Held the moon up as a looking-glass - Nikita Gill "Chaos to Nyx, Goddes of the Night"

The miraculous day and the singular light - Nikita Gill "Chaos to Nyx, Goddes of the Night"

Interrogated by the darkness - Nikita Gill "A Conversation with My Mental Illness"

Gather my courage as my armor - Nikita Gill "A Conversation with My Mental Illness"

The patchwork of time staring back - Nikita Gill "Dark Days"

What we bury will always return - Nikita Gill "Discoveries"

Born to tame dragons - Nikita Gill "Dragon's Breath"

Created to swallow darkness - Nikita Gill "Dragon's Breath"

No one wanted to admit me a necessity - Nikita Gill "Echidna to Typhon"

Look at the way the stars burn - Nikita Gill "Endings"

Always forgot to count me - Nikita Gill "The Epiphany"

Wing-backed and vengeance born - Nikita Gill "The Erinyes: Vengeance-skinned Fury"

Time to craft sacred again - Nikita Gill "The Erinyes: Vengeance-skinned Fury"

From the bones of Chaos - Nikita Gill "Eurynome: The Mother of All Things"

Fermented the stars alive - Nikita Gill "Eurynome: The Mother of All Things"

Waltzed the earth awake - Nikita Gill "Eurynome: The Mother of All Things"

Silver storms and riotous rage - Nikita Gill "The First Visit"

Find that you've become a forest - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

Grown roots and found strength - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

Turn it into oxygen for easy breathing - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

A host of wild creatures live inside you - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

Beautiful birds nest inside your mind - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

From the seeds of who you used to be - Nikita Gill "The Forest"

Creator of fragile, fluid things - Nikita Gill "Gaia"

Constructed from ordinary things - Nikita Gill "Gaia"

The darkness behind your shining star - Nikita Gill "Hades to Persephone"

Making homes inside broken hearts - Nikita Gill "Homes"

Love when it becomes a chore - Nikita Gill "House of Hyperion, Titan of Light"

Because the ashes didn't leave my mouth - Nikita Gill "House of Hyperion, Titan of Light"

And end in embers of themselves - Nikita Gill "House of Hyperion, Titan of Light"

To break open something forgotten - Nikita Gill "House of Hyperion, Titan of Light"

Paradise never made you any promises - Nikita Gill "How to Leave Paradise"

Traded her emotions for power - Nikita Gill "Hymn for Hera"

Mistakes enough to fill an ocean - Nikita Gill "In This Story"

Not made to surrender - Nikita Gill "An Interlude with Artemis"

The blade you hid in your eyes - Nikita Gill "Io Explains Recovery to Europa"

And every ivory bone defeated - Nikita Gill "Lamia to Scylla"

Built of jealous commands - Nikita Gill "Lessons from Hephaestus"

Immune to every kind of poison - Nikita Gill "The Making of a God-Queen (How Hera Survived Trauma)"

15 new reasons for laughs - Nikita Gill "The Meaning of a Day"

To alter a foretelling's truth - Nikita Gill "Metis, the Forgotten King Maker"

An endless fury in her bones - Nikita Gill "Modern Apollo and Artemis"

Kissed by the wild and loved by lightning - Nikita Gill "The Moon Goddess"

Made from your own silver-tipped wishes - Nikita Gill "The Moon Writes a Love Letter to Artemis"

From the arms of all my lovers - Nikita Gill "The Moon Writes a Love Letter to Artemis"

Unlearn holy as gentle - Nikita Gill "A Mortal Interlude"

Pretend our prison is our feast - Nikita Gill "A Mortal Interlude"

Hesitate to call it memory - Nikita Gill "A Mortal Interlude: To the Poets"

Rituals of steel and sacrifice - Nikita Gill "Pallas and Athena"

Every flavour of a star bursting - Nikita Gill "Pallas and Athena"

Thunder and fury for no reason at all - Nikita Gill "Papa"

Midnight in a sleeping house - Nikita Gill "Papa"

Unleash my flaws and fury - Nikita Gill "Persephone to Demeter"

Desecration in your eyes - Nikita Gill "Persephone to Theseus and Pirithous"

More powerful in your solitude - Nikita Gill "A Place to Find Purpose"

That lies are often truth-shaped - Nikita Gill "Questions for the Daughters of Nyx"

Do the trees ever tire of their roots? - Nikita Gill "Questions for the Daughters of Nyx"

Like all things that are perishable - Nikita Gill "Reminders About Healing"

Stitched together with heartache - Nikita Gill "Reset"

Hovering over the ashes - Nikita Gill "The Review (or The Day That's Been Giving Me Nightmares for Months)"

Toys from a celestial nursery - Nikita Gill "Scylla"

Drowning inside your own bones - Nikita Gill "A Secret from Me to You"

Taste my own memories - Nikita Gill "Sorcery"

The devotion the sun has to the moon - Nikita Gill "The Sun and the Moon"

Could turn cities hollow - Nikita Gill "The Sun God"

The trail of ashes behind Apollo - Nikita Gill "The Sun God"

Never remembering how to return - Nikita Gill "Temporary"

Accepting the graceful darkness - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"

Dead waters and dark destinies - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"

Prefer the lonely to the glittering - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"

An army of sharks and scorpions - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"

The silver of a thousand sweet moons - Nikita Gill "When Love Dies"

Days I have been the thirst - Nikita Gill "Why I Am Magic"

The alchemy of that chaos - Nikita Gill "Wildest Wish"

Blood of the witches you thought were dead - Nikita Gill "Witch"

Carry witchcraft in our bones - Nikita Gill "Witch"

At the edge of your own abyss - Nikita Gill "Young Zeus: The Crossroads"

A throne cast in blood and terror - Nikita Gill "Young Zeus: The Crossroads"

From the blood of incalculable planets - Nikita Gill "Your Heart Is Not a Hospital"

Spend years painting your soul - Nikita Gill "Your Heart Is Not a Hospital"

Who gently places fallen baby birds back - Nikita Gill "Your Soft Heart"

Gets your heart broken over cruel words - Nikita Gill "Your Soft Heart"

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A jaded kind of lost brother - brian g. gilmore "ann arbor (alpha poem)"

To hide your wounded heart - brian g. gilmore "at malcolm x street, lansing, michigan (for earl little)"

Still adored in this silence - brian g. gilmore "at malcolm x street, lansing, michigan (for earl little)"

Rhythm of tied together time - brian g. gilmore "chicago (for haki)"

Chanting for the warriors - brian g. gilmore "denny mcclain, in garden city, michigan (for scott & dan)"

Can't make this mayhem a miracle - brian g. gilmore "denny mcclain, in garden city, michigan (for scott & dan)"

Wind that felt like glass - brian g. gilmore "detroit airport, december 2009 (a sermon)"

A bad dream that never started - brian g. gilmore "detroit airport, december 2009 (a sermon)"

