somethingdarker | Aug. 1st, 2010

Aug. 1st, 2010

An earnest votary of Evening - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Till the brow of Night grew pale and starless - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

The desolate heart reverts to those far moments - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Earth and sky to eyes once disenchanted - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Lost hours, lost friends, lost pleasures - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Strive by backward reachings to redeem - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Vigorous thought, unconquerable hope, and high endeavor - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Keen with health, and strong for struggling - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

And never should his eyes turn back - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Alarmed by the heart's death-march notes - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Announce the upward chariot of the Sun - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Miasmas steaming up from sunless fens - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Freshening the murky hollows of the soul - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Floods of light rich with all hues - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

The sphered stars powdered in shining atoms - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

All night lay hid in hollows of the earth - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Of gratitude for mercies undeserved - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Outweigh the worth of all the angels - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Warped by its own bad passions - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

And breathe its vows again to idols - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

In a perpetual dew of benedictions - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Every heart sets up its separate Dagon - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Fierce Ambition breathes his burning vow - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Pass through the fire of Moloch - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Avarice at the shrine of greedy Mammon - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Crystalled dew from the hyacinth's deep hue - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

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Surveillance feeds on death - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

Grows stronger each time we mourn - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

More nimble each time it feeds - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

Each murder, a thinly veiled fundraiser - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

A 9 second lullaby in the dead of night - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

The phoenix's wings make the windows rattle - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

As a reminder to grieve silently - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"

Poet's page at poets.org

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Like thunder on my startled ear - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

Reverberates from shore to echoing shore - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

Reeling beneath the mighty plunge - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

To look adown the cavernous abyss - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

The cavernous abyss that yawns beneath - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

Flash forth in many a glittering wreath - Claude Halcro "Niagara"

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Alone beneath the palace roof - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

Scenes within her ring of power - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

In the nurturing warmth of your applause - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

Every power that bids the leaf be green - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

While the weary heart can find repose - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

Dreams of prouder hours to come - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Address, at the Opening of a New Theatre"

An evening twilight of the heart - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

A nameless feeling of regret - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

Cool breeze and the dews of morning - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

And the red lightnings threaten - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

Less dazzling in her twilight dress - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

The meteor-bearer of our parting breath - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

A moonbeam in the midnight cloud - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

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Glazed with the honey of their name - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

The dried lavender of their voice - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

And stab yourself where memory resides - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

Watch for the echoes of their scent - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

Let pythons wrap themselves around you - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

Till you learn again to breathe underwater - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

In the shower of an unseasonal rain - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

The silver ache of a snowstorm - Vijayalakshmi Harish "Cure"

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Recruited into the legions of evil - J.D. Harlock "I Thought the End of the World Would Be a Bit More Exciting Than This"

And Lucifer just threw better parties - J.D. Harlock "I Thought the End of the World Would Be a Bit More Exciting Than This"

Scrimmaging the hordes of Hell - J.D. Harlock "I Thought the End of the World Would Be a Bit More Exciting Than This"

When fire and brimstone rained on that nice little house - J.D. Harlock "I Thought the End of the World Would Be a Bit More Exciting Than This"

at the end of another life - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

gods in the twilight of the universe - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

for the little solace we found - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

alone among the dying stars - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

stricken with the fervor of cosmic beings - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

whatever we are after this - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

that I never stopped looking for you - J.D. Harlock "A Long Time Ago, At the End..."

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Fresh from the realms of light - Geo. W.H. Harrison "A Prison Vision"

That lies beyond Time's rugged shore - Geo. W.H. Harrison "A Prison Vision"

Whom angels capture for the skies - Geo. W.H. Harrison "A Prison Vision"

Thundering on the wings of Time - Geo. W.H. Harrison "A Prison Vision"

To pierce the mysteries of the skies - Geo. W.H. Harrison "A Prison Vision"

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Confiding in our threads of life unspun - William Hayley "Felpham: An Epistle to Henrietta of Lavant 1814"

In despite of sorrow's dark control - William Hayley "Felpham: An Epistle to Henrietta of Lavant 1814"

Touch the chords of a sepulchral lyre - William Hayley "Felpham: An Epistle to Henrietta of Lavant 1814"

The dues of faithful memory - William Hayley "Felpham: An Epistle to Henrietta of Lavant 1814"

A host of filial fair designs - William Hayley "Felpham: An Epistle to Henrietta of Lavant 1814"

A full reward for every danger past - William Hayley "On the Fear of Death: an Epistle to a Lady 1768"

Mutual raptures to congenial hearts - William Hayley "On the Fear of Death: an Epistle to a Lady 1768"

The frenzy of too rash desires - William Hayley "On the Fear of Death: an Epistle to a Lady 1768"

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This jumble of tumbled dreams - Georgia Heard "Room of Imagination"

Sailing in the dusty spiral of the Milky Way - Georgia Heard "Room of Mystery"

Thunder drums the skin of sky - Georgia Heard "Room of Nature"

Striking an electric scar - Georgia Heard "Room of Nature"

A gnarled stick clutched in my hand - Georgia Heard "Room of Ordinary Things"

How deep a mud puddle dips - Georgia Heard "Room of Ordinary Things"

Write the letters of my name in the sand - Georgia Heard "Room of Ordinary Things"

This globe I cradle in my hand - Georgia Heard "Room of Place"

Few molecules to hum and ping - Georgia Heard "Room of Quiet"

Among wild squalls of banded clouds - Georgia Heard "Room of Science"

A boiling furnace of sizzling rock - Georgia Heard "Room of Science"

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So lonely only rain will help - Jackson Holbert "After Rilke"

Formations that resemble extinct words - Jackson Holbert "Evil Nature"

The law is full of dreams - Jackson Holbert "For Jakob"

In which the rocks have always been hollow - Jackson Holbert "Fragment [As if to begin some process]"

And the stale snow stays all season - Jackson Holbert "Fragment [As if to begin some process]"

Give my suffering a name - Jackson Holbert "January"

Poisonous rivers make poisonous ice - Jackson Holbert "Landscape"

Breaks the last jigsaw of ice - Jackson Holbert "Letter from Nine Mile"

When the night climbs into my bed - Jackson Holbert "Poem with a Smoke Cloud Hanging in It"

The frozen lightning of the sycamore roots - Jackson Holbert "Two Pastoral Poems 1"

Count your knuckles in the dark - Jackson Holbert "2003"

So many dull, uncataloged moons - Jackson Holbert "Unfinished Letter to Jakob"

Every color backed away into the past - Jackson Holbert "Unsent Letter to Jakob"

My memories still vanish like salt - Jackson Holbert "Unsent Letter to Jakob"

Only in the music of passing cars - Jackson Holbert "Waking in the City"

Rivers don't remember anything - Jackson Holbert "The Water Poem"

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Beside them, the shadow children play - Jess Hyslop "After"

Only because it hurts to look - Jess Hyslop "After"

Shadows so blinding I ache - Jess Hyslop "After"

Their laughter flickering in the silences - Jess Hyslop "After"

A missile's flight away - Jess Hyslop "After"

I am the absence on your bench - Jess Hyslop "After"

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Burns up another set of firsts - Allison Hutchcraft "Though from Here I Can't Smell the Smoke"

Scrape life from gnarled hillsides - Allison Hutchcraft "Though from Here I Can't Smell the Smoke"

This tunnel of funneling waves - Allison Hutchcraft "Though from Here I Can't Smell the Smoke"

Rim of the world, smoldering - Allison Hutchcraft "Though from Here I Can't Smell the Smoke"

Spark and sear of holy cellophane - Allison Hutchcraft "Though from Here I Can't Smell the Smoke"

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Witched by thy Narcissus eye - Hafiz "The Divan II" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Equal by their common woe - Hafiz "The Divan II" (translated by H. Bicknell)

My fortune sunk in slumber - Hafiz "The Divan II" (translated by H. Bicknell)

From thy garden's dust - Hafiz "The Divan II" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Has with the dust been spread - Hafiz "The Divan III" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Adamant no less than wax - Hafiz "The Divan IV" (translated by H. Bicknell)

My heart abhors the cloister - Hafiz "The Divan V" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Supplies my eyes with balm - Hafiz "The Divan V" (translated by H. Bicknell)

As dust upon thy threshold - Hafiz "The Divan V" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Whose track was Fortune's way - Hafiz "The Divan VI" (translated by H. Bicknell)

On rocks or thorns reposing - Hafiz "The Divan VII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

The clouds a ceiling make - Hafiz "The Divan VIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Breathes a gale divine - Hafiz "The Divan VIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Bring wine that has the ruby's blaze - Hafiz "The Divan VIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

A broken heart to sell - Hafiz "The Divan X" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Talisman of magic Might - Hafiz "The Divan XIV" (translated by H. Bicknell)

The palace portal of the sky - Hafiz "The Divan XIV" (translated by H. Bicknell)

The language which the birds employed - Hafiz "The Divan XV" (translated by H. Bicknell)

From the still retreat of virtue - Hafiz "The Divan "XVIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

During the rose and lily's reign - Hafiz "The Divan XXIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Yet angels' hearts were cold - Hafiz "The Divan XXVII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Knock at Fable's portal - Hafiz "The Divan XXIX" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Or honey void of sting - Hafiz "The Divan XXXI" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Thoughts from joy's branches flew - Hafiz "The Divan XXXVII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Through this emblem of deceit - Hafiz "The Divan XXXVIII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

The bird of sacred gardens - Hafiz "The Divan XXXIX" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Into this net of chance - Hafiz "The Divan XXXIX" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Tell deep secrets to the Flower - Hafiz "The Divan XL" (translated by H. Bicknell)

A hundred signs of absence - Hafiz "The Divan XLI" (translated by H. Bicknell)

From my Moon removed her veil - Hafiz "The Divan XLI" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Abstain from sleep and food - Hafiz "The Divan XLII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

The sun which lights the sphere - Hafiz "The Divan XLII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

Winning Love's alchemic power - Hafiz "The Divan XLII" (translated by H. Bicknell)

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The tall kingdom over your shoulder - Seamus Heaney "Act of Union"

With a decadent sweet art - Seamus Heaney "Aisling"

The wind's vowel blowing through the hazels - Seamus Heaney "Aisling"

Girded with root and rock - Seamus Heaney "Antaeus"

Those in high places daunted - Seamus Heaney "Anything Can Happen"

The heaven's weight lifts up off Atlas - Seamus Heaney "Anything Can Happen"

Ice no axe or book will break - Seamus Heaney "Audenesque"

Ice of Archangelic strength - Seamus Heaney "Audenesque"

Ice of this hard two-faced month - Seamus Heaney "Audenesque"

Ice like Dante's in deep hell - Seamus Heaney "Audenesque"

Growth rings of iron, flint and bronze - Seamus Heaney "Belderg"

Derive a forked root from that ground - Seamus Heaney "Belderg"

A world-tree of balanced stones - Seamus Heaney "Belderg"

Gunfire barks its questions - Seamus Heaney "The Betrothal of Cavehill"

To bed me down among my love's hideouts - Seamus Heaney "The Betrothal of Cavehill"

Touched by sweetbriar and tangled vetch - Seamus Heaney "Come to the Bower"

Out of the black maw of the peat - Seamus Heaney "Come to the Bower"

The riverbed's washed dream of gold - Seamus Heaney "Come to the Bower"

Manumitted by parchments and decrees - Seamus Heaney "Freedman"

Kneel to be impressed by ashes - Seamus Heaney "Freedman"

One of the earth-starred denizens - Seamus Heaney "Freedman"

Their estimating, census-taking eyes - Seamus Heaney "Freedman"

The muffled drumming of ten thousand engines - Seamus Heaney "Funeral Rites"

Opens inwards to a dark elderberry place - Seamus Heaney "The Grauballe Man"

His future hung with trophies - Seamus Heaney "Hercules and Antaeus"

Into a dream of loss and origins - Seamus Heaney "Hercules and Antaeus"

Of votive goods and sabred fugitives - Seamus Heaney "Kinship"

Of earth dreaming its root in flowers and snow - Seamus Heaney "Kinship"

Mutation of weathers and seasons - Seamus Heaney "Kinship"

Inclined to the appetites of gravity - Seamus Heaney "Kinship"

The kite a thin-stemmed flower - Seamus Heaney "A Kite for Aibhin"

Rising to the tick of two clocks - Seamus Heaney "Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication for Mary Heaney 1. Sunlight"

Only the secular powers of the Atlantic thundering - Seamus Heaney "North"

The unmagical invitations of Iceland - Seamus Heaney "North"

Glinting in the gravel of thawed streams - Seamus Heaney "North"

Lifted again in violence and epiphany - Seamus Heaney "North"

A ring to store the memories of love - Seamus Heaney "Punishment"

Careful to test out the scaffolding - Seamus Heaney "Scaffolding"

Old bridges breaking between - Seamus Heaney "Scaffolding"

A line of turnips where the seed ran out - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 2. A Constable Calls"

The black hole in the barracks - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 2. A Constable Calls"

Only the bullying sun of Madrid - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 4. Summer 1969"

Talked our way home over starlit plains - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 4. Summer 1969"

Flourished the stained cape of his heart - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 4. Summer 1969"

Painted with his fists and elbows - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 4. Summer 1969"

Discerned the lineaments of patience - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 5. Fosterage"

Words imposing on my tongue like obols - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 5. Fosterage"

Birches inheriting the last light - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 6. Exposure"

A slingstone whirled for the desperate - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 6. Exposure"

Prismatic counseling and the anvil brains - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 6. Exposure"

Each drop recalls the diamond absolutes - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 6. Exposure"

Taking protective colouring from bole and bark - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 6. Exposure"

Under the masonry of state and statute - Seamus Heaney "The Unacknowledged Legislator's Dream"

The craft's mystery improvised on bone - Seamus Heaney "Viking Dublin: Trial Pieces"

The netted routes of ancestry and trade - Seamus Heaney "Viking Dublin: Trial Pieces"

Where bad news is no longer news - Seamus Heaney "Whatever You Say Say Nothing"

From gas and protest to gelignite and sten - Seamus Heaney "Whatever You Say Say Nothing"

The heretic has come at last to heel - Seamus Heaney "Whatever You Say Say Nothing"

Of open minds as open as a trap - Seamus Heaney "Whatever You Say Say Nothing"

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Uncultured bloom thy fairy bowers - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The flowering myrtle blows through tall arcades - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

At Fancy's potent call - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Each fair forsaken hall - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Exhaled from rose and citron bower - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Are dyed with tints of glory - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The rich evening of a southern heaven - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Tumults of a festal throng - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The footsteps of the warrior's wrath - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

In victory's hour of pride - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

A tyrant's stern command - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Sought the banquet's gilded hall - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

That waving pyramid of fire - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

That fearful beacon as it burns - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

In ceaseless melodies of plaintive tone - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Chambers peopled by the dead alone - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Deviate from her calm career - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

To grace the banquet and the tomb - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

By his guilt made desolate - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Like the hush'd volcano's power - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The conquering lance and shield - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The free spirit of its eagle flight - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Youth's buoyant spirit wakes for me - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

As the moonlight pictures of a dream - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

In stern devotion at her shrine - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Whose spirits all my thoughts control - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Which passion's breath could blight - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Vows that consecrate his sword - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

The dark hour of stern delight - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"

Rich province of the western star - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

To raise from earth a blighted flower - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

The stern pupil of adversity - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

The stainless beauty of her name - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

In misery's eloquence relief - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

Some mighty seer or elder days - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

High spirit of ascendant worth - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto II"

A thousand songs in days gone by - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Voices from worlds we know not - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Plumage streaming on the gale - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Answering well each vision - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

The many-tinctured veins of precious marble - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Wake their echoes to a thousand songs - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Torches on each minaret's height - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

That nursed each infant flower - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Sorrow swells in every gale - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Wakes to behold the void within - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

And build her eyrie in defiance proud - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

What vengeance fate can wreak - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

As balanced by a spell - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

From rock-built eyrie rushing - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

The unforgotten accents of the dead - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

To wake with tenfold strength - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Shall soothe my orphan lot - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Early to the storm resign - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

The stern and lofty councils of despair - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"

Crouch before the wintry blast - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

The last glimmering of your praise - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

Sons of the desert and the rock - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

Rise to the battle and the chase - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

No more can chase the deer - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

Strong to stem the torrent's force - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

Through the desert's pathless maze - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

Bid the aged cedar fall - Felicia Hemans "The Aged Indian"

To guard their own Thermopylae - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"

Fearful sound, at midnight deep - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"

Of the sword that knows no sheath - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"

Let not his royal dust be hid - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"

And hollow in the torrent's bed - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"

Hailing this auspicious time - Felicia Hemans "Christmas Carol"

On cherub wing aspire - Felicia Hemans "Christmas Carol"

Strike every thrilling chord - Felicia Hemans "Christmas Carol"

Or pyramid record their doom - Felicia Hemans "The Crusaders' War-Song"

Surviving empires pass'd away - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

The purple radiance of Elysium - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Strange voices of no mortal tone - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Jealous pride and restless vigilance - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Too full for utterance - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

To Ambition's altar led - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Martyr to a tyrant's rage - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Vengeance for a thousand woes - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Like their own volcano's fire - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

In proud supremacy of guilt alone - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

In tameless hearts shall live - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

Denies a tear's relief - Felicia Hemans "The Death of Conradin"

No sculptured image there - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of a Child"

Whose sunbeam rose so fair - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of the Highland Chief in 'Waverley'"

Vengeance alone may breathe - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of the Highland Chief in 'Waverley'"

Mingling with the torrent's roar - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of the Highland Chief in 'Waverley'"

No banner from the lonely tower - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of the Highland Chief in 'Waverley'"

The harp once loved by thine - Felicia Hemans "Dirge of the Highland Chief in 'Waverley'"

Grace Ambition's regal throne - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The wreaths of glory shine - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

In the lap of solitude and shade - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

With flowers of Eden twines - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Leaving the worlds of ocean - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The rude whirlwind rushes from its cave - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The slain tears of midnight - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Through sorrow's lingering year - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Hours of suspense and vigils of regret - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

To change the war-song's pealing note - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The full current of serene delight - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

And kindling raptures aid him - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The dread loneliness of sea and skies - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

And bind existence in eternal chain - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The bitter tear-drop of despair - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The stormy trials of thy lingering age - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The stormy tide of passions - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The shock of Peril's darkest wave - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

To brighter visions of celestial days - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

And chase the gathering phantoms - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Freed from every thorn - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Expands to milder suns - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Full perfection of immortal hues - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

With soft enchantments and divine control - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

Leaves her bonds of clay - Felicia Hemans "The Domestic Affections"

The seraph Ecstasy, with lightning eye - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

And breathe the soul of rapture - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Beyond the sphere of time - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Glowing suns mature with blushing vine - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

More than Avon's haunted side - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Morning-star of error's darkest time - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

And mocks the waste of years - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

As the blazing pillar led the host - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

With ardent hearts advance - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

And call each wayward passion - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

On seraph pinion spring - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Strike the harp to Milton given - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Pour confusion on oppressive foes - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

To feel the hero's fire - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

The tears of heaven descend in balm - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

May veil Apollo's light - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Thy kindling soul return - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Live but in legends wild - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Awful honour's consecrated shrine - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Waved on high the sword of fate - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Retribution frowning on his spear - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

In the temple of recording fame - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Whose fiat lulls the storm - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Restrains the whirlwind's force - Felicia Hemans "England and Spain; or, Valour and Patriotism"

Secure soft slumber to his bones - Felicia Hemans "Epitaph on Mr W--, a Celebrated Mineralogist"

For all he loved had room - Felicia Hemans "Epitaph on Mr W--, a Celebrated Mineralogist"

The dwellings of eternal snow - Felicia Hemans "Evening Amongst the Alps"

Reflected from the west - Felicia Hemans "Evening Amongst the Alps"

Far in the cedar shade - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Graves of a Household"

Where southern vines are dressed - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Graves of a Household"

Like the poison-wind's breath - Felicia Hemans "Guerilla Song"

The plains of the olive and hills of the vine - Felicia Hemans "Guerilla Song"

Where the deep elm-shadows fall - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

Voices that have left the earth - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

In the haunted chambers rest - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

Listening for those whispers clear - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

Those silver chords are broken - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

Her memory of their mirth - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "The Haunted House"

The orphan's portion and the widow's store - Felicia Hemans "Heliodorus in the Temple"

A steed of no terrestrial frame - Felicia Hemans "Heliodorus in the Temple"

His path a whirlwind and his breath a flame - Felicia Hemans "Heliodorus in the Temple"

His neck is clothed with thunder - Felicia Hemans "Heliodorus in the Temple"

Girt with all the terrors of the storm - Felicia Hemans "Heliodorus in the Temple"

Climb the wild mountain's airy brow - Felicia Dorothea Hemans "Hymn of Nature"

All your spells around them cast - Felicia Hemans "Invocation"

Falls on the placid brow of sleep - Felicia Hemans "Invocation"

Shadow from the tempest of the mind - Felicia Hemans "The Last Banquet of Antony and Cleopatra"

The proud spirit's veil - Felicia Hemans "The Last Banquet of Antony and Cleopatra"

Delusion in its meteor fire - Felicia Hemans "The Last Banquet of Antony and Cleopatra"

From his eyrie of dominion hurl'd - Felicia Hemans "The Last Banquet of Antony and Cleopatra"

A sound of gathering tumult - Felicia Hemans "The Last Banquet of Antony and Cleopatra"

Wild scenes of lone magnificence - Felicia Hemans "Lines: Written in a Hermitage on the Sea-Shore"

The wing of towering thought - Felicia Hemans "Lines Written in the Memoirs of Elizabeth Smith"

Behold a chain of wonders rise - Felicia Hemans "Lines Written in the Memoirs of Elizabeth Smith"

The lore of distant time - Felicia Hemans "Lines Written in the Memoirs of Elizabeth Smith"

To light's unclouded throne - Felicia Hemans "Lines Written in the Memoirs of Elizabeth Smith"

Relieved by depth of shade - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Bright with majesty serene - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Whose fount is immortality - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Half mingled with the sky - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Inflicted by eternal foes - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

The dread volcano's burning trace - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Now slumbering with their fame - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

Each departing passion's force - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

So mellow'd by the gale - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

The wild music of a dream - Felicia Hemans "Night-Scene in Genoa"

The trumpet that sings of fame - Felicia Hemans "The Pilgrim Fathers"

Bright jewels of the mine - Felicia Hemans "The Pilgrim Fathers"

The spheres encircling glory's throne - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Awakening from thy dream of woe - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Gems of Art's exhaustless mine - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

To breathe some spell of holiness - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

The pure lightnings of exalted thought - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Creatures of fire and ether - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Art survived an empire's doom - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Claimed by Art and time - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Powerless idols of departed time - Felicia Hemans "The Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy"

Lend to the gale a rich perfume - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

And grace the ruin in its fall - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

Remote from careless eye - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

That long withstood the blast - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

To gild Destruction with a smile - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

Streaming to the winds of heaven - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

And mellows every tint of Time - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

Shall weep for Glory's transient day - Felicia Hemans "The Ruin and its Flowers"

In all the blending shades of Time - Felicia Hemans "Rural Walks"

To dare the splendour of the sky - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Claims his heritage of day - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The gem which empires could not buy - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The rock no tempest shall displace - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Dwelling on the quicksand's base - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Few and distant on the desert soil - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The bitter cup have shared - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Some bright hour on rapture's wing - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Venom in the scented flower - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Garlands veil the shafts of death - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Embrace each distant isle - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Who will not break the bruised reed - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The sons of utmost time to bless - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

By nature's boundless charter - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Through paths before untrod - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The vacant eye by mind deserted - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Though pity's cheek grow pale - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The blazing pillar of her way - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The shatter'd temple of the soul - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Exiled from thy sphere - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

With science in the chariot of the sun - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The paths of space to sweep - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The untrodden kingdoms of the deep - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

That nature's springs control - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

By the bright lamp of thought - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Beacon-lights of ages fled - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The depths of time exploring - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Power pervade the living lyre - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Became instinct with fire - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Each passion from its cell profound - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Though bright the laurels waved - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Kept vigil with the watchfires of the sky - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The wisdom with salvation fraught - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

With an immortal's courage - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

That image of despair retain - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Such visions claim unhallow'd power - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Earth's empires on their march - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

A thousand rocks, deep-hid - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Waft us to the whirlpool's brink - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

A treacherous song allure us - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The earthquakes of that universe - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Poise of reason's sphere maintain - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Clothed with conquering power - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The edge of that unknown abyss - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Must drink the cup of trembling - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

From the dizzy brink recoil - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The masque of revelry and song - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Frowns midst the roses - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Mystic questions of the parting mind - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

One dewdrop from her countless store - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Bereft of that high hope - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

In cloudless sunshine cast - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The fiat of that midnight hour - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

The brightest vision of a throne - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Call on the watchers of the land to rise - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

From the bright fountain of her glory - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Strange fire upon his altars burn - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Echoes of the Sabbath-bell - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Devotion's voice in choral hymns - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Whispering through the cedar shade - Felicia Hemans "The Sceptic"

Prophetic sounds along the earthquake's path - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

The tempest swept the troubled sky - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

The stern control of many a grief - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

Trampling the vine and olive - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

The torch upon her beacon-tower - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

Griefs for nature too intense - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

That still and speechless hour - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

In Memory's temple shrined - Felicia Hemans "Stanzas on the Death of the Princess Charlotte"

The cadence melting into air - Felicia Hemans "To Mr Edwards, the Harper of Conway"

The future's dubious lot - Felicia Hemans "To My Eldest Brother"

In busy day-dreams roam - Felicia Hemans "To My Eldest Brother"

Each blossom of the soil - Felicia Hemans "To My Mother"

All the diamond's crystal rays - Felicia Hemans "To My Mother"

Grace the garden of my mind - Felicia Hemans "To My Mother"

Would beam with softer light - Felicia Hemans "To My Mother"

All the emerald's lucid blaze - Felicia Hemans "To My Mother"

No change can destroy - Felicia Hemans "To My Younger Brother"

Language to pervade the heart - Felicia Hemans "To the Eye"

Some spell of undefined control - Felicia Hemans "To the Eye"

Can pierce the mazes of the soul - Felicia Hemans "To the Eye"

Triumphant o'er the bounds of time - Felicia Hemans "To the Eye"

Worthy of a warrior's grave - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of General Sir E--d P--k--m."

Left Glory's isle another name - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of General Sir E--d P--k--m."

Breathe that name in Memory's ear - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of General Sir E--d P--k--m."

In victory's full resistless tide - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

Fate could yield to Valour's son - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

Saw the vanquish'd eagles fly - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

Saw no twilight of decay - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

No dirge's plaintive moan - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

Rear'd her form in tenfold power - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

What trophied marble could record - Felicia Hemans "To the Memory of Sir H--y E--ll--s, who Fell in the Battle of Waterloo"

Their echoes should repeat alone - Felicia Hemans "The Troubadour and Richard Coeur de Lion"

Proud guardians of the regal flood - Felicia Hemans "The Troubadour and Richard Coeur de Lion"

The Troubadour's wild song is waking - Felicia Hemans "The Troubadour and Richard Coeur de Lion"

To the island of the brave - Felicia Hemans "The Troubadour and Richard Coeur de Lion"

The choice of chains or death - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Blends with indignant sorrow - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Illuming all the midnight scene - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

In each commanding glance - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

That high soul's ascendant star - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

With a conqueror's scornful eye - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Stern resolve by woes matured - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Though the orbs of heaven expire - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Her course a torrent in the fight - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Each step of Edward's conquering host - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Their deeds shall hallow minstrel's theme - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

The nurture of our bitter sky - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

The rocks with their eternal towers - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Conflicts by mortal eye unseen - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Rise from the heart's fountain - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

This full tide of joy effaced - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

A way through tempests to the sun - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

And Albyn's thousand harps awake - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

To the high sanctity of song - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Traced in sunbeams on the soul - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

The pillar guarding noble dust - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Vainly seeks one votive stone - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

Stern eyrie of the cloud and storm - Felicia Hemans "Wallace's Invocation to Bruce"

O'er the wrecks of other years - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Need no prescient sibyl - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Where weeds and ivy climb - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Each relic utters Fate's decree - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Midst ruins finds a dwelling - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Shared a prouder doom - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

The fair forms by sculpture wrought - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

A grave in time's abyss - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Chain'd in the slumbers of decay - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Tints of transparent lustre shine - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

O'er the ravaged path of time - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Desolation wears a smile - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Phantoms of some tumultuous dream - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius"

Celestial footsteps haunt the hill - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

Lost in a dirge's harmony - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

Rushing with an earthquake's power - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

Dark as the ruins of the mind - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

A wandering soul betrays - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

A dirge for empires gone - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

To speed the banquet's hour - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

A blood-spot on the page of time - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

The sons of future days - Felicia Hemans "The Widow of Crescentius II"

Pyramids of fire in lurid splendour - Felicia Hemans "The Wife of Asdrubal"

The victors' tents with ivy crown'd - Felicia Hemans "The Wife of Asdrubal"

Bitter be thy chain - Felicia Hemans "The Wife of Asdrubal"

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Sweeping by on invisible wings - H. "June" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

The swallow is dipping his wings in the tide - H. "June" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Slow shadow, sailing far on high - G.H. "The Blue Bird" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

The down of that pure azure breast - G.H. "The Blue Bird" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

When the rosebuds hide the thorns - S.R.H. "Mabel" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.3)

With a proud defiant beauty - S.R.H. "Mabel" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.3)

Speaking sins words - S.R.H. "Mabel" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.3)

Like the tearful saint of Magdala - S.R.H. "Mabel" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.3)

Some strange, swift decree - Hermann Hagedorn "The Ghost"

Long purged of all regret - Hermann Hagedorn "The Ghost"

On their dread Sabbath prophesied - Henry S. Hagert "The Sleep of the Dead"

But forbear to stir the ashes - Henry S. Hagert "The Sleep of the Dead"

The hated torch of vengeance to repair - Henry S. Hagert "The Sleep of the Dead"

Empty promises of a broken land - Hawa Haji-Hassan "Carrying Anticipation"

But only served a reminder of famine - Hawa Haji-Hassan "Carrying Anticipation"

Into one net of hell - J.B.S. Haldane "Complaint of the Blasphemous Bombers at Beit Aiessa"

Who had trusted and obeyed - J.B.S. Haldane "Complaint of the Blasphemous Bombers at Beit Aiessa"

From this unhallowed desolation - J.B.S. Haldane "Complaint of the Blasphemous Bombers at Beit Aiessa"

A sphere out of the road of business - Sir Matthew Hale "Paraphrase from Seneca"

The stage of public action - Sir Matthew Hale "Paraphrase from Seneca"

But unacquainted with himself - Sir Matthew Hale "Paraphrase from Seneca"

A museum of rusted scythes - Donald Hall "Alterations"

Walked in a comfortless quiet - Donald Hall "Conclusion at Union Lake"

The uncanny affection of earth for water - Donald Hall "Convergences"

Underneath the garden's rage of blossoms - Donald Hall "Freezes and Junes"

With hearts as light as snow-flakes fall - Ellyn Hall "Bringing home the holly" [Laugh and Play, no date, Project Gutenberg]

The holly-tree with berries gleaming bright - Ellyn Hall "Bringing home the holly" [Laugh and Play, no date, Project Gutenberg]

A shivering giant in its glistening cloak of white - Ellyn Hall "Bringing home the holly" [Laugh and Play, no date, Project Gutenberg]

Old Dante's voice encircles all the air - Arthur Henry Hallam "Sonnet"

Without fear feast on the music - Arthur Henry Hallam "Sonnet"

Throw off the chains of thought - Jonas Hallgrimsson "Journey's End" transl. by Dick Ringler

Often the right way becomes unavailable - Mark Halliday "Hoops with Nets"

To believe that life allows moments of sublimity - Mark Halliday "Hoops with Nets"

Hot flash vocabulary - Barbara Hamby "Ode to American English"

Candid unguent of utter unhappiness - Barbara Hamby "Ode to American English"

By the power of his word - Jupiter Hammon "A Poem for Children with Thoughts on Death"

And half the town was breaking - Jesse Hammond "Confidence and Credit" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

And honest hearts were aching - Jesse Hammond "Confidence and Credit" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

Filch'd her fortune and her fame - Jesse Hammond "Confidence and Credit" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.267, Aug. 4, 1827]

Glow with strange significance - Patricia Hampl "This Is How Memory Works"

Hired for your silent hammer - Patricia Hampl "This Is How Memory Works"

This mansion made of thinnest air - Patricia Hampl "This Is How Memory Works"

Banished all memories of me - Mrs. Harriet S. Handy "Stanzas for Music"

An echo-tone of memory - Mrs. Harriet S. Handy "Stanzas for Music"

Where Memory the fabler dwells - Sir John Hanmer "Chimes of Antwerp"

The apotheosis of Ra's rivals - James Hannaham "Apophasis Now"

And blest ten thousand happy things - Rev. J. Wesley Hanson "The Fairy's Gift" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

And played a thousand merry pranks - Rev. J. Wesley Hanson "The Fairy's Gift" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