The satisfaction of crossword puzzles - brian g. gilmore "detroit airport, december 2009 (a sermon)"

Not worried about being divisible - brian g. gilmore "distant lover #3"

Trade rumors like cards - brian g. gilmore "the lansing negro"

A doubt-driven distance between - brian g. gilmore "the lansing negro"

Share their unfamiliar journeys - brian g. gilmore "the lansing negro"

No joy inside tears - brian g. gilmore "living for the city (for stevie wonder)"

Quiet soulless winter - brian g. gilmore "mardi gras in east lansing"

Payback for insulting an ancestor - brian g. gilmore "mardi gras in east lansing"

Summon up some souls - brian g. gilmore "mardi gras in east lansing"

Your eye irritated by ignorance - brian g. gilmore "mardi gras in east lansing"

Summer wind into your woe - brian g. gilmore "mardi gras in east lansing"

Assemble these hopeful arrangements - brian g. gilmore "mason, michigan, housing court (evictions #1)"

Though my imagination surges - brian g. gilmore "o canada"

Delivering the mail in a blizzard - brian g. gilmore "portrait of black woman, exit 64, toledo, w/beautiful afro"

Like the dark silence of night - brian g. gilmore "yellow school bus"

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Dull, bitter light - C.S. Giscombe "First Dream"

An unstable moment - C.S. Giscombe "First Dream"

I can pass until I speak - C.S. Giscombe "First Dream"

No shape in my gap - C.S. Giscombe "Portland Parish/The Blue Mountains"

One's close to nothing - C.S. Giscombe "Portland Parish/The Blue Mountains"

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Buried in the desert of her heart - Ellen Glasgow "Aridity"

Measured not nor priced - Ellen Glasgow "A Creed"

The fangs of the hungry fire - Ellen Glasgow "Death-in-Life"

From the reefs of Fate - Ellen Glasgow "Death-in-Life"

The sword within the sun - Ellen Glasgow "England's Greatness"

Have read the secrets of the night - Ellen Glasgow "The Hunter"

From skeletons with toothless jaws - Ellen Glasgow "The Hunter"

Search for secrets of the dust - Ellen Glasgow "The Hunter"

With time and ashes spread - Ellen Glasgow "The Hunter"

Treading a march immortal - Ellen Glasgow "Mary"

Priestess of altar fire - Ellen Glasgow "Mary"

Empress of priests' decisions - Ellen Glasgow "Mary"

Daughter of dreams and visions - Ellen Glasgow "Mary"

A veil that borrows gloom - Ellen Glasgow "Mary"

Decay cannot unmake me - Ellen Glasgow "The Mountain Pine"

If the stars be gold or gray - Ellen Glasgow "Reunion"

Have passed life's whirlpool - Ellen Glasgow "To My Dog"

Trod the starry gulf from sphere to sphere - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

Paused above Infinity's abyss - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

A million silver planets spun - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

Scarlet on the ether's inky waves - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

The crooked orbit of the earth - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

The blasphemy of human wills - Ellen Glasgow "The Vision of Hell"

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In love with turbulence - Louise Gluck "Aboriginal Landscape"

The city is where I disappear - Louise Gluck "Aboriginal Landscape"

And each night my heart protested - Louise Gluck "An Adventure"

And my heart became the steed - Louise Gluck "An Adventure"

The view from the precipice - Louise Gluck "An Adventure"

The fields having been picked clean - Louise Gluck "All Hallows"

As the toothed moon rises - Louise Gluck "All Hallows"

Enough to drown the seeds - Louise Gluck "Before the Storm"

The smell of the wind stalks them - Louise Gluck "Before the Storm"

The world beyond the night remains - Louise Gluck "Before the Storm"

Nothing between the earth and the dark - Louise Gluck "Burning Leaves"

Like fragments of an unclaimed biography - Louise Gluck "Cornwall"

The vanished words lying with their companions - Louise Gluck "Cornwall"

The earth and sky taking turns - Louise Gluck "Cornwall"

Too much demanded in advance - Louise Gluck "Crossroads"

The sunlight specifying these - Louise Gluck "Dawn"

Once your exile begins - Louise Gluck "Departure"

Filled with tangents and distractions - Louise Gluck "An Endless Story"

The wings for the kiss - Louise Gluck "An Endless Story"

Most of my facts have disappeared - Louise Gluck "An Endless Story"

Like a bright light passing through - Louise Gluck "Faithful and Virtuous Night"

Survive by becoming imaginary - Louise Gluck "Faithful and Virtuous Night"

Passage through the void of myself - Louise Gluck "Faithful and Virtuous Night"

In the far backward reaches of time - Louise Gluck "Faithful and Virtuous Night"

Her sharply worded silences - Louise Gluck "Faithful and Virtuous Night"

Like a person who casts no shadow - Louise Gluck "In the Plaza"

In the fixed dusk of his negligence - Louise Gluck "Lamentations"

A slow moan of silver - Louise Gluck "Lamentations"

The massive argument of light - Louise Gluck "Lamentations"

Strange to one another - Louise Gluck "Lamentations"

A decision about the dead flowers - Louise Gluck "March"

Never the promise of shelter - Louise Gluck "March"

The stars were sending messages - Louise Gluck "Midsummer"

That our souls not be distracted - Louise Gluck "Parable"

Like soldiers in a useless war - Louise Gluck "Parable"

A strategy for ignoring history - Louise Gluck "Parable for the King"

Over the radiant water - Louise Gluck "Parable for the King"

The floating aria of the sirens - Louise Gluck "Parable of the Hostages"

The vine has a dream of light - Louise Gluck "Parable of the Trellis"

Say a prayer for the wind - Louise Gluck "Poem"

A lord in heaven called the sun - Louise Gluck "The Red Poppy"

The fire of my own heart - Louise Gluck "The Red Poppy"

I speak because I am shattered - Louise Gluck "The Red Poppy"

Very strong and full of foreboding - Louise Gluck "The Setting Sun"

The nature of light was incompleteness - Louise Gluck "The Story of a Day"

Where time was also sleeping - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

Merging with the shadows of the roses - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

As the past is buried in the future - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

Now that life has triumphed - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

Became dry white rectangles of moonlight - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

Fear approached and departed - Louise Gluck "A Summer Garden"

The smell of too many illusions - Louise Gluck "Sunrise"

Webbed with sweet-smelling herbs - Louise Gluck "Sunrise"

Maybe that's what nothing tastes like - Louise Gluck "Sunrise"

Maybe the moon will send the seas - Louise Gluck "Sunrise"

From which came the smell of oblivion - Louise Gluck "The Sword in the Stone"

Beyond the intensities of the fountain - Louise Gluck "Tributaries"

Exiled by the world of hope - Louise Gluck "Tributaries"

The ratio of the body to the void - Louise Gluck "A Village Life"