My fingers hurt from stroking the sun - Hao Guang Tse "to give the thing a name that belongs to something else"

With hardly a glimmer of light or life - Kerry Hardie "Acceptance"

My car tires swishing on the lying water - Kerry Hardie "Acceptance"

The crows balance and rocking on the windy lines - Kerry Hardie "Acceptance"

Yesterday it was still January - Kerry Hardie "Acceptance"

Choke down snake of shame - Tara Hardy "Body Encounters Barrier, or Stairs (Not a Metaphor)"

Set on weatherproof interdependence - Tara Hardy "Body Encounters Barrier, or Stairs (Not a Metaphor)"

Revenge like the stillness of snow - Jared Harel "January 20, 2021"

But have no voice for singing - Edward Nathaniel Harleston "I Cannot Sing"

Love as thou art worthy to be loved - Harriet "Lines to -- [O could I love thee, love as though art worthy]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.444, 3 July 1852]

Tenderness my purpose might have moved - Harriet "Lines to -- [O could I love thee, love as though art worthy]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.444, 3 July 1852]

When time has cancelled every trace of this - Harriet "Lines to -- [O could I love thee, love as though art worthy]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.444, 3 July 1852]

And shape dissent from light - Janice N. Harrington "Burn"

Will wrench invading roots - Janice N. Harrington "Burn"

I am interruption - Janice N. Harrington "Burn"

The still waters of the silver sea - C.R.S. Harris "Sonnet"

The glory of the moon's cold smile - C.R.S. Harris "Sonnet"

Reflect the splendour of eternity - C.R.S. Harris "Sonnet"

Behind me into the future - Duriel E. Harris "The Soldier's Dream"

Walls of eyes and teeth - Duriel E. Harris "What he thought belly down, when I was 8 years old"

Flesh of kerosene and black fire - Duriel E. Harris "What he thought belly down, when I was 8 years old"

Under the ease of my hammer - Jalynn Harris "The Life of a Writer"

To spend all morning dreaming - Jalynn Harris "The Life of a Writer"

The knives of my fingers - Jalynn Harris "The Life of a Writer"

In the cold stars' wake - Reginald Harris "Song [My heart was blithe at morning]"

Dead hopes and faded joys of bright departed years - Rev. T.L. Harris "The Mourners" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The burden of that faint and melancholy lay - Rev. T.L. Harris "The Mourners" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

In whom myth was strongest - S. Frances Harrison "November"

From off the cheeks of the moon - Marsden Hartley "Fishmonger"

Swimming on a young October sky - Marsden Hartley "Fishmonger"

Enjoyed the zeal of Arthur's rule - Herbert W. Hartman, Jr. "Dagonet"

Beyond some alien hill of dreams - Herbert W. Hartman, Jr. "Valediction"

Now the crucible is breaking - F. Hartmann "Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel" transl. by James W. Alexander

Sorrows quell our insurrection - F. Hartmann "Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel" transl. by James W. Alexander

Lead disciples to their sun - F. Hartmann "Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel" transl. by James W. Alexander

Sorrow's watch of sighs - F. Hartmann "Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel" transl. by James W. Alexander

One ghostly fragrance lingering - Mercy Harvey "Song"

Full of a troubled dream - Mercy Harvey "Song [Oh! who hath seen Twilight the solemn-eyed?]"

The sun begins to build its house of gold - Margaret Hasse "Art"

Alone in the attic of creation - Margaret Hasse "Art"

Paints an upside-down bowl of blue essence - Margaret Hasse "Art"

Found her patch of sky and shared her vision - Margaret Hasse "Art"

I will ask the rose - Walter Everette Hawkins "Ask Me Why I Love You"

Loves the dews of spring - Walter Everette Hawkins "Ask Me Why I Love You"

Ask the lover's heart - Walter Everette Hawkins "Ask Me Why I Love You"

Better than the rue - Walter Everette Hawkins "Ask Me Why I Love You"

Where Sorrow walks with Sin - James M. Hayes "Old Nuns"

The Dragon that our Seas did raise - Robert Hayman "Of the Great and Famous Ever to Be Honoured Knight, Sir Francis Drake, and of My Little-Little Selfe"

Unto his foes more terrible - Robert Hayman "Of the Great and Famous Ever to Be Honoured Knight, Sir Francis Drake, and of My Little-Little Selfe"

We shall have none such any more - Robert Hayman "Of the Great and Famous Ever to Be Honoured Knight, Sir Francis Drake, and of My Little-Little Selfe"

Across the wide bewildering track of countless eons - Paul Hamilton Hayne "Pre-Existence"

Memories far high reaching as yon palled star - Paul Hamilton Hayne "Pre-Existence"

Whose flickering grace faints on the outmost rings of space - Paul Hamilton Hayne "Pre-Existence"

They bring their dead to me daily - Maryann Hazen-Stearns "Embalmer"

Osiris' arms open and wait seventy days and nights - Maryann Hazen-Stearns "Embalmer"

Mapped the earth as we imagined it - Samuel Hazo "High, Higher, Highest"

From seashores to the stratosphere - Samuel Hazo "High, Higher, Highest"

Around a sunken circle of laughter - Clemonce Heard "The United States of Montessori"

No time left for deceiving - Josephine D. Heard "Sunshine After Cloud"

Covered nest of passions - Charles Heavysege "Magnanimous and Mean"

Fastened us to one common frame of mind - Michael Heffernan "The Empress"

Graced a naked aptitude for rage - Michael Heffernan "The Empress"

Wander the morning in circles - Michael Heffernan "Save Yourself"

A spray of lyrical hibiscus - Michael Heffernan "The Scent of Rose Water"

So torn by my tides - Stefania Heim "So Torn by My Tides"

In a season of severing and severances - Marwa Helal "the days is numbered"

Spirit spent to coalesce - Marwa Helal "the days is numbered"

Sleepless gnomes that haunt the night - Percy Hemingway "Love's Tyranny"

A shrine in the gap of our palms - Destiny Hemphill "our own names"

Can quiet the lily abloom - Stephanie Hemphill "Dance"

Promises like a cup of tears - Stephanie Hemphill "Dance"

Leap over what you fear - Stephanie Hemphill "Dance"

Do not be confined by the moon - Stephanie Hemphill "Dance"

Carved me in the semblance of a god - Alice Corbin Henderson "From the Stone Age"

Casting a silver-laced pattern - Alice Corbin Henderson "From the Stone Age"

Through my pores of stone - Alice Corbin Henderson "From the Stone Age"

The taste of happiness in the throat - Alice Corbin Henderson "From the Stone Age"

Where so many lies remain lost to winter - Gordon Henry "It Was Snowing on the Monuments"

An immersion in going away - Gordon Henry "It Was Snowing on the Monuments"

Already in the broken gone - Gordon Henry "It Was Snowing on the Monuments"

As we beat up the mile - Cicely Herbert "Horses of Tartary"

First sways the yielding frame - W.H. Herbert "Stanzas to a Lady"

Dissolve in Love's soft flame - W.H. Herbert "Stanzas to a Lady"

Such spectators we were - Niki Herd "Bird"

Unconcerned with the inconvenience of his presence - Niki Herd "Bird"

Deepest tunnel of unbecoming - Niki Herd "The Stuff of Hollywood"

Undrown from the incivility of this world - Niki Herd "The Stuff of Hollywood"

The solid bastion in the middle of battle - Nicolás Heredia y Mota "The American Flag" transl. by Edgar Peguero y Heredia

The roaring horizon of the bomb and the bullets - Nicolás Heredia y Mota "The American Flag" transl. by Edgar Peguero y Heredia

A crooked meteor slicing what's left of the sky - fei hernandez "Singing Funeral"

One million doves in the driver seat - fei hernandez "Singing Funeral"

Razor sharp petals as armor - fei hernandez "Singing Funeral"

Unsung mourning in choir - fei hernandez "Singing Funeral"

With no swords and no constellations - Lee Herrick "jap"

Though of tenderness they bring no token - Walter Herries [found in his papers after his death, attribution uncertain] "Good-Night" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Be mine alone the darkness and the sorrow - Walter Herries [found in his papers after his death, attribution uncertain] "Good-Night" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Strange oracles would stammer - Walter Herries "Reminiscences of a Reader"

Water knew anything could be a seed - Matthew Herskovitz "Water on Mars"

But never actually awakens the trees - Michael Hettich "The Angels"

As different from thought or song as a dream - Michael Hettich "The Angels"

When dusk fell, a clutch of black birds landed - Michael Hettich "The Angels"

There in that unfamiliar landscape - Michael Hettich "The Angels"

Only as the earth forgets - Ethel M. Hewitt "Heart's Tide"

Chalices of sand - Ethel M. Hewitt "Heart's Tide"

Whom Prometheus first defied - Luisa Hewitt "Ave Atque Vale"

Charioteers of punctual sun and moon - Luisa Hewitt "Ave Atque Vale"

Each increased the other's glow - Luisa Hewitt "[You lit your cigarette from mine]"

But left us ashes and regret - Luisa Hewitt "[You lit your cigarette from mine]"

Laughter across the intervening stars - R.M. Hewitt "Gaudium in Coelo"

The immortal sons of thunder - R.M. Hewitt "Gaudium in Coelo"

With night we banish sorrow - Thomas Heywood "Good-Morrow"

Wings from the wind to please her - Thomas Heywood "Good-Morrow"

Notes from the lark I'll borrow - Thomas Heywood "Good-Morrow"

The distinctions between diamonds and hearts - Emily Hiestand "Planting in Tuscaloosa"

Students of our fathers' disciplines - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"

An avid disciple of scripture and royalty - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"

Carved myself into the civil shape of a knife - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"

Pared until only the edge remained - Nora Hikari "Imago Dei"

Fill the ocean with melted ice - Arden Eli Hill "None of the Star Trek Ships Are Named After Confederate Generals"

Disturb us with the thought of strife - E.E. St. L. Hill "Parting"

Bitter black it falls between - Francis Hill "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Wake to my name called from nowhere - Krysten Hill "Nothing"

Punctuating the whole of my life - Sean Hill "Hello"

Deserving of the definite article - Sean Hill "Hello"

I'd climb for you the rainbow stairs - Mrs. E. Annette Hills "A Little Girl's Wedding Gift" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

And bring a star to bless this day - Mrs. E. Annette Hills "A Little Girl's Wedding Gift" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Please count my eyes your stars - Mrs. E. Annette Hills "A Little Girl's Wedding Gift" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

And golden stars bring peace at night - Mrs. E. Annette Hills "A Little Girl's Wedding Gift" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Where does the sea end - Robert Hillyer "Fog"

On the thin mirage of ocean - Robert Hillyer "Fog"

We are not quite alone - Robert Hillyer "Fog"

Their union blessed by a full moon - Alicia Hilton "The Blacksmith's Box of Haunted Memories"

Until all of existence stood still - Cheng Him "Declaration"

An elephant wept in ancient memory - Cheng Him "Declaration"

All they care for is ghosts - Noor Hindi "Breaking [News]"

I outcry the eagles - Noor Hindi "Breaking [News]"

Holds a butterfly to the sky - Noor Hindi "Breaking [News]"

Or share location with it - H.L. Hix "Blur"

Between my senses and my self - H.L. Hix "Blur"

My voice visits - H.L. Hix "Blur"

A shadow under gold streaks - Millie Ho "Beasts of New France"

The bullet-riddled aftermath - Millie Ho "Beasts of New France"

Your atoms scrambled and refused - Millie Ho "3D-Printed Brother"

Made real by their weight in sweat - Millie Ho "3D-Printed Brother"

The traveler's heart has a hundred thoughts - Ho Sun "At Parting" transl. by Burton Watson

Time balanced on a fish egg - Sy Hoahwah "Church for the Disliked"

Go to baptize the plants - Sy Hoahwah "Church for the Disliked"

Nature in her changeful moods - M.A. [Mary Anne] Hoare "To Wordsworth" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.423, 7 Feb. 1852]

Deep accordance with the harmony - M.A. [Mary Anne] Hoare "To Wordsworth" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.423, 7 Feb. 1852]

A concert of Creation on the wind - M.A. [Mary Anne] Hoare "To Wordsworth" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.423, 7 Feb. 1852]

Quiet star-light on a troubled stream - M.A. [Mary Anne] Hoare "To Wordsworth" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.423, 7 Feb. 1852]

And you could try me - Mary Ann Hoberman "Changing"

Sand for salt - Mary Ann Hoberman "Oak Leaf Plate"

Her appetite rules her - Mary Ann Hoberman "Shrew"

Where the gates of the Storm-god are - William D. Hodjkiss "Song of the Storm Swept-Plain"

Engulf the last dim star - William D. Hodjkiss "Song of the Storm Swept-Plain"

Snow-sharp breath - William D. Hodjkiss "Song of the Storm Swept-Plain"

The blinding, pathless night - William D. Hodjkiss "Song of the Storm Swept-Plain"

Stood before the iron sleet - Charles Fenno Hoffman "Monterey"

In deadly drifts of fiery spray - Charles Fenno Hoffman "Monterey"

The Wild Huntsman that shoots the hares - Dr. Heinrich Hoffman "The Story of the Wild Huntsman"

Back to your lands of light - Norah M. Holland "O Littlest Hands and Dearest"

Where the waters grieve - Norah M. Holland "A Storm at Night"

Spilling out the honey - Norah M. Holland "To Audrey, Aged Four"

Arrive without certificate or cash - Bill Holm "Wedding Poem For Schele and Phil"

Rolling dissonances doomed to clash - Bill Holm "Wedding Poem For Schele and Phil"

An enormous golden lion calm and sleeping - Bill Holm "Wedding Poem For Schele and Phil"

What pale excuse is this - Elizabeth Curtis Holman "After a Reading of 'Darkwater'"

Our lips sent up so sweet a chime - Elizabeth Curtis Holman "We Pulled a Rose in Summer Time"

The grinding hours since I left - Meredith Holmes "In Praise of My Bed"

The welcome parade put on by ghosts - Darrel Alejandro Holnes "Black Parade"

Shouting and screaming in tongues - Darrel Alejandro Holnes "Black Parade"

Through ghosts in a constant march - Darrel Alejandro Holnes "Black Parade"

River is time in water - Barten Holyday "Distiches"

The sick hart eats a snake - Barten Holyday "Distiches"

Pride cannot see itself - Barten Holyday "Distiches"

A mountain of sugar-candy - Arno Holz "Phantasus" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

In my round sea of tinfoil - Arno Holz "Phantasus" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

Mirrored all her angels - Arno Holz "Phantasus" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

To spackle our sorrow in ochre - Anna Maria Hong "We Were"

Speckled in splashes of sleep - Garrett Hongo 'On "Phantasmagorique #15," a Painting'

Who freeze in Dante's hell - H.J. Hope "An Alpine Picture"

Mind and will fought the cold duel - H.J. Hope "The Patrol"

The haunted silence quenched - H.J. Hope "The Patrol"

Where dreams come to surface - Ismael Angaluuk Hope "Dance Practice"

Whose voices made them tremble - Ellen Hopkins "By Some Stroke of Heaven"

Futures not free of obstacles - Ellen Hopkins "By Some Stroke of Heaven"

But brighter for conquering - Ellen Hopkins "By Some Stroke of Heaven"

Concentrate on every play - Lee Bennett Hopkins "Endgame"

Hear my silent voice - Lee Bennett Hopkins "Painter"

A tipsy Triton on the crest of a wave - Frank Horne "Immortality"

Heralded with the fanfare of sun - Frank Horne "Immortality"

A Sabbath-calm possessed her - Laurence Housman "Annus Mirabilis (1902)"

When in the woods I wander - Edward Hovell-Thurlow "The Sylvan Life"

That are my solace and delight - Edward Hovell-Thurlow "The Sylvan Life"

Which all evil can allay - Edward Hovell-Thurlow "To a Bird that Haunted the Water of Laken in the Winter"

Stir in the dark of the stars unborn - Richard Hovey "The Death Song of Taliesin"

Of the burning heart of the world on fire - Richard Hovey "The Death Song of Taliesin"

Into Divinity ever transmuting the clod - Richard Hovey "The Death Song of Taliesin"

A troth as just as had Penelope - Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey "The Excellency of His Love"

To match the candle with the sun - Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey "The Excellency of His Love"

Where the sweet hawthorn blossoms - Mrs. Volney E. Howard "The Dusty White Rose"

Through dark Destiny's hour - Mrs. Volney E. Howard "The Dusty White Rose"

In life's rugged pathway - Mrs. Volney E. Howard "The Dusty White Rose"

Where the grapes of wrath are stored - Julia Ward Howe "Battle-Hymn of the Republic"

In the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps - Julia Ward Howe "Battle-Hymn of the Republic"

Writ in burnished rows of steel - Julia Ward Howe "Battle-Hymn of the Republic"

The trumpet that shall never call retreat - Julia Ward Howe "Battle-Hymn of the Republic"

I call you home tomorrow - LeAnne Howe "1918, Iva Describes Her Deathbed"

As our bodies flake into stars - LeAnne Howe "1918, Iva Describes Her Deathbed"

As we turned the last windy corner - Marie Howe "Walking Home"

With an impulse thrice intense - M.A. DeWolfe Howe "The Blind"

Who were the arches the pillars of my life - Marie Howe "My Dead Friends"

Relief when the world gave none - Marie Howe "My Dead Friends"

Nothing to stop time - Susan Howe "Periscope"

All the way to zero - Susan Howe "Periscope"

Over the weeping grass they drift - Mildred Howells "Fog Wraiths"

Meant me to be hungry - Mildred Howells "God's Will"

Clouds and water block the way home - Hsiang Ssu "The Ailing Japanese Monk" transl. by Burton Watson

Dreams of home are ended now - Hsiang Ssu "The Ailing Japanese Monk" transl. by Burton Watson

Taking leave at the western river - Hsieh Ling-Yun "Replying to a Poem from My Cousin Hui-lien" transl. by Burton Watson

I turned my shadow back - Hsieh Ling-Yun "Replying to a Poem from My Cousin Hui-lien" transl. by Burton Watson

When the mountain peach unfurls its crimson petals - Hsieh Ling-Yun "Replying to a Poem from My Cousin Hui-lien" transl. by Burton Watson

Clear light that makes men joyful - Hsieh Ling-Yun "Written on the Lake, Returning from the Retreat at Stone Cliff" transl. by Burton Watson

Noises that fall through the yellow dust - Hsieh Shang "Song of the Thoroughfare" transl. by Burton Watson

Crimson fruit chilled in water - Hsieh T'iao "In a Provincial Capital Sick in Bed: Presented to the Shang-shu Shen" transl. by Burton Watson

Whistling while time piles up - Hsieh T'iao "In a Provincial Capital Sick in Bed: Presented to the Shang-shu Shen" transl. by Burton Watson

Not knowing the taste of grief - Hsin Ch'i-chi "[When I Was Young]" transl. by Burton Watson

Their whirling shapes accept no charge - Hsu Kan "The Wife's Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

My shining mirror darkens with neglect - Hsu Kan "The Wife's Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

And find you between then and now - Jennifer Huang "Fantasy Self-Erasure"

Kiss the cheek of my periphery - Jennifer Huang "Neighborhood Walk"

Touch like a long goodbye - Jennifer Huang "Neighborhood Walk"

West wind slaughters the lingering heat - Huang T'ing-chien "Once More Following the Rhymes of Pin-lao's Poem 'Getting Up After Illness and Strolling in the Eastern Garden'" transl. by Burton Watson

The sky dripping from his heart - Amorak Huey "We Were All Odysseus in Those Days"

About buying time & making do - Amorak Huey "We Were All Odysseus in Those Days"

Grind the fable of my life down - Jane Huffman "On Moving"

Tie my body to the floor - Jane Huffman "On Moving"

Stasis is a sieve - Jane Huffman "On Moving"

A punch that knocks the wind and spirit clear - Brian Hugenbruch "Worlds I Didn't Hear"

Acid rain from a sky the color of cinders - Brian Hugenbruch "Worlds I Didn't Hear"

The charnel stench of the end of the world - Brian Hugenbruch "Worlds I Didn't Hear"

Abandoned to the rocks - Richard Hugo "Death of the Kapowsin Tavern"

The tides of time run out - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"

Yet more prayers left undone - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"

Spread my garment in the sun - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"

Disturbs my fireside's stillness - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"

Unconsecrated ground cannot hold them - Jay Hulme "Seeking Trans Ancestors in Provincial Graveyards"

Drag my feet over endless graves - Jay Hulme "Seeking Trans Ancestors in Provincial Graveyards"

A scent of earth in the night - Louisa Humphreys "All Souls' Night"

Besides the shades of the night - Louisa Humphreys "All Souls' Night"

Sobs besides the sobs of the window - Louisa Humphreys "All Souls' Night"

Follows ear and echo - Erica Hunt "Lines on Love's (Loss*)"

In random thirsts rise - Erica Hunt "Lines on Love's (Loss*)"

In this world of digression - J. Hunt, Jr. "The Cottage"

Fame's parchment to fill - J. Hunt, Jr. "The Cottage"

Remind me of my own declining sun - J. Hunt, Jr. "Evening"

When my sands of life are run - J. Hunt, Jr. "Evening"

Noonday golds and shadows - Ellen MacKay Hutchinson "June"

Thy wild-rose sermons - Ellen MacKay Hutchinson "June"

Reeking spoil for savage hands - Percy Adams Hutchison "The Swordless Christ"

Once drunk with blood - Percy Adams Hutchison "The Swordless Christ"

And tread them to their doom - Percy Adams Hutchison "The Swordless Christ"

Twin spirits in alternate ebb and flow - Maurice Hutton, LL.D. "Introduction [to Wayside Poems by William Hodgson Ellis]"

The earliest pipe of half-awakened day - Maurice Hutton, LL.D. "Introduction [to Wayside Poems by William Hodgson Ellis]"

Weeds have become our asphodel - Maurice Hutton, LL.D. "Introduction [to Wayside Poems by William Hodgson Ellis]"

An echo and a banshee - Su Hwang "Little Matrons"

The sun in her height - Douglas Hyde "The Breedyeen"

In the glens of the air - Douglas Hyde "The Breedyeen"

A honey mist on a day of frost - Douglas Hyde "The Cooleen"

Waken relief from despair - Douglas Hyde "My Grief on the Sea"

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Only solitude is a lasting friend - Jin Ha "A Center" (translated by the author)

At the end of an imagined sky - Jin Ha "The Detached" (translated by the author)

Have attempted death - Jin Ha "A 58-Year-Old Painter Leaving for America" (translated by the author)

To welcome a dry spring - Jin Ha "In the Springtime" (translated by the author)

Reduce you to a lonely ghost - Jin Ha "The Long-Distance Traveler"

And follow no one's map - Jin Ha "The Long-Distance Traveler" (translated by the author)

Shaken by shattered families - Jin Ha "Misfortune" (translated by the author)

Invaluable in love - Jin Ha "Surprise" (translated by the author)

Their season of harvest - Jin Ha "A Visitor" (translated by the author)

Let your existence define the boundary - Jin Ha "Whether You Like It Or Not" (translated by the author)

To live effortlessly - Jin Ha "You Must Not Run In Place" (translated by the author)

To outsmart time - Jin Ha "You Must Not Run In Place" (translated by the author)

How steady those footsteps - Jin Ha "You Must Not Run In Place" (translated by the author)

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My senses wither - Hadewijch of Brabant (The poem title and translator were not clearly cited in the blog post where I found this.)

From fresh fidelity - Hadewijch of Brabant (The poem title and translator were not clearly cited in the blog post where I found this.)

New and afire with longing - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Fidelity"

To that luxuriant land - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Fidelity"

Row through all storms - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Fidelity"

However sad the season - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Love's Mode of Action"

Has no need of sadness - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Love's Mode of Action"

Tastes many nameless hours - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Love's Mode of Action"

To pay our greatest debt - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Love's Mode of Action"

In liberating consolation - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Love's Mode of Action"

Will triumph over the pains - Hadewijch of Brabant "My Best Success"

Because summer can console - Hadewijch of Brabant "My Best Success"

Be my rescue - Hadewijch of Brabant "My Best Success"

All without bitterness - Hadewijch of Brabant "My Best Success"

To rest in her grace - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Grace Andreacchi) "Of Great Love in High Thoughts"

Half-hearted in nothing - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

Done what love demanded - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

Make her free disposal - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

Remain in her glorious kingdom - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

In spite of all disasters - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

Although their coaxing is sweet - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Triumph Hard-Won"

Left without loss - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Vale Millies"

Left myself to her free power - Hadewijch of Brabant (translated by Columba Hart) "Vale Millies"

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Monsters of such an alien breath - Katherine Hale "Ballad of Jasper Road"

Silence and mystery and crafty, ambushed death - Katherine Hale "Ballad of Jasper Road"

Whirl of winds against the amphitheatre of hills - Katherine Hale "Buffalo Meat"

A soft surprise to strangers - Katherine Hale "Bush Road"

Through shimmering veils of harp and flute - Katherine Hale " CalvÉ in Blue"

And through it blows a laughing word - Katherine Hale " CalvÉ in Blue"

Scarlet still with love and certain doom - Katherine Hale " CalvÉ in Blue"

Cold as the heart of a colorless rose - Katherine Hale "Christmas Eve"

Burning out its way with torches - Katherine Hale "Crimson Pool"

Deep reflections of a fiery breath - Katherine Hale "Crimson Pool"

With a handle of porcupine quills - Katherine Hale "Cun-ne-wa-bum"

What an incantation in her name - Katherine Hale "Cun-ne-wa-bum"

Wind about it wrapped and echoes of old wars - Katherine Hale "Cun-ne-wa-bum"

Came shouting down the world to meet the dawn - Katherine Hale "Cun-ne-wa-bum"

A splendid flare of crimson on the feast - Katherine Hale "Cun-ne-wa-bum"

Listening in the forest, loitering through the silence - Katherine Hale "Enchantment"

Shining with moments the seven days steal - Katherine Hale "A Fabulous Day"

A companion I met on the far side of morn - Katherine Hale "A Fabulous Day"

Sometimes I shall play with a soul never born - Katherine Hale "A Fabulous Day"

Sauntering through a mile of sun - Katherine Hale "Going North I: White Porches"

Charred columns of burned forests - Katherine Hale "Going North II: Grey Willows"

At every jagged, ugly turn - Katherine Hale "Going North II: Grey Willows"

Forced us through rocky walls - Katherine Hale "Going North IV: Painted Rock"

Roadways of rock and canyons full of light - Katherine Hale "Going North IV: Painted Rock"

I who cut patterns, as every soul must do - Katherine Hale "I Who Cut Patterns"

The sombre casket of centuries of song - Katherine Hale "I Who Cut Patterns"

And words all coloured with the sun - Katherine Hale "I Who Cut Patterns"

Cut my pattern from a wind, and baste it up with dew - Katherine Hale "I Who Cut Patterns"

And cut my pattern from a wind - Katherine Hale "I Who Cut Patterns"

Have bound the winds and stars - Katherine Hale "Miracles"

Chant a willing ritual to forgotten faces - Katherine Hale "Northern Graveyards"

Dancing in a rose of joy - Katherine Hale "Pavlowa Dancing"

Rapture from a land of thorns - Katherine Hale "Pavlowa Dancing"

A rose of fire and snow - Katherine Hale "Pavlowa Dancing"

Your gracious ways that are patterned in dim stones - Katherine Hale "Poetesses"

Burned clean through and forged a sword of steel - Katherine Hale "Poetesses"

Bound me close by a mystery - Katherine Hale "She Who Paddles"

Comes the faint Persephone trailing through the dew - Katherine Hale "Sign to Trespassers"

Your taxi must be racing through the town - Katherine Hale "Sign to Trespassers"

Boots made for the roads we travelled in woe - Katherine Hale "Silver Slippers"

Purple stones throw back the shadows - Katherine Hale "Stony Lake"

Rode flame-like to the rhythm of the gale - Katherine Hale "Stony Lake"

Trooping down dim flights of measured air - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

Before doom falls on the gorgeous host - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

No cloud fortells their doom - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

Dim flights of measured air - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

That open slowly as eternity - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

To hold the feet of shadows - Katherine Hale "Study in Shadows"

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Learn the peace of lilies - Hazel Hall "Before Quiet"

An unspent vision gone - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

An old, old waking - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

Clean with silence - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

The indomitable stirring of folded hands - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

Only the hours’ pageant - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

The vagrant dreams of new sleep - Hazel Hall "The Circle"

Less of myself and more of the sun - Hazel Hall "Flash"

To an incomplete oblivion - Hazel Hall "Flash"

The certain dignity of death - Hazel Hall "Flash"

If I am not death's - Hazel Hall "Flash"

The burden of untasted death - Hazel Hall "Flash"

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Cliffs like suspended prayers - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

A labyrinth to winding wonders - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

Listen to the caves sing silently - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

The smell of sagebrush after a thunderstorm - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

A bridge of questions in the solitude of dreams - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

Deliver a collision of breaths - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

The way a heart can light a world - Nathalie Handal "Accepting Heaven at Great Basin"

Count your zeros inside out - Nathalie Handal "Amor en la Zona Colonial: Habitacion 32"

Invents a memory for us - Nathalie Handal "Amor en la Zona Colonial: Habitacion 53"

Wonder if forever exists - Nathalie Handal "As We Wait"

A shadow split in two - Nathalie Handal "As We Wait"

Contained the wind in my eyes - Nathalie Handal "La Carta del Capitan"

Perhaps my heart will stay uncertain - Nathalie Handal "The City"

Return to roam the same ruins - Nathalie Handal "The City"

A soul defiant with beauty - Nathalie Handal "The City Is Mine, Jay-Z"

Ways to occupy loneliness - Nathalie Handal "Counting Time"

Exchange redemption for freedom - Nathalie Handal "Dimensions for Interventions"

Wrapped in ancient symbols - Nathalie Handal "Dor"

The hill wearing water - Nathalie Handal "Dor"

Only our unmade hearts - Nathalie Handal "Dor"

In the houses of our past - Nathalie Handal "Dor"

How to organize our silences - Nathalie Handal "Elsie"

Learn how to leave - Nathalie Handal "Elsie"

Handsome and dressed in evening - Nathalie Handal "Elsie"

The sentence God never gave us - Nathalie Handal "Glory"

Sing what belongs to the water - Nathalie Handal "Granada Sings Whitman"

Allow his voice to take them apart - Nathalie Handal "Granada Sings Whitman"

Maybe distance damages us - Nathalie Handal "Holy Cosmos"

Where fear hides in a glow - Nathalie Handal "Holy Cosmos"

A constellation of hazy tunes - Nathalie Handal "Holy Cosmos"

Make use of broken walls - Nathalie Handal "How to Bite Hard"

A sea of ancient tunes - Nathalie Handal "Love Undone: Se Ou Mwen Vle"

Where your heart is from - Nathalie Handal "Nadege"

Discover what water gave you - Nathalie Handal "On Blindness"

A mirror of unfinished voices - Nathalie Handal "Santo Domingo"

Before a colony of clouds - Nathalie Handal "Santo Domingo"

Hushed corners of endless rain - Nathalie Handal "Santo Domingo"

That breaks grief in half - Nathalie Handal "She"

Allowed to grieve alone - Nathalie Handal "She"

A country in your spirit - Nathalie Handal "She"

Whatever is left of moonlight - Nathalie Handal "Tout rivye gen zen/All rivers have gossip"

Some version of a scream - Nathalie Handal "Traditions of Hope"

Fear that turns to strings - Nathalie Handal "The Violins"

Turning pain into hummingbirds - Nathalie Handal "Ways of Rebelling"

The echoes that once passed through us - Nathalie Handal "White Trees"

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But not like Sheba's queen - Frances Ridley Havergal "Coming to the King"

Within the fair pavilion of thy presence - Frances Ridley Havergal "Coming to the King"

Worlds decay and ages move - Frances Ridley Havergal "God Is Love and God Is Light"

The hills break forth in singing - Frances Ridley Havergal "Led in Peace"

Through the bitter wells of woe - Frances Ridley Havergal "Springs of Peace"

Now I see the golden towers - Frances Ridley Havergal "The Welcome to the King"

On His hands a name is graven - Frances Ridley Havergal "The Welcome to the King"

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Searches the solitary wastes of space - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Duality"

Like home-coming swallows that seek the old eaves - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "In an Album"

Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "In an Album"

The wind a hawk, and the fields in snow - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

Nor a star abroad the way to show - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

Aghast on the shoreless main of Eternity - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

The shelter and rest of the Isle of Time - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

Knocked at the door of its house of pain - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

Night at the gates where a soul would go - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Iter Supremum"

Where tears and hunger have no grace - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "My Friend"

Of the blood where the pulses are - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "On Ne Badine Pas Avec La Mort"

As the starling hides in the maize her nest - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "On Ne Badine Pas Avec La Mort"

My heart lay still in the hand of pain - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "On Ne Badine Pas Avec La Mort"

The cry of one who fears not death - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "On the Fly-Leaf of the Rubaiyat"

Who at the table feigns with sorry jest - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "On the Fly-Leaf of the Rubaiyat"