Silence coming from the sky - Louise Gluck "A Warm Day"

The path all but obliterated - Louise Gluck "Winter Journey"

From the dream to the proposition - Louise Gluck "Winter Journey"

Like a fire lit by a survivor - Louise Gluck "A Work of Fiction"

Each breath patiently destroying me - Louise Gluck "A Work of Fiction"

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Of the dust reclaimed from the sand - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Gone"

Hostile god to me and mine - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Podas Okus"

The toughest lives are brittle - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Podas Okus"

Denser shadows veil the light - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Podas Okus"

The rose is fenced by the thorn - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes"

Five words of unfinished prayer - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes"

To cherish the battered potters' clay - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes"

With the golden ether blended - Adam Lindsay Gordon "Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes"

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That gemmed torture of seed - Rae Gouirand "Arils on Velvet"

When we almost breathe those dreams - Rae Gouirand "At the Rough Table"

By some more tender breeze - Rae Gouirand "At the Rough Table"

Deliberate only its roughest seams - Rae Gouirand "At the Rough Table"

The ceaselessness that awakens us - Rae Gouirand "At the Rough Table"

Each verse of our living needs - Rae Gouirand "At the Rough Table"

Shared our hungers evenly - Rae Gouirand "Broth"

Love with a finite mouth - Rae Gouirand "Dishes"

Watching those we can't reach - Rae Gouirand "Fig Suite"

Before winter knows us - Rae Gouirand "Fig Suite"

Offering the world unnamed things - Rae Gouirand "Fig Suite"

Time my final insurance - Rae Gouirand "Ghazal With Time"

Until want and need cannot be separated - Rae Gouirand "In Lieu of Questions"

Don't want to know your shadow - Rae Gouirand "Inheritance"

A long memory from my own name - Rae Gouirand "Inheritance"

Who begs such patience - Rae Gouirand "Inheritance"

Synonymous with place and loss - Rae Gouirand "Language"

That will tarnish from want - Rae Gouirand "Persimmon"

Envy her scent for water - Rae Gouirand "Petrichor"

Boast their own unsaid things - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

In the mind of the hand - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

The breathe full of edge - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

Softened by frost - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

To watch their eclipse scatter - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

Which blossoms in the winter - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

The etymology of necessity - Rae Gouirand "Quince Suite"

What readiness beckons - Rae Gouirand "Stanzas to Those Just Arriving"

Its edge in time and light - Rae Gouirand "Stanzas to Those Just Arriving"

Taste like remembering and forgetting - Rae Gouirand "Stanzas to Those Just Arriving"

Drifting in our separate bones - Rae Gouirand "Terminus"

Familiar with tongues I sought - Rae Gouirand "Terminus"

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My soul's adorning grace - Paul Gerhardt "Wie soll ich Dich epfangen" transl. by James W. Alexander

From mansions of the skies - Paul Gerhardt "Wie soll ich Dich epfangen" transl. by James W. Alexander

The hen her tiny flock enfolds - Paul Gerhardt "Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud" transl. by James W. Alexander

The sturdy juices of the vine - Paul Gerhardt "Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud" transl. by James W. Alexander

In rich pavilion of the skies - Paul Gerhardt "Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud" transl. by James W. Alexander

For perchance to-morrow's sun - P. Gerhardt [untitled]

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Shaking stones in a basket - Cynthia Grady "Kaleidoscope"

A knotted life - Cynthia Grady "Log Cabin"

Won't yield the stolen - Cynthia Grady "Log Cabin"

Takes root where you weep - Cynthia Grady "Tree of Life"

The wind to his advantage - Cynthia Grady "Underground Railroad"

This old pilgrim in the woods - Cynthia Grady "Underground Railroad"

From the same cloth as the devil - Cynthia Grady "Wagon Wheel"

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No music without violence or wind - torrin a. greathouse "Belt Is Just Another Verb for Song"

Wind bruised into melody - torrin a. greathouse "Belt Is Just Another Verb for Song"

Down payments on possibility - torrin a. greathouse "The Body of a Girl Lies on the Asphalt Like the Body of a Girl"

A wreath or crown of mouths - torrin a. greathouse "Medusa with the Head of Perseus"

A pale gap in stone's imagination - torrin a. greathouse "Medusa with the Head of Perseus"

Sweep a sea of mirrors - torrin a. greathouse "Medusa with the Head of Perseus"

Divide & twine a scarlet thread - torrin a. greathouse "Medusa with the Head of Perseus"

Declared war on the sea - torrin a. greathouse "Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood"

The slaughter carried within me - torrin a. greathouse "Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood"

Bastard child of water - torrin a. greathouse "Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood"

A riverbend dredged of impossible children - torrin a. greathouse "Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood"

The echo of your mother's name - torrin a. greathouse "Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood"

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In the slight predictability of speech - Leah Naomi Green "Almanac"

When one has almost just expected - Leah Naomi Green "Almanac"

In the motion of materials - Leah Naomi Green "Arrival"

The fruit that's already the seed - Leah Naomi Green "Arrival"

Your shadow casts itself - Leah Naomi Green "Arrival"

Forgetting the world and finding it - Leah Naomi Green "C-section"

To open against the prayer - Leah Naomi Green "C-section"

The consent of weight to gravity - Leah Naomi Green "Camera Obscura"

All the captured space of them - Leah Naomi Green "Camera Obscura"

In small vaults of light - Leah Naomi Green "Carrot"

Traced a story on my face - Leah Naomi Green "Engagement"

Whose last lover was flood - Leah Naomi Green "Field Guide to the Chaparral"

Watched a leaf disappear eight thousand times - Leah Naomi Green "Hashem"

Falls through the spaces of my days - Leah Naomi Green "Hashem"

Mistaken as an offering - Leah Naomi Green "Hashem"

What they would touch if they fell - Leah Naomi Green "Helping"

And their silence for myself - Leah Naomi Green "In Cleaning"

Not needing our sanctification - Leah Naomi Green "Kaddish"

Not needing even our silence - Leah Naomi Green "Kaddish"

Keeps the company of everything - Leah Naomi Green "River and Fugue"

Wings taking after the sky - Leah Naomi Green "River and Fugue"

Its white eyes unnumbered - Leah Naomi Green "Seeds and Fugue"

The light that's waited all day - Leah Naomi Green "Seeds and Fugue"

His quick coin of breath - Leah Naomi Green "To the Cardinal, Attacking His Reflection in the Window"

Air that feeds his bones - Leah Naomi Green "To the Cardinal, Attacking His Reflection in the Window"

A stone in his pocket - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

Used to keep the moon for company - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

Sky to keep me from want - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

My habit your inheritance - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

My breath measuring length - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

Its own inheritance and time - Leah Naomi Green "Week Five: Measure"

In either direction in time - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

Planted as it is in the dew - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

The field adores the seed - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

Every flower faces away - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

Looking for what they watch - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