That other dreamless sleep of rest - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

To wait with only memory awhile - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

At the last of all our partings - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Love's sweet share of selfishness - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Within its earthbound depths did lie - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Nor any words that lips can teach - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Through dawns of tenderness I see - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Or shelter from the whip of pain - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

That may not guard the door that love itself unbarred - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

From out these parched and thirsty lands - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

A feather's weight that shapes the arrow's flight - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Just that one memory I thought banished - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

One last gem from the heart of the mine - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

One last cup from the veins of the vine - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

In the candle light on the shore of dreams - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

The prime and crown of their fleeting years - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

For a word from the lips of Truth - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

For a glimpse of the scroll of Fate - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

Each had a secret unconfessed - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "Songs of Two"

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Our very dreams have knowledge of the harm - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

With magic spell had taught my untaught heart - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Limned on the mind's retina - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Our dreams annihilate both time and space - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Its Platonized embodiment of worth - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Throws its gaunt shadow o'er our little life - E.O.H. "Dreams" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

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Has gathered these trophies of glory - Robert M. Hart "The Birth of Our Banner" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Which none on the earth can dissever - Robert M. Hart "The Birth of Our Banner" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Gather true wisdom from war's desolation - Robert M. Hart "The Patriot's Wish" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Let the sunlight of truth ever flash from his eye - Robert M. Hart "The Patriot's Wish" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Our shrine of devotion and fond recollection - Robert M. Hart "The Patriot's Wish" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Death on his charger in battle is bounding - Robert M. Hart "Sweet Maid of Erin" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Who silently languish in grief's fearful night - Robert M. Hart "Sweet Maid of Erin" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

For the daring shall lead them to triumph - Robert M. Hart "Sweet Maid of Erin" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

While starvation mounts the throne close beside you - Robert M. Hart "Words of Sympathy" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Then rob him of half of his home - Robert M. Hart "Words of Sympathy" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

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Now with grief and pain assailed - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

When the charging lines advance - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Gaunt and pale remorseless king - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Glow and dance in every vein - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Working loom of ceaseless pleasure - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Weaving without stint or measure - Richard Haywarde "The Beating of the Heart" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

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All the flare and fret of living - Sophie M. Almon-Hensley "Content"

Can deceive my soul with daisies - Sophie M. Almon-Hensley "Content"

The ceaseless strife of armed ambitions - Sophie M. Almon-Hensley "Content"

Now parting into scattered companies - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Crows"

Now closing up the broken ranks - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Crows"

Lingers in the shade of bending willows - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Crows"

Bowed with fell terror at this augury - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Crows"

With all the blessings of the outer air - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Disappointment"

A heart's low moaning over wasted days - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Disappointment"

My love's despairing cry filled hell with melody - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Eurydice"

Giant shadowed guardians of the port - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "An Evening in October"

Who sow evil and reap the consequences - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Futurity"

Spirits deep immerse in doubt and trouble - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Futurity"

By winding weeds embraced - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Noon"

The scorched air breathes its opiate - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Noon"

In the hour of need and day of trouble - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--Brother and Friend"

Where joy had built his thoughtless bower - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--Brother and Friend"

A god for some fair soul to reverence - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--Brother and Friend"

Will forget those days of mingled bliss - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--I Will Forget"

All dreams of what I know can never be - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--I Will Forget"

In spite of all our sworn fidelity - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--I Will Forget"

The door shut on our heaven - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--I Will Forget"

Useless to dream, more useless to regret - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--It Might Have Been"

Wait fulfilment of our hearts' decree - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Rondeau.--When Summer Comes"

To tear the glamour from my eyes - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "A Shadow"

And face the glare and tumult of the busy world - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "A Shadow"

Rising in the glow of Love's own fire - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "A Shadow"

Taunts me with just one memory of the past - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "A Shadow"

The echoed note of a heart's sad psalm - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Slack Tide"

Joy came as a lark - Sophie M. Almon-Hensley "Song"

That spent their strength against the unheeding shore - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Soothing"

Bringing a laudanum to my ceaseless pain - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Soothing"

Grown dull through many waiting days - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Triumph"

Flashed into crimson with the sunrise charm - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Triumph"

Through storm, and shade, and shine - Sophia Magaretta Hensley "Triumph"

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A place where nothing can die - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Darkness that lives beneath the leaves - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Bring our nights there without knowing - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Bring our fear there before the singing - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Bring our hands there scented of a river - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Bring our prayers that hide and watch us - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Where we have held the loose feathers of a fallen bird - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

Awakened in the land of the unseen - Lance Henson "Untitled [Here is a place where nothing can die]"

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A road our dearest friends have gone - Leigh Hunt "Death" [International Weekly Miscellany v. 1 no.2, July 1850]

Turns in balm on the immortal side - Leigh Hunt "Death" [International Weekly Miscellany v. 1 no.2, July 1850]

That smiled away their loving breath - Leigh Hunt "Death" [International Weekly Miscellany v. 1 no.2, July 1850]

The bees lag at the summoning brass - Leigh Hunt "The Grasshopper and the Cricket"

The glad silent moments as they pass - Leigh Hunt "The Grasshopper and the Cricket"

To sing in thoughtful ears - Leigh Hunt "The Grasshopper and the Cricket"

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Sunlight scattering sodium and barium in the atmosphere - August Huerta "Concerning President Carter and the UFO Sighting"

None of us could remember the shape of possibility - August Huerta "Concerning President Carter and the UFO Sighting"

Blue, fragrant, and angry - August Huerta "The Woods"

Children in their thousand-acre forests - August Huerta "The Woods"

The song made in and out of silence - August Huerta "The Woods"

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A city catatonic in its sickness - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

Wreaths of streetlights stretching - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

Watch an entire reel of gaslight unfold - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

A net of every name lost in the throat of a storm - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

A miscarriage of salt - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

A swarm of swallows to sacrifice - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

Candles drowning in gold - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

Everything we burned to keep the power on - Yong-Yu Huang "City Lights as Myth"

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If he could but have probed the truth - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

The tactless truth of the picture jarred - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

In his golden greeting no least alloy - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Had been climbing the jaws of hell - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Found them in death's dog-teeth - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

In their fissure of smoking heath - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Followed the chart of her soaring heart - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

In the bed of a river of poison - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Threshes the clover between our lines - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

In skins of molten ice - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

For the vapors that fringe the veil - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

As smoke from the roof of a world on fire - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Machine-guns, tapping a code in Morse - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

What were his chances of coming through? - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Deep dread but heightened your mirth - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Your idols' feet never turned to clay - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Never lit upon common earth - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

And you had your Candle's worth - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

And heart cannot count the cost - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Winners yet in its tender shine - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"

Per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site, the publication's ledger lists payment for the following poem to "Miss E.W. Hornung" at same address as the E.W. [Ernest William] Hornung who wrote the other poems on this page. They think it may have been mislabeled. Wikipedia doesn't list Hornung's children beyond mentioning a son named Arthur Oscar, and his wife seems to have been named Constance. Wikipedial also doesn't list siblings. Given the address, I'm going to treat this as the same Hornung.

Where you hold those fairy dances - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

With your subtle spell, hold our senses fast - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

Tyrants will grant oblivion never - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

Young Cupid's lances strike as deep as ever - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

Harbingers ushering joy or sorrow - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

Yet your mystery enhances - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]

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And choke the fountains of the heart - S.S. Hornor "The Broken Reed"

Will fester unto deep decay - S.S. Hornor "The Broken Reed"

Our hopes with pleasure glowing - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

False the light ambition burns - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Swift the tide of time is flowing - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Mark the flowers how they wither - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

The sparrow passing thither at the falcon's luring cry - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

All alike its terrors sharing - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

From its verge there's no retreating - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Worlds to dust in fragments crushing - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

When the trump shall wake the sleeping - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

As by Heaven's fierce lightnings hurled - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Curfew's tolling requiems of the dying world - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

All form the trembling, vast procession - S.S. Hornor "Stanzas" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

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What dream has fate assigned to trouble you? - Horace "The Portent [Ode 20, Bk V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

Such virtue as commends the law - Horace "The Portent [Ode 20, Bk V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

Whence public strife and naked crime - Horace "The Portent [Ode 20, Bk V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

Deadlier than the cup you shun - Horace "The Portent [Ode 20, Bk V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

Kings mourn that promised praise - Horace "The Survival [Ode 22, Bk. V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

Of deeds out-shining stars - Horace "The Survival [Ode 22, Bk. V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

While Charon's keel grates on the beach - Horace "To the Companions [Ode 17, Bk. V]" transl. by Rudyard Kipling

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Floating on the currents of afterbirth - Cynthia Hogue "The Changeling"

His hand extended to grasp the forerunner's - Cynthia Hogue "The Changeling"

All the dark feathered beings will rivet the air - Cynthia Hogue "The Changeling"

I'll shudder through root and stone - Cynthia Hogue "The Changeling"

Then whispers wound into my ears - Cynthia Hogue "The Daughter"

All the oxygen lit the room - Cynthia Hogue "The Daughter"

Nothing changed but my mind - Cynthia Hogue "The Daughter"

When I secreted zero at the bone - Cynthia Hogue "The Daughter"

Medicinal veridian of evergreen - Cynthia Hogue "in the meadow magenta"

To dim the sense of not belonging here - Cynthia Hogue "The Loire Valley (Solstice 2015)"

In order to keep open the possibly - Cynthia Hogue "The Simple"

This rupture filled the space - Cynthia Hogue "Spells for Dread"

Decoding the meaning of your recurring dream - Cynthia Hogue "Spells for Dread"

Marveling at the luck of communion - Cynthia Hogue "Spells for Dread"

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Cranes and gaudy parrots go up and down - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Go up and down the burning sky - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Dwindled down with shame and grief - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Bulls undone and lions dead and vultures flapping overhead - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Learning how to stand a shock - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Dreaming of a day less dim, dreaming of a time less far - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

When the faint but certain star of destiny burned clear - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

And shook the forest with his sound - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

That survived once the terrors of his hoof - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

The faint but certain star of destiny - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"

Picking a dish of sweet berries and plums - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Mute as a mouse in a corner - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Curled round a bough of the cinnamon tall - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

With a berry half-way to her lips - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Tumbling in twenty rings - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

To get even and humble proud heaven - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Now was the moment or never at all - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Tumbling in twenty rings into the grass - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Down the dark path to the Blasphemous Tree - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Haunting the gate of the Orchard in vain - Ralph Hodgson "Eve"

Moons not hers lie mirror'd on her sea - Ralph Hodgson "Reason Has Moons"

Climbed a hill as light fell short - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Rooks came home in scramble sort - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

An owl from nowhere with no sound - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

A pair of stars, faint pins of light - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

As wondering men have always done - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Since beauty and the stars were one - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

The song of mountains, moths and men - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Who face a hopeless hill with sparking and delight - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

At odds with fortune night and day - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Crammed up in cities grim and grey - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Who sing unconscious of their song - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Hungry sparrows in the snow - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

With spells and ghouls more dread - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

From here and now into the void sublime - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

In every key from soft to shrill - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

And loves like Ruth's of old no end - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

From lonely hearths too gray to tell - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

When pain has forced a footing there - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

A Darkness on the stair will not be turned - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Light in fitful rays and tiniest needles - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Everlasting pipe and flute of wind and sea and bird - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

The ruby's and the rainbow's song - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

That wells and flows from every leopard, lark and rose - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Every note of every lung and tongue and throat - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Every chanting sprite that lit the sky - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

Until my eyes were blind with stars - Ralph Hodgson "The Song of Honour"

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Vapors dark and gray as Saturn - Henry B. Hirst "The Death of the Year"

With his fatal scythe and glass - Henry B. Hirst "The Death of the Year"

From earthliness, and this vile orb of clay - Henry B. Hirst "Sonnets: Gertrude" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

My soaring spirit conquered at thy feet - Henry B. Hirst "Sonnets: Ianthe" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

The earth beneath the proudest seat - Henry B. Hirst "Sonnets: Ianthe" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

New-born odors on the sighing breeze - Henry B. Hirst "Thoughts in Spring" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

Brightness from the sky is lending - Henry B. Hirst "Thoughts in Spring" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

Flinging its kisses to the budding trees - Henry B. Hirst "Thoughts in Spring" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

The robin's mellow strain in wild notes gushes - Henry B. Hirst "Thoughts in Spring" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

Bidding hearts revel in enjoyment wild - Henry B. Hirst "Thoughts in Spring" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

Make curious queries to the Sphynx - Henry B. Hirst "The Valley of Shadow"

Crimson sky and crystal run - Henry B. Hirst "The Valley of Shadow"

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Growing cabbages or currant bushes - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

These things nature furnishes - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

Charm by dazzling radiance - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

Slogans and bands and banners - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

An energy and fury fine as a bull's - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

Tigers and wolves and wild-cats - Helen Hoyt "Cheap"

The kind wool of the blanket - Helen Hoyt "Rooming"

Smoothing away with silence - Helen Hoyt "Rooming"

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Trod it smooth and straight - Margaret Houston "Aftermath"

Gather up the poor, pale shreds - Margaret Houston "Aftermath"

Cast it by with hands all numb - Margaret Houston "Aftermath"

Moth and rust so soon - Margaret Houston "Aftermath"

A little skein of tangled floss - Margaret Houston "The Baby's Curls"

Crooned some drowsy lullaby - Margaret Houston "The Baby's Curls"

Half of his Eden sunlight buried - Margaret Houston "The Baby's Curls"

Liquid litany of heart-delight - Margaret Houston "In the Garden"

Lured all joy to soar - Margaret Houston "In the Garden"

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A land of fifty cross-roads - Walter Edwards Houghton, Jr. "Benediction"

Where the fairy desert lies - Walter Edwards Houghton, Jr. "Just To-day"

Walk with me in the twilight hush - Walter E. Houghton, Jr. "Love Song"

See beauty through the tears - Walter E. Houghton, Jr. "Love Song"

The hour you slipped away - Walter Edwards Houghton, Jr. "Recall"

A spendthrift hand to woo - Walter Edwards Houghton, Jr. "Recall"

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The Breath of pulsing Life - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

That cause the eye to quail - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

To torment souls with wild revel - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

With bony claws of razored steel - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

Through voids that roll away - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

On seas of thirsty flames - John Northern Hilliard "A Fantasie of Dreams"

Has echoed down the ages as truth - John Northern Hilliard "Iconoclasm" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

Your name to mingle with the dust - John Northern Hilliard "Iconoclasm" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

Scarred with sordid rust of years - John Northern Hilliard "Iconoclasm" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

Free from the ancient gyves that bind and gall - John Northern Hilliard "Iconoclasm" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

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A sonnet in my finger tips - Ben Hecht "An Invitation to Cheat Posterity"

The water beasts roaring in the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"

Stung to madness by the tempest's might - Ben Hecht "Moods"

Splintering their heads in a furious race - Ben Hecht "Moods"

Sweeping in a foam across the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"

The wild beating blows of the strong handed winds - Ben Hecht "Moods"

The gnarled black fist of the earth - Ben Hecht "Moods"

Stand on a rock in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"

Rush to you and embrace the moon - Ben Hecht "My Island"

Curling over the edge of the world - Ben Hecht "My Island"

Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"

A silver jewel in the ebony arms of shadows - Ben Hecht "My Island"

Lie in the velvet depths of silence - Ben Hecht "My Island"

A white stain on the night - Ben Hecht "My Island"

Bending over you in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"

The night is a black poppy - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"

Spilling a torrent of silver tears - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"

Silver tears across the black petals - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"

The stars are little devils - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"

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The wind shall be thy changeful loom - Robert Stephen Hawker "Featherstone's Doom"

The spell is on thine hand - Robert Stephen Hawker "Featherstone's Doom"

The bush with the bleeding breast - Robert Stephen Hawker "Aunt Mary"

Drew the balsam from the rose - Robert Stephen Hawker "King Arthur's Waes-Hael"

Breathe the thrilling reeds for wine - Robert Stephen Hawker "King Arthur's Waes-Hael"

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With peach and cherry clad - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

With silver thread of dew - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

The warp of shade, the weft of light - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

Perish with a season's wind - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

The serious moon, the flickering star - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

My midnight lamp and candle - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

Earnest gaze but idle hand - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

Simpler dream of moonlight - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

The tender dread of parting - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

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Your own path of hard turns - K.D. Harryman "Whipping"

Hauled taut and loosed - K.D. Harryman "Whipping"

This knot is a folded note - K.D. Harryman "Whipping"

This knot is a map back to me - K.D. Harryman "Whipping"

Stitch them tight or burn them down - K.D. Harryman "Whipping"

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Falling because gravity exists - Stephanie Heit "Chronic"