To see how hurt is made - Leah Naomi Green "Week Twelve: Taproot"

What they offer to their fruits - Leah Naomi Green "Week Twenty: Indulgences"

Dust grains orbiting a pull - Leah Naomi Green "Week Twenty: Indulgences"

Around the soft seeds of their flesh - Leah Naomi Green "Week Thirty-Four: Atomic"

Could keep the world without - Leah Naomi Green "Week Thirty-Four: Atomic"

Our solitude a two-way mirror - Leah Naomi Green "Week Thirty-Eight: Mitosis"

In the snow you won't remember - Leah Naomi Green "Week Thirty-Eight: Mitosis"

The moon will give you her shoes - Leah Naomi Green "Week Thirty-Eight: Mitosis"

Hasten dawn to night - Leah Naomi Green "The World Tips Back"

Oldest vowels of mourners' mouths - Leah Naomi Green "Yahrzeit"

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Sweeter far a thousand times - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The violet on the swelling bank - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

In the night of persecution - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Love's best enchantment - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Roses white and lilies tender - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Leafy beech in verdant hollow - Glasynys "Blodeuwedd and Hywel" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

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An upheaval in daily drifting - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Becoming excessively noon - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Of the sigher's stream - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Outside the mouth of creation - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Into the plane of silence - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Into an instant amber - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

Amber thought leaked - Richard Greenfield "Hither Come Hither"

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Onions sizzling in a cast iron skillet - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

Lit those candles daily and prayed - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

Ask me about candles on countertops - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

With cinnamon butter and smiles - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

Every morsel in my kitchen - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

The love language of my grandmother's hands - Sue Ann Gleason "Ask Me"

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And now her small survivals - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Our window on the risen world - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Should need protection from the crows - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Even our own souls were silent - Linda Gregerson "At the Window"

A margin of ice - Linda Gregerson "The Burning of Madrid as Seen from the Terrace of My House"

Allow me an image - Linda Gregerson "The Burning of Madrid as Seen from the Terrace of My House"

To which the stone is nothing - Linda Gregerson "The Chapel Doom"

Banked their fires in deference to the sun - Linda Gregerson "Chronic"

Intended to halt my trespass - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

Bureaucracy and blood-borne grudge - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

May be lovely as cranes and safe - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

The city not yet fallen - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"

By a physics worth the name - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"

All these ventures at goodness - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Contrived the storm with watering cans - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Dies by water as well as fire - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

A temporal trespass deliberate - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Inhale the fumes of empire - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

A daughter's most instinctive act - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

In this unrelenting aftermath - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Make holiday of memory - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Make penance of the air - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Dewpoint and a level field - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

The world so rarely lets us in - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Programmed for extinction - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

The light and shadow so disposed - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Less congenial to the seeing eye - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Ignore how much the camera misses - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Balanced on the scales of thought - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

By learning to relinquish it - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

As welcome as the dust - Linda Gregerson "Father Mercy, Mother Tongue"

Rinsed of all particulars - Linda Gregerson "Father Mercy, Mother Tongue"

The virtues of method and rich supply - Linda Gregerson "Half Light"

The siege returned to stalemate - Linda Gregerson "Half Light"

A sign of grace withheld - Linda Gregerson "A History Play"

Know us by our scattered wake - Linda Gregerson "A History Play"

What is manna to the raven - Linda Gregerson "Maculate"

Not an unmixed consolation - Linda Gregerson "Maculate"

Concerning the methods of capture - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

Portion out their wakefulness - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

The strictures of hunger - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

This stone on your spirit - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

Inclined to different metaphors - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

That recklessly weaned us from oblivion - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

In heaven to be called upon - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

This unfamiliar and malignant place - Linda Gregerson "No Lion, No Moon"

Open your palms to the moon - Linda Gregerson "An Offering"

Its cunning corrective to up and down - Linda Gregerson "Over Easy"

And heaven has its discards - Linda Gregerson "Pass Over"

At several tumbled junctures - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

The rooster keeps faith with his hour - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

The ratcheting herons return - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

Surfeit from the table of the gods - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Who do not give a thought to fairness - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Anchored on a faultline - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Have no excuse for suffering - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

The likeness of substance and sound - Linda Gregerson "Slip"

Transparently in love with doom - Linda Gregerson "Spring Snow"

The self-same knots of air and ice - Linda Gregerson "Spring Snow"

Some parting of the beaten sky - Linda Gregerson "The Turning"

But winter scorched by heaven's high contempt - Linda Gregerson "The Turning"

Water will outwit a wall - Linda Gregerson "Waterborne"

Pity's crafted afterthought - Linda Gregerson "When Nothing But Tree"

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Rain making rivers by the curb - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

The hundred year old air in Macy's - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

Green cashmere sweaters on top of the glass - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

Calling the hunger out of ourselves - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

The trees growing wildly on the other shore - Natalie Goldberg "Home"

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These poems come from two different sources that give the poet's name differently. I'm putting them together because one of the sources listed both last names in a way that implied different possible versions. I have no idea which is more accurate.

Seek for rhythmic whispering - Zinaida Gippius "[I seek for rhythmic whisperings]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

Cast wide nets and tentative - Zinaida Gippius "[I seek for rhythmic whisperings]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

Dewdrops glistering in falsehood's gardens - Zinaida Gippius "[I seek for rhythmic whisperings]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

From dust-heaps garnered - Zinaida Gippius "[I seek for rhythmic whisperings]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

Fortitude through years of wormwood - Zinaida Gippius "[I seek for rhythmic whisperings]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

The chime of a new moment - Zinaida Hippius (Gippius) "L'Imprevisibilite" transl. by Temira Pachmuss

Moments with obscured faces - Zinaida Hippius (Gippius) "L'Imprevisibilite" transl. by Temira Pachmuss

To freeze them in their flight - Zinaida Hippius (Gippius) "L'Imprevisibilite" transl. by Temira Pachmuss

Only know the breeze of encounters - Zinaida Hippius (Gippius) "L'Imprevisibilite" transl. by Temira Pachmuss

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Delight in anything that can move us - Kimberly Grey "Conditional Dreaming"

One last stand in my soul - Kimberly Grey "Conjugated"

Has bloomed enough for us to eat - Kimberly Grey "Conjugating"

Light's potential to change us - Kimberly Grey "Conjugating"

So much time piled up inside - Kimberly Grey "Conjugating"

My one squared escape - Kimberly Grey "A Deconstruction of Memory"

Learn to gather sighs - Kimberly Grey "Epithalamium ABC"

A world with sky in every direction - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"

Run wild through an unholy earth - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"

Toward a heavier blue - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"

No way to be only kind - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"

All your possible languages - Kimberly Grey "The Function of You and I"

Like Mozart and sulfur - Kimberly Grey "The Function of You and I"

All this musical burning - Kimberly Grey "The Function of You and I"