Middle with no way out - Stephanie Heit "Chronic"

Playing roulette with my breath - Stephanie Heit "Dear Murderer"

Shape me into driftwood - Stephanie Heit "Dear Murderer"

Make emptiness an acquired aesthetic - Stephanie Heit "Dear Murderer"

My mind as amnesiac reference - Stephanie Heit "Do You Have a Living Will"

Network nimble to alternative options - Stephanie Heit "Do You Have a Living Will"

Lose the concept of weather - Stephanie Heit "Forecast"

Signposts in sorrow & paperwork - Stephanie Heit "Forecast"

Nocturnal prowl on the edge of other worlds - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Hyena"

That run patterns into the brain - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Kudzu"

Make a cookbook where poison tastes good - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Kudzu"

Under the microscope of cultural critics - Stephanie Heit "The Murderer: Primetime"

The brain as abandoned city - Stephanie Heit "Procedure Details"

Held the mirror hostage - Stephanie Heit "Rehearsal"

Charge through dead end streets - Stephanie Heit "The Shock Machine: Neuromodulation Master"

Light bulbs aflicker in so much dark - Stephanie Heit "The Shock Machine: Neuromodulation Master"

Ferris wheel with tickets for sale - Stephanie Heit "Solar Eclipse"

A still life version of survival - Stephanie Heit "Testament"

A hoarder of insults - Stephanie Heit "Testament"

An educator of corrosive content - Stephanie Heit "Testament"

The flight patterns of its dreams - Stephanie Heit "Throw a Pill at It"

The subtraction of moments seized - Stephanie Heit "Treatment Room"

Inside the event of an emergency - Stephanie Heit "Treatment Room"

The queue to cross Styx - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

Not adept for this much gravity - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

No ambition to register - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

Beyond normal repair routes - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

Waiting to sail out into unruly ocean - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

More colander than container - Stephanie Heit "Waiting Bay"

No witnesses but the crows - Stephanie Heit "White Wedding"

To keep the outside from taking root - Stephanie Heit "Window Dressing"

Beyond the underpinnings of exits - Stephanie Heit "Window Dressing"

The seductive gasp of nowhere - Stephanie Heit "Window Dressing"

Patrols the edges of sleep - Stephanie Heit "Window Dressing"

Underground tunnel to the lowest rung - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

Vocabulary of doubt and down - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

The blank pools at sleep's bottom - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

Memories inscribed in other tongues - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

Steel pillar with cracks - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

Wishlist of crossed out verbs - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

Navigate by sound magnified through muscle - Stephanie Heit "Yours Truly"

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A gilded mote on blue velvet - Nazim Hikmet "On Living" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

Night descending like a tired bird - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

The river will bring new lights - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

A paper lantern leading the way - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

Fresh almonds on her breath - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

Sent me three red carnations - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

Our endless desire to grasp things - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

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The voice we heard at dawn - Ruth Guthrie Harding "Grotesque"

Take my dreamless rest - Ruth Guthrie Harding "In a Forgotten Burying-Ground"

The stifled need of you - Ruth Guthrie Harding "In a Forgotten Burying-Ground"

Shadows past the candle-gleam - Ruth Guthrie Harding "Song"

On the door of Yesternight - Ruth Guthrie Harding "Song"

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A storm of boiling earth - Joy Harjo "Anchorage"

Against some unimagined darkness - Joy Harjo "Anchorage"

Trespassers in the promised land - Joy Harjo "Autobiography"

A shining piece of invisible memory - Joy Harjo "Autobiography"

Inside the raw cortex of songs - Joy Harjo "Autobiography"

Fallen moon rolling up the bone railroad - Joy Harjo "Backwards"

When the days grew legs of night - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

Without winds becoming words - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

To bind a fox's throat with a gold bell - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

A lead line into the spirit world - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

Pieces of gold confetti - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

The gate of forbidden waters - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

The earth spirits were fed with songs - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

At the door between worlds - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

Beautiful beyond dolphin dreaming - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

All memory bends to fit - Joy Harjo "Becoming Seventy"

With sun and strands of scarlet time - Joy Harjo "Beyond"

In the song of beyond - Joy Harjo "Beyond"

On the shoulder of the dark universe - Joy Harjo "Bird"

The infinite glitter of chance - Joy Harjo "Bird"

Climb the stairway of forgetfulness - Joy Harjo "Bird"

Black willow shadows for walls - Joy Harjo "The Black Room"

The nerve at the center of the bone - Joy Harjo "The Black Room"

Shadows breathed in cool wind - Joy Harjo "The Black Room"

Balancing on a tightrope of sound - Joy Harjo "Bleed Through"

Inside a labyrinth of flame - Joy Harjo "Bleed Through"

Inside a ceremony of boulders - Joy Harjo "Bleed Through"

To walk in shoes of fire - Joy Harjo "Bleed Through"

The brown feet of tropical rain - Joy Harjo "Bless this Land"

To the circling around place of time - Joy Harjo "Bless this Land"

Echoes like a broken bottle - Joy Harjo "The Bloodletting"

Promises glued together with blood - Joy Harjo "The Bloodletting"

Sunlight on a scarlet canyon wall - Joy Harjo "The Bloodletting"

Their sense of concave horizon - Joy Harjo "Blue Elliptic"

Velvet deer stalking the moon - Joy Harjo "Blue Elliptic"

Falling from one sky to another - Joy Harjo "Blue Elliptic"

In a tongue of wind off the Atlantic - Joy Harjo "The Book of Myths"

The sweet and bitter gods who walk beside us - Joy Harjo "The Book of Myths"

Whisper madness in our invisible ears - Joy Harjo "The Book of Myths"

A common miracle of salt roses - Joy Harjo "The Book of Myths"

Of fire in the prophecy wind - Joy Harjo "The Book of Myths"

As our hearts walked home - Joy Harjo "Bourbon and Blues"

Backstreet truth teller - Joy Harjo "Break My Heart"

Even words are creatures of habit - Joy Harjo "Break My Heart"

Wrap you in its thousand arms - Joy Harjo "Break My Heart"

As if time were mine to give - Joy Harjo "By the Way"

In the precincts of dreams and poetry - Joy Harjo "By the Way"

A wheel in the houses of money - Joy Harjo "By the Way"

Opened its mouth to drink grace - Joy Harjo "By the Way"

Some of us walk backwards - Joy Harjo "Call It Fear"

An ocean of fear of the dark - Joy Harjo "Call It Fear"

Name it with other songs - Joy Harjo "Call It Fear"

Or its consequence of light - Joy Harjo "The Creation Story"

Dangle between paradise and fear - Joy Harjo "The Creation Story"

Torn apart by stones of fear - Joy Harjo "The Creation Story"

Invented to look like October - Joy Harjo "Crossing Water"

Too blue for falling angels - Joy Harjo "Crossing Water"

A sacrifice of deer for the starving - Joy Harjo "Crossing Water"

Play crack-the-whip in the abyss - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"

Forced to join the parade - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"

Rock with glitter angels - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"

Tomorrow I will feed the dead - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"

On this spiral of tangential stories - Joy Harjo "Death Is a Woman"

Dissolved from metal to salt air - Joy Harjo "Death Is a Woman"

This room of whirling atoms - Joy Harjo "Death Is a Woman"

Crossed through knots of a curse - Joy Harjo "Deer Dancer"

Waltzed with the empty lover - Joy Harjo "Deer Dancer"

Her glass voice of the invisible - Joy Harjo "Deer Ghost"

As nameless as the nightmare - Joy Harjo "Deer Ghost"

Your fire scorched my lips - Joy Harjo "Deer Ghost"

An explosion of sugar wings - Joy Harjo "Desire"

The time it takes a blackbird to understand - Joy Harjo "Desire"

The stars have learned to say good-bye - Joy Harjo "Desire"

A jewel of blue magic in your perfect ear - Joy Harjo "Desire"

Blackbirds in a heaven of blackbirds - Joy Harjo "Desire"

A fox of fire, a bird of stone - Joy Harjo "Desire's Dog"

Look up to the brightest white - Joy Harjo "Directions to You"

Find our peace here in the white - Joy Harjo "Directions to You"

Within a true circle of motion - Joy Harjo "Eagle Poem"

Small suns blessed by dew drops - Joy Harjo "Eat"

Will only upset the dead - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

Where the dead last stood - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

Road through human memory - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

All of our thirsty dreams - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

The bloodied, the self-righteous, and the forsaken - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

The final verse is always the trees - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

Sing it to the guardian trees - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

Who stay here to care for memory - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"

Embracing stars of all colors - Joy Harjo "First Morning"

In one blink of star time - Joy Harjo "First Morning"

The gods weaving against sundown - Joy Harjo "For Alva Benson, And For Those Who Have Learned to Speak"

The dazzling whirlwind of our anger - Joy Harjo "For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, Whose Spirit Is Present Here and in the Dappled Stars (for we remember the story and must tell it again so we may all live)"

A language that could free you - Joy Harjo "For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, Whose Spirit Is Present Here and in the Dappled Stars (for we remember the story and must tell it again so we may all live)"

Embers burning in their hands - Joy Harjo "For Earth's Grandsons"

Through the miles of relentless exile - Joy Harjo "For Earth's Grandsons"

All the way to sunrise - Joy Harjo "For Earth's Grandsons"

The stagger in your eyes - Joy Harjo "The Friday Before the Long Weekend"

From the broken mask of change - Joy Harjo "Fury of Rain"

Naked to their electric skeletons - Joy Harjo "Fury of Rain"

The haunting voices of the starved - Joy Harjo "Grace"

The year we had nothing to lose - Joy Harjo "Grace"

The cursed country of the fox - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Our thermostat dreams - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Lost a winter in stubborn memory - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Skated through fields of ghosts - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Through fields of ghosts - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Through a season of false midnights - Joy Harjo "Grace"

A promise of balance - Joy Harjo "Grace"

With the hope of children and corn - Joy Harjo "Grace"

A white buffalo escaped from memory - Joy Harjo "Grace"

Boat of potent fever - Joy Harjo "Granddaughters"

Berries made of promises - Joy Harjo "Granddaughters"

Or some strange wind whistling hard - Joy Harjo "A Hard Rain"

From a cup of frothy stars - Joy Harjo "Healing Animal"

Love in the fluid shape of a saxophone - Joy Harjo "Healing Animal"

Tasted the bittersweet roots of this crazy world - Joy Harjo "Healing Animal"

A crystal wall with a thousand mouths - Joy Harjo "Healing Animal"

With the secret antelope of compassion - Joy Harjo "Healing Animal"

Complete patterns in her hands - Joy Harjo "Heartbeat"

Takes the hand of the moon - Joy Harjo "Heartbeat"

Our bones are built of spirals - Joy Harjo "Heartshed"

Magic burned into the roots of antelope words - Joy Harjo "Hieroglyphic"

In the bowels of the concrete monster - Joy Harjo "Hieroglyphic"

A phoenix of swallowed myths - Joy Harjo "Hieroglyphic"

When the mythic spiral of time turned - Joy Harjo "Hieroglyphic"

Sleeping in the mind of the snake - Joy Harjo "Hieroglyphic"

Woodpeckers the size of the sun - Joy Harjo "How to Write a Poem in a Time of War"

Slippery with dew and laughter - Joy Harjo "How to Write a Poem in a Time of War"

This is memory shredded - Joy Harjo "How to Write a Poem in a Time of War"

Stones bearing libraries of the winds - Joy Harjo "How to Write a Poem in a Time of War"

Sends his eyes over the horizon - Joy Harjo "'I Wonder What You Are Thinking'"

Ghostly shapes of light years reversed - Joy Harjo "Javelina"

With a song at the torn edge - Joy Harjo "Javelina"

Each star rang with separate colored hue - Joy Harjo "Kansas City"

Etched on the surface of their bones - Joy Harjo "Kansas City"

Wrapped in buckskin and silver - Joy Harjo "Kansas City"

Waving at the last train to leave - Joy Harjo "Kansas City"

A thousand mile escape homeward - Joy Harjo "Leaving"

Into the night of a split world - Joy Harjo "Legacy"

Unless this light becomes a bayonet of sound - Joy Harjo "Mercy"

The salvation of spring - Joy Harjo "Mercy"

In the arms of another sky - Joy Harjo "Moonlight"

What an anchor his feet provide - Joy Harjo "My Man's Feet"

Opens all the doors of our hearts - Joy Harjo "My Man's Feet"

Old bones of lava beds - Joy Harjo "Nandia"

In me like a labyrinth of knives - Joy Harjo "Nautilus"

Voices buried in the Mississippi mud - Joy Harjo "New Orleans"

Into the history of living bone - Joy Harjo "Night Out"

In the center of a dream war - Joy Harjo "Nine Below"

Through the shimmering houses of the gods - Joy Harjo "Nine Below"

Disappear in a paradise of midnight - Joy Harjo "Nine Lives"

The crack of a perfumed nightmare - Joy Harjo "Nine Lives"

Their wings of fragile promises - Joy Harjo "Nine Lives"

Within a crescendo of abalone light - Joy Harjo "Nine Lives"

Turns on the heels of sunset - Joy Harjo "Original Memory"

Imagining another spin of the wheel - Joy Harjo "Original Memory"

This slit of impossible time - Joy Harjo "Original Memory"

Eating of the last sweet bite - Joy Harjo "Perhaps the World Ends Here"

Our dreams drink coffee with us - Joy Harjo "Perhaps the World Ends Here"

Enemies and the ghosts of memories - Joy Harjo "Perhaps the World Ends Here"

An umbrella in the sun - Joy Harjo "Perhaps the World Ends Here"

Made singers of tricksters - Joy Harjo "Rabbit Invents the Saxophone"

Love at the end of the train line - Joy Harjo "Rainy Night"

Rhetoric made of too much rum - Joy Harjo "The Real Revolution is Love,"

The language of damp earth - Joy Harjo "The Real Revolution is Love,"

Beneath a banana tree at noon - Joy Harjo "The Real Revolution is Love,"

Through the cloud of rum and laughter - Joy Harjo "The Real Revolution is Love,"

At the shore of all knowledge - Joy Harjo "Reconciliation: A Prayer"

Strands broken from the web of life - Joy Harjo "Reconciliation: A Prayer"

The urgent chirper, fledgling flier - Joy Harjo "Redbird Love"

When spring rolled out its green - Joy Harjo "Redbird Love"

That one you circle back to - Joy Harjo "Redbird Love"

The sacred world lifts up its head to notice - Joy Harjo "Redbird Love"

The timeless room of lost poetry - Joy Harjo "A Refuge in the Smallest of Places"

Know each of the star's stories - Joy Harjo "Remember"

Remember the sky that you were born under - Joy Harjo "Remember"

Remember the moon - Joy Harjo "Remember"

Remember the sun’s birth - Joy Harjo "Remember"

The strongest point of time - Joy Harjo "Remember"

Giving away to night - Joy Harjo "Remember"

Words that sting like bitter limes - Joy Harjo "Resurrection"

Sweet melody is the undercurrent of gunfire - Joy Harjo "Resurrection"

Believing the trickery of the heart - Joy Harjo "The Returning"

Stumbled down into your own shadow - Joy Harjo "The Returning"

In the fog of thin hope - Joy Harjo "Running"

The truth with its eyes staring back at me - Joy Harjo "Running"

Blows lilacs out of the east - Joy Harjo "Santa Fe"

The lilacs have taken over - Joy Harjo "Santa Fe"

Spill out from the spokes of his wheels - Joy Harjo "Santa Fe"

A piece of time the size of a nickel - Joy Harjo "Santa Fe"

The fox breaking through the lilacs - Joy Harjo "Santa Fe"

Thrown open to the need of stars - Joy Harjo "Seven Generations"

Dance the weave of joy and tears - Joy Harjo "Seven Generations"

Lit with the sunrise of forever - Joy Harjo "Seven Generations"

Who were bodies of sand - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Who were maps drawn of blood - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Who were clay and would break - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Who waltzed nightly on the moon - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Out of fear of the silence - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Knives to protect themselves from ghosts - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: I. She Had Some Horses"

Running towards a cracked sky - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: II. Two Horses"

In an ocean of telephone sound - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: III. Drowning Horses"

An ice horse galloping into fire - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: IV. Ice Horses"

Lizards coming out of rivers of lava - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: V. Explosion"

With their hearts of sleeping volcanoes - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: V. Explosion"

Sky tethered to the changing earth - Joy Harjo "She Remembers the Future"

Should I dream you afraid - Joy Harjo "She Remembers the Future"

Into the cutting edge of the sky - Joy Harjo "She Remembers the Future"

Pried from the earth with shovels of grief - Joy Harjo "Singing Everything"

Emerging from the floods and fires - Joy Harjo "Singing Everything"

Must be friends with silence - Joy Harjo "Singing Everything"

Echoes all forgotten dreams - Joy Harjo "Skeleton of Winter"

Part of this web of motion - Joy Harjo "Skeleton of Winter"

With no blade edge against ourselves - Joy Harjo "Song for Thantog"

In the fragile weft of ebony night - Joy Harjo "Song for the Deer and Myself to Return On"

Your ceremony of grieving - Joy Harjo "The Story Wheel"

Flowers that have cupped the sun - Joy Harjo "Summer Night"

Children's invisible voices - Joy Harjo "Summer Night"

The sound of a thousand silences - Joy Harjo "Summer Night"

The arms of night in the arms of day - Joy Harjo "Summer Night"

Blooming in the miraculous dark - Joy Harjo "Summer Night"

When time threaded earth and sky - Joy Harjo "Tobacco Origin Story"

Grew plant ladders to the the stars - Joy Harjo "Tobacco Origin Story"

When time waved through the corn - Joy Harjo "Tobacco Origin Story"

The raw stalks of beginning - Joy Harjo "Tobacco Origin Story"

Root deeply dark - Joy Harjo "Tobacco Origin Story"

A blackbird laughing in the frozen air - Joy Harjo "Transformations"

Guards a piece of light - Joy Harjo "Transformations"

From the center of miracles - Joy Harjo "Transformations"

Added to an irrational number - Joy Harjo "Unmailed Letter"

Mixed faith with your distraction - Joy Harjo "Unmailed Letter"

Jumping hoops of water - Joy Harjo "Unmailed Letter"

Teach me the fine art of subtraction - Joy Harjo "Unmailed Letter"

A snail's moist web of moonlight - Joy Harjo "Untitled"

The rainbow was a crack in the universe - Joy Harjo "Vision"

Caught in a knot of regret - Joy Harjo "Washing My Mother's Body"

One of those old homemade heartbreak songs - Joy Harjo "Washing My Mother's Body"

Back into the tempest of dreams - Joy Harjo "We Encounter Nat King Cole as We Invent the Future"

A steady tattoo of roses - Joy Harjo "We Encounter Nat King Cole as We Invent the Future"

Into the geometry of dreams - Joy Harjo "We Encounter Nat King Cole as We Invent the Future"

The design drawn from nightmares - Joy Harjo "We Must Call a Meeting"

A language of lizards and storms - Joy Harjo "We Must Call a Meeting"

Make prayers of clear stone - Joy Harjo "We Must Call a Meeting"

By scarlet waters of belief - Joy Harjo "Weapons, or What I Have Taken in My Hand to Speak When I Have No Words"

To answer the winds in song - Joy Harjo "Weapons, or What I Have Taken in My Hand to Speak When I Have No Words"

Here at the dawn of forever - Joy Harjo "Weapons, or What I Have Taken in My Hand to Speak When I Have No Words"

Sang the sky to eternity - Joy Harjo "Weapons, or What I Have Taken in My Hand to Speak When I Have No Words"

The ways the stars entered your blood - Joy Harjo "What Music"

The bones that cracked in your heart - Joy Harjo "What Music"

Paws like a long arctic night - Joy Harjo "White Bear"

Carved of ebony and ice - Joy Harjo "White Bear"

A blur through the dandelions - Joy Harjo "A Winning Hand"

Only the magnetism of ghosts driving us - Joy Harjo "A Winning Hand"

In this field of tens and one-eyed jacks - Joy Harjo "A Winning Hand"

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And the scene is caught - Avis Harley "Catching a Butterfly (1)"

Within a sunless spring - Avis Harley "Catching a Butterfly (2)"

Caught upon a buried sky - Avis Harley "Catching a Butterfly (2)"

Apples summer left behind - Avis Harley "Feet Treat"

Sun laced with night - Avis Harley "Opposites"

A sip or two of sweet summer - Avis Harley "Sipping Supper"

A whisper from ancient roots - Avis Harley "The Skyway to Mexico"

Ends this gorging bliss - Avis Harley "Worldly Wise"

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As an egg is full of meat - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Aunt Chloe's Politics"

Windows of agates, and gates of carbuncles - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Fairest courts and portals - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Build with fadeless rubies - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Close not heart nor hand - Frances E.W. Harper "Burial of Sarah"

To weave for Earth a chaplet - Frances E.W. Harper "The Crocuses"

A tremor of the winter - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

Sunbeams gave them welcome - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

The crocuses were first - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

Welcome children of the Spring - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

With sun-kisses all aflame - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

Dewdrops and the morning sun - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

Harnessed his lightning steeds - Frances E.W. Harper "Death of the Old Sea-King"

Through a path of flame and fire - Frances E.W. Harper "Death of the Old Sea-King"

Life's shattered cords of music - Frances E.W. Harper "Dedication Poem"

Pressed to my lips a stone - Frances E.W. Harper "A Double Standard"

No golden weights can turn the scale - Frances E.W. Harper "A Double Standard"

And saints were casting down their crowns - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Fishers of Men"

And gather the bruised grain - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Vineyards that drink the golden light - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Turned from the sun's fierce glare - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Mingled and mixed in her cup - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Sweet as the dollar's chime - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

New wealth to his golden store - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Starving, but not for bread - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Life's dangers and alarms - Frances E.W. Harper "A Grain of Sand"

Tigers with their stealthy tread - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Like muffled thunders breaking - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Rome with all her pride and power - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Whose hearts would flow together - Frances E.W. Harper "Home, Sweet Home"

Where death's pale angels tread - Frances E. Watkins Harper "I Thirst"

The saints all crowned with glory - Frances E.W. Harper "Jamie's Puzzle"

Belshazzar raised his eyes and saw - Frances E. Watkins Harper "The Jewish Grandfather's Story"

Holy horror blanch each brow - Frances E.W. Harper "The Martyr of Alabama"

Tarnish of moth and rust - Frances E.W. Harper "Mother's Treasures"

The treasure house of thought - Frances E.W. Harper "My Mother's Kiss"

Drenched with burning tears - Frances E.W. Harper "Nothing and Something"

On the crimson fields of strife - Frances E.W. Harper "Our Hero"

A lamb not sheltered in any fold - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Out in the Cold"

Hearing the wolves of hunger bark - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Out in the Cold"

From whose trusted hands came oracles - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

And want consorts with crime - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

To plant the roots of coming years - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

Around the couch of night - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

When the cyclone breathes terror - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

The murmurs of zephyrs soft and bland - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

Breathe vigor through each nerve - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

When pestilence clasps hands with death - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

The city of gems and pearls of light - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

Before my heart's closed door - Frances E.W. Harper "The Refiner's Gold"

Every street with snares is spread - Frances E.W. Harper "Save the Boys"

Bid me break my fiery chain - Frances E.W. Harper "Save the Boys"

To hush the jangle and discords - Frances E.W. Harper "Songs for the People"

Girdle the world with peace - Frances E.W. Harper "Songs for the People"

To stir like a battle-cry - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Songs for the People"

And careworn brows forget - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Songs for the People"

Who hears the hungry lion's call - Frances E.W. Harper "The Sparrow's Fall"

With bated breath and useless oar - Frances E.W. Harper "A Story of the Rebellion"

Never bowed his haughty crest - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

Springing from the arms of night - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

Pausing at the gates of rest - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

And weep for Vashti's shame - Frances E.W. Harper "Vashti"

Through purple lips of wrath - Frances E.W. Harper "Vashti"

And fevers scorch my brain - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Yearnings for Home"

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A marathon of clouds - Derrick Harriell "Underground King"

Have been writing dismal testimony - Derrick Harriell "Underground King"

In search of midnight roses - Derrick Harriell "Underground King"

The way a sober shadow might - Derrick Harriell "Underground King"

The way an almost granted wish does - Derrick Harriell "Underground King"

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Lift my head up through the blades - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

Gravity would turn off its meter and wait - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

Just to hear the glass it breaks - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

In parking lots with moons in my mouth - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

I'd keep one trick in my ear - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

Feed chlorophyll to gutters under gasoline - francine j. harris "another finger for the wound"

Why children chalk suns on the sidewalk - francine j. harris "between old trees"

Each eve is well equipped with her own apple - francine j. harris "Burden, old story"

Well wrapped in a cloak of fruit - francine j. harris "Burden, old story"

Gold can rip up the ground beneath you - francine j. harris "Burden, old story"

Who questioned any other than Adam about the fruit - francine j. harris "Burden, old story"

You are a thousand priests - francine j. harris "confessional poetry"

Rub your shoulders with scissors - francine j. harris "dickhole and denise"

Conjured by a witch and stored with so little ice - francine j. harris "Did anyone ever ask any one of Nikita's daughters"

No one asked the tzar's daughters - francine j. harris "Did anyone ever ask any one of Nikita's daughters"

Renumbered into an urn of dust - francine j. harris "eight days until your ashes turn one"

Taste the blackberry thorn - francine j. harris "feeder"

The usual orange stampede - francine j. harris "feeder"

Set the moth's tongue toward tomorrow - francine j. harris "feeder"

Light gets afraid of tomorrow - francine j. harris "feeder"

Swirl down the sun - francine j. harris "feeder"

So the swarm knows how to proceed - francine j. harris "feeder"

Know the feast in their eyes - francine j. harris "from the bottom"

The difference when the weather aches - francine j. harris "from the bottom"

A lighthouse sinking invisible ships - francine j. harris "fume"

A robber with no hands - francine j. harris "fume"

Inside writhing sirens - francine j. harris "(i belong to that voice. it owns what i breathe.)"

Full of branches and mouths - francine j. harris "(i belong to that voice. it owns what i breathe.)"

Who keep their mouths caved open - francine j. harris "(i belong to that voice. it owns what i breathe.)"

Enough to fill the whole sky - francine j. harris "(i belong to that voice. it owns what i breathe.)"

Pollen blown off the backs of butterflies - francine j. harris "i live in detroit"

Dream in ten spikes of passionflower - francine j. harris "i live in detroit"

The dime store flower fields - francine j. harris "i used to write"

On diamonds at summer camp - francine j. harris "i used to write"

A brightness intended for violins - francine j. harris "intention"

The morning disappears clock faces - francine j. harris "intention"

The cough of the myriad smoker - francine j. harris "The neighbor's buddy watching my screen through the window"

How long ago you started to wander - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Crawling milkweed through dependence - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

How a pride's breath can move blossom to shiver - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Shape border from its river source - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Mussel of critical habit - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Under cypress and promise of tree - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Leak the grease of wayward stream - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Worth whole encampments in fool's dust and deed - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Imagine a way of shape that doesn't strangle - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Tern and piping plover that keeps expansion along its shore - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

And dark as the bark of our open souls - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Imagine the park of evergreen surrender - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Talons stretched over gold proportion - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Unstressed by factory and loud humming fuel - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Free to forage its riverine root - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

Plant vigor along the Missouri - francine j. harris "Oregon Trail, Missouri"

We each stab at gratitude - francine j. harris "Rabbit"

Catch yourself in a plate glass window - francine j. harris "Reflections in a Pool of Hair"

A lifetime of razor blades - francine j. harris "the road to jackson has orchids"

A promise not to draw blood - francine j. harris "the road to jackson has orchids"

Leaves the iron gate open - francine j. harris "roommates"

While the oil fills your spines with salt - francine j. harris "rub against it, where"

While the air lifts geese, indifferent - francine j. harris "rub against it, where"

To thaw a black fog - francine j. harris "rub against it, where"

Enough cold locked inside you - francine j. harris "rub against it, where"

Fences yield to sleep - francine j. harris "senses"

Sharpen wood's warp to a rust - francine j. harris "senses"

Just a bone song - francine j. harris "sift"

Whistle along the skin - francine j. harris "sift"

Didn't sleep on my bright side - francine j. harris "Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monstitch Past 45"

Make it through the sky - francine j. harris "Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monstitch Past 45"

These clouds are not God - francine j. harris "Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monstitch Past 45"

The sun will not always be so gracious - francine j. harris "Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monstitch Past 45"

Remembering this air - francine j. harris "Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monstitch Past 45"

Your mouth will make no empty shapes - francine j. harris "something in the water"

Salt my shoulders with ocean - francine j. harris "somewhere outside acme, i believe in castles"

the way that soap loves an airborne virus - francine j. harris "There are inanimate things out there loving each other"

Half fragile as water, half hydrophobic wildchild - francine j. harris "There are inanimate things out there loving each other"

How it hungers the virus until neither function - francine j. harris "There are inanimate things out there loving each other"

Melting its thick heart and ripping it all away - francine j. harris "There are inanimate things out there loving each other"

To take it dizzy and broken down through the falls - francine j. harris "There are inanimate things out there loving each other"

The breeze in the shape of bees - francine j. harris "they seem to gather in one park"

Lampposts and cracked teeth - francine j. harris "to the man on the bus"

You're all rained out diamonds - francine j. harris "until it comes"

Mumbling the grey wax of a song - francine j. harris "until it comes"

A syrup ripe for yellow jackets - francine j. harris "until it comes"

Rude thoroughfares and abandoned mines - francine j. harris "Wetland"

Useless in the face of flood - francine j. harris "Wetland"

When we walk the perimeter - francine j. harris "Wetland"

See the ground starve and crack - francine j. harris "Wetland"

A brownstone for hummingbirds - francine j. harris "Wetland"

Break their teeth on concrete - francine j. harris "what teeth poems ain't"

Candle wax from last year's vigil - francine j. harris "what you'd find buried in the dirt under charles f. kettering sr. high school"

Sunset where there used to be a carnival - francine j. harris "why i haven't written"

A praying mantis in white sheets - francine j. harris "why i haven't written"

Give shout-outs in code - francine j. harris "would like to first thank god"

Your only plausible tongue - francine j. harris "you can't remove the city"

Snow poisoned the color of monoxide - francine j. harris "you, old meany"

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The grace of their intentions - Jim Harrison "Age Sixty-nine"

Your ideals are invisible clouds - Jim Harrison "Easter Morning"

To be curious not consoled - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

Run through the woods blindfolded - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

In the terrifying posture of the living - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

Impenetrable as its own beauty - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

Where the rattlesnakes will also sleep - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

So much protective malevolence - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

Above the scent of raw water - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

As real as any garden at dawn - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

To learn my heart's language - Jim Harrison "Hard Times"

A compass without a needle - Jim Harrison "Hard Times"

The texture of the future - Jim Harrison "The Home"

Accepts dreams as law - Jim Harrison "The Home"

Steals everything but our stories - Jim Harrison "Larson's Holstein Bull"

Born in the long shadow - Jim Harrison "Limb Dancers"

Game of time and money - Jim Harrison "Limb Dancers"

Overpopulated with stars - Jim Harrison "Lunar"

Have misunderstood the stars - Jim Harrison "Midnight Blues Planet"

Ignores the sacraments of destiny - Jim Harrison "New Moon"

Grasping the cusp of the moon - Jim Harrison "Singer"

The unparsed language of water - Jim Harrison "Spring"

Deciding to breathe the water - Jim Harrison "Spring"

Falling into a liquid mirror - Jim Harrison "Tomorrow"

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The anchor unattached - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Because no one will listen - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The bruised fingers of what might have been - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The faith of the blind - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The fingerprints of God - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Hide from possibility - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

I gave you my eyes - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Imagination’s kisses - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Lush petals and glistening thorns - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Mask of stars - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

On one sore knee before beauty - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

One long breath - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The patience of the spider’s web - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

A raindrop coated with dust - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Reluctantly from the void - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The same sweet music - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

The scripture of water - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Seeding the sky - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Stars behind the daylight - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

Under the cold feet of the night - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

A welcome mat of moonlight - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

What is it the wind has lost - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

When time ends - Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser Braided Creek

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Their desperate fruit - Leslie Harrison “[December]”

Such delicate flowers falling silent - Leslie Harrison “[December]”

In snowflake fire - Leslie Harrison “[December]”

As if broken were just another glittering season - Leslie Harrison “[December]”

No map for how to live past this - Leslie Noyes Harrison "The Four Elements"

Dismantled sleep - Leslie Noyes Harrison "The Four Elements"

Ice in long slow nights - Leslie Harrison “[God speaks]”

Passing often into shadow - Leslie Harrison “[God speaks]”

Filled the least and the greatest places - Leslie Harrison “[God speaks]”

As if words could mend - Leslie Harrison “[I keep throwing words at the problem because words]”

Both contains and refuses the stain - Leslie Harrison “[I keep throwing words at the problem because words]”

In the crowd, uncounted - Leslie Noyes Harrison "Pantoum for a Walk in the Woods"

Mistake the trees for each other - Leslie Noyes Harrison "Pantoum for a Walk in the Woods"