Less than an island between them - Kimberly Grey "The Functions of X and Y"

Years of doom and dagger - Kimberly Grey "Heroic Sentences"

Comes toward us with both hands - Kimberly Grey "Heroic Sentences"

Because leaving is the hardest way to travel - Kimberly Grey "Heroic Sentences"

I'd kiss the oranges blue - Kimberly Grey "Hunger Sentences"

Constructed themselves around you - Kimberly Grey "Invention"

Learn to leave and return - Kimberly Grey "Invention"

Built you perfect and guilty - Kimberly Grey "Invention"

Will fill you in with sky - Kimberly Grey "Invention"

A drop of blue light - Kimberly Grey "Modern Sentences"

The sleep of skyscrapers - Kimberly Grey "Of Largeness"

Half full of heaven - Kimberly Grey "Of Largeness"

If only we weren't a war - Kimberly Grey "A Reconstruction of Memory"

Became a factory of sighs - Kimberly Grey "A Reconstruction of Memory"

You said let's love like the lotus - Kimberly Grey "Reverie"

Allowed a hundred different joys - Kimberly Grey "Somehow, We Are a We"

Some translated light - Kimberly Grey "Somehow, We Are a We"

Everything electrical is not light - Kimberly Grey "Somehow, We Are a We"

To ache and be wise for it - Kimberly Grey "Somehow, We Are a We"

Which only creates more loss - Kimberly Grey "We Are Mostly Alright"

And mere murderous hearts - Kimberly Grey "We Are Mostly Alright"

Collect all your mercies for me - Kimberly Grey "We Are Mostly Merciful"

If there is a map for grief - Kimberly Grey "What We Have Lost"

A pale bird, circling you with air - Kimberly Grey "What We Have Lost"

Things to teach us leaving - Kimberly Grey "What We Have Lost"

Dreaming of a smaller violence - Kimberly Grey "Where We Have Been"

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To camouflage cracked hearts - Nikki Grimes "Common Denominator"

Anger that burns my breath - Nikki Grimes "Crucible of Champions"

Whatever sorrow shadows you - Nikki Grimes "Crucible of Champions"

Take a lonelier road - Nikki Grimes "Crucible of Champions"

Find fuel for the future - Nikki Grimes "Emergency Measures"

Into the bowl of years - Nikki Grimes "Emergency Measures"

The key of your will - Nikki Grimes "In Search of a Superpower"

Leave those dreams bleeding - Nikki Grimes "Jabari Unmasked"

Sift memory for the hard lessons - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"

Beds for splinters - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"

Turn stubborn instead of turning back - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"

In the cage of your heart - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"

To the company of shadows - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

Jagged as a red-rose thorn - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

Over each bridge of trouble - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

Darkness burns to ashes - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

In the flame of day - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

Beyond human depth - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

Leaves a scratch upon the soul - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

The hem of a hurricane - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"

To protect my heart-songs - Nikki Grimes "A Safe Place"

Anchor my dreams - Nikki Grimes "A Safe Place"

The clay dreams are molded from - Nikki Grimes "The Sculptor"

Unable to fathom my fire - Nikki Grimes "Through the Eyes of Artists"

Breaking just beneath the eyes - Nikki Grimes "Through the Eyes of Artists"

That lost and wayward glance - Nikki Grimes "Through the Eyes of Artists"

Some lash made of history - Nikki Grimes "Through the Eyes of Artists"

A future sculpted of dreams - Nikki Grimes "Through the Eyes of Artists"

Rise like thunder - Nikki Grimes "Truth"

Blossoms of blessing - Nikki Grimes "Truth"

That masquerade as apology - Nikki Grimes "You Still Dream"

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Wandering through the silent castle - Theodora Goss "The Bear's Daughter"

In which the sun has scattered its colors - Theodora Goss "The Bear's Daughter"

Walking up glass mountains in iron shoes - Theodora Goss "The Bear's Wife"

Riding winds to the corners of the earth - Theodora Goss "The Bear's Wife"

Knowing I chose it over safety - Theodora Goss "The Bear's Wife"

The things your mother did not give you - Theodora Goss "The Clever Serving-Maid"

Queens have to know all sorts of things - Theodora Goss "The Clever Serving-Maid"

Countries you have not heard of - Theodora Goss "The Clever Serving-Maid"

Seas that have not been sailed - Theodora Goss "The Clever Serving-Maid"

At least the diamonds are valuable - Theodora Goss "Diamonds and Toads"

Although their edges leave your throat aching - Theodora Goss "Diamonds and Toads"

Circumstances in which toads are useful as diamonds - Theodora Goss "Diamonds and Toads"

Dancing in a glade alone - Theodora Goss "The Fox Wife"

A thing that was once wild is never tame - Theodora Goss "The Fox Wife"

How to avoid the hunter - Theodora Goss "The Fox Wife"

There is no forgiveness in the forest - Theodora Goss "The Fox Wife"

The birches heard him weeping - Theodora Goss "The Fox Wife"

I am a hunger waiting to be fed - Theodora Goss "Girl, Wolf, Woods"

Among which the bees were gathering nectar - Theodora Goss "Girl, Wolf, Woods"

Crabapples and blackberries to share with the birds - Theodora Goss "The Gold-Spinner"

Somewhere different than the world behind - Theodora Goss "The Gold-Spinner"

Child thieves out of a Dickens novel - Theodora Goss "Goldilocks and the Bear"

You haven't introduced yourself to the clock yet - Theodora Goss "How to Make It Snow"

The right name for a woman who makes the snow fall - Theodora Goss "How to Make It Snow"

I'm neither that vain nor ambitious - Theodora Goss "Mirror, Mirror"

All the yesterdays on which I was younger - Theodora Goss "Mirror, Mirror"

As though winter never comes and all the fairy tales were true - Theodora Goss "Mirror, Mirror"

A thief who has already stolen one's heart - Theodora Goss "Mr. Fox"

Never been good at listening to advice - Theodora Goss "Mr. Fox"

Apples waiting to be turned into cider - Theodora Goss "Mr. Fox"

Dug holes twice their depth - Theodora Goss "My Garden"

Birds in the berry bushes and briars - Theodora Goss "My Garden"

Brought back by sailors and diplomats - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

In cargoes with blue porcelain and embroidered silk - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

But the butterflies thought she was ugly - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

Convinced the flowers belonged to them - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

Who depended on the nectar for food - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

Opened into white globes of fragrance - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

To sing in my garden at the end of the world - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

All the oddments she had collected that night - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

Where everything precious is preserved - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

And you can only go there by invitation - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

Mother Night came walking down the street - Theodora Goss "The Nightingale and the Rose"

If I dipped her in water, she would melt - Theodora Goss "The Ogress Queen"

Why did you discard your treasure? - Theodora Goss "The Princess and the Frog"

Hurt my arms with their golden weight - Theodora Goss "The Princess and the Frog"

More than political and diplomatic lies - Theodora Goss "The Princess and the Frog"

My fate knocking on the castle gate - Theodora Goss "The Princess and the Frog"

But sometimes you get tired of dancing everywhere - Theodora Goss "The Red Shoes"

Tap-dancing in the hell writers make for themselves - Theodora Goss "The Red Shoes"

He could never give up desire - Theodora Goss "The Red Shoes"

Ragged holes held together by a spiderweb of veins - Theodora Goss "Rose Child"

Some things should be left as they are - Theodora Goss "Rose Child"

Suffer the consequences of their own folly - Theodora Goss "Rumpelstiltskin"

Steal coins from the rich, food from the poor - Theodora Goss "Rumpelstiltskin"

If you breathed on me, I would break apart - Theodora Goss "The Sensitive Woman"

Bruised by the brush of a swallow's wing - Theodora Goss "The Sensitive Woman"

That the cold light of the moon would burn her - Theodora Goss "The Sensitive Woman"

Today a raindrop could drown me - Theodora Goss "The Sensitive Woman"

Wear through seven pairs of shoes - Theodora Goss "Seven Shoes"

Leaving a path of dark water in her wake - Theodora Goss "Seven Shoes"

She'd never asked it the fatal question - Theodora Goss "Snow White Learns Witchcraft"

Knowing too well the price of coveting beauty - Theodora Goss "Snow White Learns Witchcraft"

The only role you get to write yourself - Theodora Goss "Snow White Learns Witchcraft"

And then you get to write your own story - Theodora Goss "Snow White Learns Witchcraft"

The woman who wanted us to be perfect - Theodora Goss "The Stepsister's Tale"

Of a house surrounded by thorns and briars - Theodora Goss "Thorns and Briars"

Went out into the world unafraid, because heartless - Theodora Goss "Thorns and Briars"

Thorns and briars will only part for the one predestined - Theodora Goss "Thorns and Briars"

Surrounded by books and dust - Theodora Goss "Thorns and Briars"

Let the oyster cover me with layer on layer of nacre - Theodora Goss "Thumbelina"

Emerge covered with pollen, riding a bee - Theodora Goss "Thumbelina"

Small enough to hear the dawn breaking - Theodora Goss "Thumbelina"

If you can take it without breaking anything - Theodora Goss "What Her Mother Said"

No answer is better than a foolish one - Theodora Goss "What Her Mother Said"

You must be wise in the forest - Theodora Goss "What Her Mother Said"

Do not stop to gather hawthorn flowers - Theodora Goss "What Her Mother Said"

Do not stop to listen to the reeds - Theodora Goss "What Her Mother Said"

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With your own starry cheek - Laurie Ann Guerrero "Blessing"

Splintered your hands - Laurie Ann Guerrero "Blessing"

Sculpting one world - Laurie Ann Guerrero "Blessing"

Finally severing the root - Laurie Ann Guerrero "Blessing"

Drying out the heart - Laurie Ann Guerrero "Blessing"

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Marks the dust bath of a jackrabbit - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

Ends her descending aria - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

Retires on the breast of the northwest horizon - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

Our lives held in this gentle cup - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

Palmed within an arc of light - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

The little knoll where we mark its winter twin - Lucy Griffith "Attention"

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How long a ruined thing will burn - Paul Guest "1987"

Often denied their shape - Paul Guest "1987"

Wake up with my heart - Paul Guest "Post-Factual Love Poem"

Grieve to appropriate degrees - Paul Guest "Post-Factual Love Poem"

Vanish from memory - Paul Guest "Post-Factual Love Poem"

Stepped in a papery nest of ground wasps - Paul Guest "Walking the Land"

Writhed and sang wordless rage - Paul Guest "Walking the Land"

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At the miracle hanging high - Ivor Gurney "After-Glow"

Of firelight and the sunken sun - Ivor Gurney "After-Glow"

Of Beauty long denied - Ivor Gurney "After Music"

From the Fate that limits us - Ivor Gurney "After Music"

Walk old ways alone - Ivor Gurney "Afterwards"

Shall make all darkness clear - Ivor Gurney "Afterwards"

No sign of flame in us - Ivor Gurney "'Annie Laurie'"

This hour of stars and music - Ivor Gurney "'Annie Laurie'"

Find some peace like the old peace - Ivor Gurney "The Battalion Is Now On Rest"

Where heal the spirit's scars - Ivor Gurney "Camps"

After vigils of frost - Ivor Gurney "Le Coq Francais"

High over to banishment - Ivor Gurney "Day-Boys and Choristers"

With blood of some high-making passion - Ivor Gurney "The Day of Victory"

Knew some touch of sacred wonder - Ivor Gurney "The Day of Victory"

Dusk-airs and breaths of half-light - Ivor Gurney "De Profundis"

Where strong sunsets burn - Ivor Gurney "De Profundis"

Lasts beyond decaying dust - Ivor Gurney "Eternal Treasure"

The all-withering power of Time - Ivor Gurney "Eternal Treasure"

That flame does cherish - Ivor Gurney "Eternal Treasure"

Sanctuary of love close guarded - Ivor Gurney "The Farm"

Some flower of courage - Ivor Gurney "Fire in the Dusk"

And all your wandering grace - Ivor Gurney "Fire in the Dusk"

Since Time can but confirm - Ivor Gurney "Fire in the Dusk"

But these are not my rivers - Ivor Gurney "The Fire Kindled"

Where such a tide began - Ivor Gurney "The Fisherman of Newnham"

No pathways in the woods - Ivor Gurney "For England"

Who watch the stars through broken walls - Ivor Gurney "From Omiecourt"

Crushed flowers and forlorn - Ivor Gurney "From the Window"

Forget the pains of yesterday - Ivor Gurney "From the Window"

Till my heart drains joy's cup - Ivor Gurney "From the Window"

The roughness of the wind unkind - Ivor Gurney "Girl's Song"

Gone down into the night - Ivor Gurney "Hail and Farewell"

To heaven's gate uprisen - Ivor Gurney "'Hark, Hark, the Lark'"

Sick with hope deferred - Ivor Gurney "'Hark, Hark, the Lark'"

Not on some strange outlandish star - Ivor Gurney "Home-Sickness"

To wayward ends and to half use - Ivor Gurney "Hospital Pictures 5. The Miner"

For selfless valour and the primal fire - Ivor Gurney "Hospital Pictures 5. The Miner"

With eyes that challenge night - Ivor Gurney "Hospital Pictures 6. Upstairs Piano"

Any beauty eyes might find - Ivor Gurney "Interval"

Strange in that rich peace - Ivor Gurney "Interval"

And God once more seems kind - Ivor Gurney "Letters"

On trees still summer fine - Ivor Gurney "Migrants"

Some silver thread of sound - Ivor Gurney "Old Martinmas Eve"

A bitter breeze unkind - Ivor Gurney "Omens"

Call like tongues of dread - Ivor Gurney "Omens"

Hard even to the roughest - Ivor Gurney "Pain"

Fragrance of a thousand tales - Ivor Gurney "Passionate Earth"

Makes communion with this wind - Ivor Gurney "The Poplar"

Hard glances of keen despite - Ivor Gurney "The Poplar"

Dearer to sky and earth - Ivor Gurney "The Poplar"

Pour out your light - Ivor Gurney "Requiem"

Pure and cold your radiance - Ivor Gurney "Requiem"

Nor steel nor flame has any power - Ivor Gurney "Serenity"

Through tempests of hell-fire - Ivor Gurney "Serenity"

The old dreams of comfort - Ivor Gurney "Solace of Men"

Somewhat of the making's eager pain - Ivor Gurney "Song and Pain"

Full of hot surges of insurrection - Ivor Gurney "Song at Morning"

Of joys that seem better forgot - Ivor Gurney "Song at Morning"

Is binding on the nearest flower - Ivor Gurney "Song at Morning"

Unseal the shut, the hidden places - Ivor Gurney "Song at Morning"

Draw out of memory all bitterness - Ivor Gurney "Song of Pain and Beauty"

Might have seen beauty clear - Ivor Gurney "Song of Pain and Beauty"

Romance, beating his distant magical drum - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, May 1917"

A soldier bearing alien arms - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, May 1917"

As in a dream of some bad night - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, May 1917"

Breathless to drink peace - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, May 1917"

Dreams too might guard the shore - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, May 1917"

Must bow as to established Fate - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

The image of evil shall be overcast - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

Hearts resolved to every sacrifice - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

And joy must surely flower - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

We shall grow free of heart - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

Who sanctifies our memory - Ivor Gurney "Spring. Rouen, 1917"

Beyond your borders and your enfolding seas - Ivor Gurney "Strange Service"

Fragile mirrors easily broken - Ivor Gurney "Strange Service"

Your ways of varying love - Ivor Gurney "That County"

The central fires of secret memory - Ivor Gurney "That County"

We wasted thoughts of love - Ivor Gurney "To an Unknown Lady"

Lovely only in dreams - Ivor Gurney "To an Unknown Lady"

As the sky reflected in clear streams - Ivor Gurney "To an Unknown Lady"

Your spirits high in honour - Ivor Gurney "To Certain Comrades"

Not touched by Death's disaster - Ivor Gurney "To Certain Comrades"

All the shocks and trials of time - Ivor Gurney "To Certain Comrades"

Cover him over with violets of pride - Ivor Gurney "To His Love"

Masses of memoried flowers - Ivor Gurney "To His Love"

The hour of thy dread passion - Ivor Gurney "To the Poet Before Battle"

May say nothing in shame of poets - Ivor Gurney "To the Poet Before Battle"

And pledged them well in wine - Ivor Gurney "Toasts and Memories"

Roads against the windy skies - Ivor Gurney "Toasts and Memories"

Breath and dreams and daily bread - Ivor Gurney "Toussaints"

On the road of chivalry and pride - Ivor Gurney "The Tower"

Why hearts of courage forget - Ivor Gurney "The Tower"

Breath and dreams and daily bread - Ivor Gurney "Toussaints"

The dead land oppressed me - Ivor Gurney "Trees"

Trees worthy of all worship - Ivor Gurney "Trees"

Against the naked mouth of Hell - Ivor Gurney "The Volunteer"

Mere pain the price of the returning - Ivor Gurney "The Volunteer"

Of things grown magic in the mind - Ivor Gurney "Winter Beauty"

In winds of Beauty swinging - Ivor Gurney "Winter Beauty"

Strong thirst past satisfaction - Ivor Gurney "Winter Beauty"

The tempest's will obeyed - Ivor Gurney "Ypres - Minsterworth"

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And the rocks gave back the song - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe "The Convert" (transl. by Edgar Alfred Bowring)

The prize long destined - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe "Dedication" (transl. by Edgar Alfred Bowring)

The grey willow that danced to the moon - Goethe "The Erl-King" transl. by Sir Walter Scott

Leave behind to conquer time - Goethe "Haste Not, Rest Not"

Bear it with thee as a spell - Goethe "Haste Not, Rest Not"

For one reckless action done - Goethe "Haste Not, Rest Not"

Meekly bear the stones of fate - Goethe "Haste Not, Rest Not"

Many a crystal palace built - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe "[In my boyhood's days so drear" (transl. by Edgar Alfred Bowring)

In the Muses' silent groves - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe "[No one talks more than a Poet]" (transl. by Edgar Alfred Bowring)

The cast no backward glances - Goethe [untitled]

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Echo mocks the cuckoo's cry - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "The Shepherd of Cwmdyli" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

From each rattling string - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "The Strand of Rhuddlan" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Boasting and bitter taunt - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "The Strand of Rhuddlan" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Have marked the battle's tide - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "The Strand of Rhuddlan" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Filled now with wild alarms - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "The Strand of Rhuddlan" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

When gloomy Jordan roared and swelled - Ieuan Glan Geirionydd "Why should we Weep?" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

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Which fly from hall and palace - Ieuan Gwynedd "The Cottages of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Their matin song of gratitude - Ieuan Gwynedd "The Cottages of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Make mournful music over me - Ieuan Gwynedd "Go and Dig a Grave for me" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Through death's portals I will fly - Ieuan Gwynedd "Go and Dig a Grave for me" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Rest till stars shall fall - Ieuan Gwynedd "Go and Dig a Grave for me" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The dark king's fatal spear - Ieuan Gwynedd "Go and Dig a Grave for me" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

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And Sir Galahad lies hid - Robert Graves "Babylon"

None of all the magic hosts - Robert Graves "Babylon"

Weeping for lost Babylon - Robert Graves "Babylon"

Under this loop of honeysuckle - Robert Graves "The Caterpillar"

Cherries of the night are riper - Robert Graves "Cherry-Time"

Gather here in silent meeting - Robert Graves "Cherry-Time"

When I sound the fairy call - Robert Graves "Cherry-Time"

Spurred our parents to the kiss - Robert Graves "Children of Darkness"

Their caress in the heat of midnight - Robert Graves "Children of Darkness"

Only acts of doubt are done - Robert Graves "Children of Darkness"

Unveiled eyes with tears are wet - Robert Graves "Children of Darkness"

That can keep horror bristling round the head - Robert Graves "A Child's Nightmare"

Sour disintegrations of Love's power - Robert Graves "Cynics and Romantics"

Web-hung blackness of night - Robert Graves "Cynics and Romantics"

Through the dreams of yesternight - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

With the rustle of the birches - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

Woodland fauns that know no fear - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

And make roses of the daisies - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

As the bee forsakes the lily - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

As the berry leaves the holly - Robert Graves "The Dying Knight and the Fauns"

Great winds over the sky - Robert Graves "The Face of the Heavens"

Ghosts of long-dead melodies - Robert Graves "Ghost Music"

In melancholy drowsy-sweet - Robert Graves "Ghost Music"

Bats at noontide rafter-hung - Robert Graves "Ghost Music"

Boats and barges anchored to the sands - Robert Graves "I Wonder What It Feels Like to be Drowned?"

Heard the bitterns call from ruined palace-wall - Robert Graves "In the Wilderness"

Great rats on leather wings - Robert Graves "In the Wilderness"

Groves of mango, quince and lime - Robert Graves "It's a Queer Time"

A week spent under raining skies - Robert Graves "Limbo"

And the ever-watchful sniper - Robert Graves "Limbo"

In my body lives a flame - Robert Graves "Morning Phoenix"

A morning phoenix with proud roar - Robert Graves "Morning Phoenix"

Laugh at chaffinch and at primroses - Robert Graves "Not Dead"

Down dirty streets in stench and smoke - Robert Graves "Oh, and Oh!"

Head burning and heart snarling - Robert Graves "Oh, and Oh!"

Below the ridge a raven - Robert Graves "On the Ridge"

We heard the lost curlew mourning - Robert Graves "On the Ridge"

Showed no wealth of sheep or grain - Robert Graves "On the Ridge"

Poised in marble thought - Robert Graves "On the Ridge"

Full of funny muddling mazes - Robert Graves "The Poet in the Nursery"

With battle murder at my heart - Robert Graves "The Shadow of Death"

Whispered love and muttered fears - Robert Graves "The Spoilsport"

Do not count your labour lost - Robert Graves "Sullen Moods"

Hating the laws that bind it here - Robert Graves "Sullen Moods"

A curse for treaties, bonds and laws - Robert Graves "To Lucasta on Going to the Wars--for the Fourth Time"

Must sit and stake with quiet breath - Robert Graves "To Lucasta on Going to the Wars--for the Fourth Time"

Playing at cards with Death - Robert Graves "To Lucasta on Going to the Wars--for the Fourth Time"

It's pride that makes the heart so great - Robert Graves "To Lucasta on Going to the Wars--for the Fourth Time"

Unicorn with bursting heart - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

His pride twenty thousand years mute - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

Breaking the desert's boundaries - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

Lodged among mortal deer - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

Held by the ties of space - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

Under shadow of myrtle - Robert Graves "Unicorn and the White Doe"

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The fiddle's endless tune - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Dancing Seal"

My heart answering to the call - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Devil's Edge"

A sudden sail of amber flame - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Devil's Edge"

Caught no glimmer through the night - Wilfrid Gibson "Flannan Isle"

Climbed the track in single file - Wilfrid Gibson "Flannan Isle"

As though we'd lost all count of time - Wilfrid Gibson "Flannan Isle"

Aware of its cold music - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

Mocking echoes of old nursery rhymes - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

They too had fasted in the wilderness - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

With nothing but the thirsty wind to chew - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

Bewildered in a glittering golden maze - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

Golden maze of stinging scented fire - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Gorse"

Broken meat for empty bellies - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Hare"

Kindling with a sudden light - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Lilac Tree"

Between the poppies' barren fires - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Notre Dame de la Belle-Verriere"

With crests of shriller scarlet - Wilfrid Gibson "The Parrots"

Flying out of black cedars - Wilfrid Gibson "The Parrots"

Set my heart replying and jangling - Wilfrid Gibson "The Parrots"

Tumult of red stars exultantly - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

To the cold constellations dim and high - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Until you burned, a flame of ecstasy - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Sudden April at my open door - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Fresh from the uplands of eternity - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Fulfilling even their uttermost desire - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Life's red flood in summer revelry - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Lethean poppies, shrivelling ashen grey - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Delights a little net of words may hold - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Rupert Brooke"

Beneath the iron bell close-bound - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Slag"

A core of unseen fire - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Slag"

A shower of cinders through the air - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Slag"

And gazed upon the awful glare - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Slag"

Attracted by the crash and flare - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Slag"

Kindled pale with promise - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

In new ecstasy of branching beauty - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

The jostling of glad throngs - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

The red-foamed riot of delirious strife - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

On a night of moon-enchanted tides - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

Weave a pathway for the dawning moon - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

With the cold spell of her enchantments - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

A vaster heaven of unrevealed stars - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

With clear rays kindled - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

Singing of unknown shores and far - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

Too full of bitter memories - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

All the drowning fathoms of the sea - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"

Stirs and thrills anew the severing deep - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "William Denis Browne"

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Swirls of copper blue and barium green - Ian Goh "Firework"

Jet-streams of oxygen spun like pinwheels - Ian Goh "Firework"

A crystal ball lowered into low-hanging helium - Ian Goh "Firework"

A dynamo of swirled memory, of fire-bursts - Ian Goh "Firework"

As strontium red and shot silver explode - Ian Goh "Firework"

Explode off the glass scales of skyscrapers - Ian Goh "Firework"

Dragons breathing white-hot magnesium across humid skies - Ian Goh "Firework"

As pyrotechnic stars fall on already fragile dreams - Ian Goh "Firework"

Imprints itself amongst the iridescent stars - Ian Goh "Firework"

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Swallowed with brilliant, glowing ambition - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

Changed over the course of centuries - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

Transformed the night into a beautiful mosaic - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

Tied together with bows of light - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

A map by which their future was ne'er confined - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

Pondering the dreams of someday when - Maxwell I. Gold "Where the Moon Smiles"

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Light stuck in shambles - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Watching neighbors become stars - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Our childhoods were sundials - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Sundered & stabbed for the Sabbath - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Photographing the apocalypse - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Watching history through the mouth of a shield - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

Even when we're scheduled to die - Golden "& When They Come for Me (Reprise)"

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Salt sculptures from an earlier time - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

Sometimes removed & always jagged - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

The sculptor saw the god in marble - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

No distance between bodies - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

Passageway that are their own harvest - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

Be a tourist in the memories of that place - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

To swirl, formless against each other - Amelia Gorman "Pickling Dog"

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When Night lifts her veil from you - Alfred Perceval Graves "Lough Leane"

Larks to heaven's vault exalt - Alfred Perceval Graves "Lough Leane"

The dyes of your mountain and lake - Alfred Perceval Graves "Lough Leane"

Old voices awake from your lake - Alfred Perceval Graves "Lough Leane"

Black as the night with one star - Alfred Perceval Graves "O Drimin dhu Deelish"

Star-strewn above the new moon - Alfred Perceval Graves "The Sea Singer"

Whose song on our heart-strings had played - Alfred Perceval Graves "The Sea Singer"

The stars in heaven's hollow - Alfred Perceval Graves "The Sea Singer"

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