Quite close to nothing - Leslie Harrison “[Summa mathematica]”

Each arrival a mystery - Leslie Harrison “[Summa mathematica]”

The simple arithmetic of increase - Leslie Harrison “[Summa mathematica]”

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Let the doves of fancy loose - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Around the Boree Log"

The years have turned the rusted key - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Around the Boree Log"

Be brave, my child, the birds will sing again - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Birds Will Sing Again"

Through the hush of my heart - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Calling to Me"

On thorns (and roses) treading - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Careys"

A dreamer in the silence - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Could I Hear the Kookaburras Once Again"

Shall his heart forget the highways - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Could I Hear the Kookaburras Once Again"

And a sweet hope gilds the future - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Could I Hear the Kookaburras Once Again"

Around the naked shoulders of the sun - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Helping Hand"

Learnt the art of looking wise - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "His Father"

The dreamer riding homewards - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Honeymooning from the Country"

Every ghost you thought had fled - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Making Home"

With wisdom born of sorrow - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Making Home"

Hearing angel voices chant it - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Making Home"

For one golden memory - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Parting Rosary"

While the withered leaf is left - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Parting Rosary"

Flung their troubles round my door - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Parting Rosary"

And laughing eyes beheld the wheat - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "Said Hanrahan"

When fairies brought me golden dreams - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "St. Patrick's Day"

In the riot of our bounding hearts - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "St. Patrick's Day"

Though the prophet tongue was ashes - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "St. Patrick's Day"

Stand again in rose and purple - Patrick Joseph Hartigan writing as John O'Brien "The Trimmin's on the Rosary"

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Vast and trackless spaces - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

Where wind and water meet - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

That rise from the sleepless deep - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

A caress to the rising moon - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

Hopes my thoughts alone have known - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

See the everlasting drift of years - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

When the bell of time will ring - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

Will rise in fugitive bloom - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

The shores of ruined space - Sadakichi Hartmann "Drifting Flowers of the Sea"

Joy prove a more steady guest - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat II"

Some lambient world of green and gold - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat II"

Basked in fortune's sun - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat VII"

No heed takes of the dial's stealth - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat X"

To waste the soul on blood-red lips - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XI"

Yields the magic of oblivion and ecstasies - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XII"

Moments drift on golden clouds - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XII"

To regions of the white beyond - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XII"

As flowers wane in summer's heat - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XIV"

Lightnings stir the darkest lairs - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XV"

Can give without gain - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XVI"

Attempt to barter with love - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XVI"

Love's winter ne'er returns to spring - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XVI"

Those few that worship the dream - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XVII"

To grey routine hope dwindles - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XVIII"

Into the blue, shimmering night - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XIX"

When both of us remained unblessed - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XX"

The traverse of white sails - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXII"

Hear whisperings of the infinite - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXVII"

With proud sorrow in their eyes - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXVII"

Far into the skies of thought - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXVII"

Plucks the stars from night's blue vault - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXVIII"

As fate has lent it eyes to see - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXVIII"

Cannot rise from the green mould - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXI"

For them no lotus petals blow - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXI"

White iron shimmers in the forge - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIII"

Red and blue flowers in the wheat - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIV"

In pale-mouthed despair - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXV"

Hot pitch or stale ambrosia - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXVIII"

The star realms opening - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIX"

Of other wonder worlds - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIX"

Breathe there an ampler air - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIX"

Through golden temples, portals red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XL"

The signet of the grave - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XL"

Can offer balm to all - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLI"

The sword shall break the sword - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLIV"

March toward battles red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLIV"

Is death's scythe not keen enough? - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLV"

From those crimson rivulets - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLVII"

Cannot stay so dull and grey - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLVIII"

Wear a thornless crown - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LIII"

Homes of blighted reason - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LIV"

Whose book of life reads blood and gold - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LV"

Must know the fall of tears - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LXI"

Trailed a white hearse - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LXII"

As long as orchards bloom again - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LXVIII"

The black magic of law - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LXXI"

Forget grey cares - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat LXXII"

Upon the silent sea-swept land - Sadakichi Hartmann "Nocturne"

Some lost hope of yesterday - Sadakichi Hartmann "Nocturne"

Lost in the monotone of night - Sadakichi Hartmann "Nocturne"

In quest of some dreamland - Sadakichi Hartmann "Nocturne"

Ask why the seaweed wanders - Sadakichi Hartmann "Why I Love Thee?"

On a sullen, motionless deep - Sadakichi Hartmann "Why I Love Thee?"

Lives in the curves of the sand - Sadakichi Hartmann "Why I Love Thee?"

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A thin moon of my own dismay - Robert Hass "The Apple Trees at Olema"

Knocking wildly at a closed door in a dream - Robert Hass "The Apple Trees at Olema"

Formed by private ironies - Robert Hass "Art and Life"

Gullies of snow summer hasn't touched yet - Robert Hass "The Creek in Shirley Canyon"

Cascading down the glacial spills of granite - Robert Hass "The Creek in Shirley Canyon"

Existence pouring out its one meaning - Robert Hass "The Creek in Shirley Canyon"

That slow, rhythmic flickering of wings - Robert Hass "Exit, Pursued by a Sierra Meadow"

Except for spendthrift sorrow - Robert Hass "First Things at the Last Minute"

Strewings of ransacked moonlight - Robert Hass "First Things at the Last Minute"

The ones that feast on grief - Robert Hass "Habits of Paradise"

He fell as Ajax fell in Homer - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

Ten bundles and four great piles - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

Half moons ridged by the saw's tooth - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

On a floor of pine silt and spring mud - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

The path from here to that village is not translated - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

Gives off stillness to the air - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

In the silence of separate fidelities - Robert Hass "Heroic Simile"

Dipped in sunset by the summer gods - Robert Hass "Mouth Slightly Open"

Strewn among quarter moons - Robert Hass "Poet's Work"

Submitted to that tingling dance of atoms - Robert Hass "State of the Planet"

The smokes of outlawed coasts - Robert Hass "Tomas Transtromer: Song"

The wind imprisons each of the trees - Robert Hass "Tomas Transtromer: Song"

Silent laughter and an open mouth - Robert Hass "Tomas Transtromer: Song"

An invisible tree blossoming - Robert Hass "Tomas Transtromer: Song"

The slow movement of a hunting bird - Robert Hass "...White of Forgetfulness, White of Safety"

The doves in the desert - Robert Hass "...White of Forgetfulness, White of Safety"

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The imprecise and strangering distinctions - Robert Hayden "[American Journal]"

Serve and soothe and pamper - Robert Hayden "[American Journal]"

The intricate rubbish left behind - Robert Hayden "[American Journal]"

Attracted none the less - Robert Hayden "[American Journal]"

To save the world for another war - Robert Hayden "Aunt Jemima of the Ocean Waves"

Knowing what her laughter shields - Robert Hayden "Aunt Jemima of the Ocean Waves"

False dawn of vision - Robert Hayden "El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz"

From all but prideful anger - Robert Hayden "El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz"

Became his people's anger - Robert Hayden "El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz"

Oiled with sunlight - Robert Hayden "Kodachromes of the Island"

With candles between their wings - Robert Hayden "Kodachromes of the Island"

Open danger's door - Robert Hayden "The Lions"

Flourishing in despite - Robert Hayden "Locus"

Exhaustion among rocks - Robert Hayden "The Mirages"

The eye of faith believes - Robert Hayden "Monet's "Waterlilies""

Through mirrors of burning - Robert Hayden "October"

Vibrating still upon the air - Robert Hayden "On Lookout Mountain"

Beyond the tangent calm - Robert Hayden "On Lookout Mountain"

Daring choices stained the clouds - Robert Hayden "On Lookout Mountain"

How bright upon the mountain - Robert Hayden "On Lookout Mountain"

Their scissoring terror - Robert Hayden "A Plague of Starlings"

Down in the anywhere streets - Robert Hayden "Soledad"

A clockless country of crystal - Robert Hayden "Soledad"

In the blueblack cold - Robert Hayden "Those Winter Sundays"

Made banked fires blaze - Robert Hayden "Those Winter Sundays"

The chronic angers of that house - Robert Hayden "Those Winter Sundays"

Love's austere and lonely offices - Robert Hayden "Those Winter Sundays"

The covenant of timelessness with time - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"

And stars and stones and seas - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"

What agonies of knowledge - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"

All the rigorous laws of risk - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"

Yet know the vanity of grief - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"

Give us no relieving shade - Robert Hayden "Zeus Over Redeye"

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Picking a path through the driftwood - Matthea Harvey "Nude on a Horsehair Sofa by the Sea"

In our birdcage coffers - Matthea Harvey "Robber Sentenced to Reflection"

Count my every blink - Matthea Harvey "Robber Sentenced to Reflection"

No magic in mirrors - Matthea Harvey "Robber Sentenced to Reflection"

She imagines my sky - Matthea Harvey "Robber Sentenced to Reflection"

Those who stumble to shore - Matthea Harvey "Translation"

The tilt of the sea still in their step - Matthea Harvey "Translation"

A latitude is a guiding line - Matthea Harvey "Translation"

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For my past and future assassin - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

Wearing glee & sadness - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

The light grazing my teeth - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

The flame like a blade cutting me - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

In a layer of mischief - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin"

The fingers of some calamity - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for Wanda C."

Hurt where the moon should be - Terrance Hayes "American Sonnet for Wanda C."

Of troubled instances and blind instruction - Terrance Hayes "Anchor Head"

A salt-worn dream-anchor - Terrance Hayes "Anchor Head"

Clouds above each other's dreams - Terrance Hayes "Arbor for Butch"

Even when your lantern burns out - Terrance Hayes "Arbor for Butch"

And darkened by its ash - Terrance Hayes "Arbor for Butch"

Who tore Orpheus when he refused to sing - Terrance Hayes "At Pegasus"

If you subtract your minor losses - Terrance Hayes "The Blue Terrance"

The blackboard chalked with crosses - Terrance Hayes "The Blue Terrance"

Everything I hold takes root - Terrance Hayes "The Blue Terrance"

Their bloodshot octaves of consequence - Terrance Hayes "The Blue Terrance"

Watching the sky regret nothing - Terrance Hayes "The Blue Terrance"

Turned to ash in the brutal light - Terrance Hayes "Cocktails with Orpheus"

See how fire changes everything - Terrance Hayes "Cocktails with Orpheus"

Walking on the back of the wind - Terrance Hayes "Coffin for Head of State"

Pulled from death's pocket - Terrance Hayes "Coffin for Head of State"

Holding the shadow of a name - Terrance Hayes "Coffin for Head of State"

The paradoxes of revenge - Terrance Hayes "Coffin for Head of State"

Turn need into want - Terrance Hayes "Elegant Tongue"

No mind for boundaries - Terrance Hayes "Elegant Tongue"

A house of damaged translations - Terrance Hayes "Fish Head for Katrina"

Acquiring air under water - Terrance Hayes "Fish Head for Katrina"

The dreams of mothers with no children - Terrance Hayes "God Is an American"

Clinging to your moorings - Terrance Hayes "God Is an American"

Aches like an open book - Terrance Hayes "God Is an American"

Smoke thinned to song - Terrance Hayes "The Golden Shovel"

Weakened by the fire's etherial afterglow - Terrance Hayes "The Golden Shovel"

Cooler than heartache - Terrance Hayes "The Golden Shovel"

Straightened by its shadow - Terrance Hayes "The Golden Shovel"

The heart weary of its grief - Terrance Hayes "Hide"

A blindfold of razors - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to Addiction"

To drink a dark strong poison - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"

Its syllables of debris - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"

And yet the flowers don't quit opening - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"

Makes a mystic of the pauper - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

Sometimes lyrics wear a blindfold - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

Woke drenched in music - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

Clothed in sweat and wistfulness - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

How sin does battle - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

The shallow end of a stormy sea - Terrance Hayes "Liner Notes for an Imaginary Planet"

The racket of ascension - Terrance Hayes "Mystic Bounce"

An abiding love for the abstract - Terrance Hayes "Mystic Bounce"

A capacity for love without forgiveness - Terrance Hayes "Snow for Wallace Stevens"

Hushed and clicking to rust - Terrance Hayes "Three Measures of Time"

With the daze the day begets - Terrance Hayes "Twenty Measures of Chitchat"

Of whatever grief calls itself - Terrance Hayes "Twenty Measures of Chitchat"

Quartets of sun people - Terrance Hayes "We Should Make a Documentary About Spades"

The boundary between mathematics and magic - Terrance Hayes "We Should Make a Documentary About Spades"

Before you sip strange whiskey - Terrance Hayes "We Should Make a Documentary About Spades"

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Like a winter tree - Anne Hebert "Bread Is Born"

The shape of deep sleep - Anne Hebert "Bread Is Born"

The rim of the fire - Anne Hebert "Bread Is Born"

Touch its silence - Anne Hebert "Bread Is Born"

The burnt horizon - Anne Hebert "Crown of Happiness"

Joy at arm’s length - Anne Hebert "Crown of Happiness"

Naked under bitter lichens - Anne Hebert "Spring Over the City" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Touches a thousand open cities - Anne Hebert "Spring Over the City" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Licks its wounds that taste of iodine - Anne Hebert "Spring Over the City" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

My heart on my fist like a blind falcon - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Lamp swollen with wine and blood - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

What thread of Ariadne leads me - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Leads me through muted labyrinths - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Are offered me in the guise of jewels - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

Moves the seven great ebony pharaohs - Anne Hebert "The Tomb of Kings" transl. by Kathleen Weaver

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Nodding to each other in the tide - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Bluestone River, W. Va."

Like a kind hand in a dream - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Bluestone River, W. Va."

To lift the threads of life - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Breath of Life"

And death a league behind - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Breath of Life"

Pelted with roses and rinsed with the rain - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Brother O' Mine"

And graves at our very feet - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Brother O' Mine"

In the winds of thy fierce breaking - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Chastening"

Or thy lips in mutiny - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Chastening"

With her warm flower heart - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "A City Guest"

Take off thy wings of speed - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "A Day in Spring"

All I could give was silence - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "A Death Blow"

Once ambition burned my breast - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Endie"

The gates of many mornings - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Evermore"

A moon drowned flower - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Evermore"

The budding trees all honey sweet - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Farewell"

In the mirror of the current - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Friend"

Calls me from my dreaming - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Friend"

Drew a jewel from the road - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Friendship"

Keeps the keys of death - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Humility"

A splintered, glittering lake - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Hymn of Adoration"

Like nodding plumes of flame - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Ingleside"

When the sands of life are spent - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Lines to Death"

Thus dividing rain and roses - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Lines to Death"

Breath of roses and a prayer - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Lines to Death"

From out the calendar of time - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Little Girl"

A little of love and a deathless song - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Long Twilight"

And often yearned in the shadows - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Long Twilight"

A rose grows sweeter every time it rains - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Long Twilight"

No morning till we've said goodnight - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "The Long Twilight"

Among my muted dreams - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Middle Creek, W. Va."

A passion for small streams - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Middle Creek, W. Va."

Mingle with ribbons of grass - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Middle Creek, W. Va."

Lay lonely to the moon - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Moon Dazzle"

And roses tumbling round - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "My Old House and the Weather"

Kind enough to give of roses - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "My Neighbor's Roses"

Such ruin that remained - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Old Masonry"

And half the song unsung - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Old Masonry"

Tints from twilight evenings - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Rainbow Ribbons"

Bring me rainbow ribbons - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Rainbow Ribbons"

Languished under many moons - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Sea Hunger"

Voiceless years of night and grieving - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Shadows"

Grasp this gleam of grace - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Shadows"

Never was a voice on earth - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Soul"

Souls have such restless wings - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Soul"

Goes hungrily from dream to shining dream - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Soul"

And from the hurt in rainsong - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Sweet Distress"

But what is sweet in sorrow - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Sweet Distress"

Dripping with the dews of night - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "This Year"

The old harp in the pine trees - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Tree Sounds"

And drink my fill of their perfumes - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "When June Comes"

A part of thy remotest time - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Worship"

And drawn to solitudes apart - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "Worship"

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Nothing can need a lie - George Herbert "Courage"

As if there were no such cold thing - George Herbert "The Flower"

To see their mother-root - George Herbert "The Flower"

Where no flower can wither - George Herbert "The Flower"

My sinnes and I joyning together - George Herbert "The Flower"

That music summons to the knell - George Herbert "Mortification"

Befriend him at the house of death - George Herbert "Mortification"

Within the circle of his breath - George Herbert "Mortification"

And asked if Peace were there - George Herbert "Peace"

The lace of Peace's coat - George Herbert "Peace"

Thy root is ever in its grave - George Herbert "Virtue"

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An enemy of their own desires - Faylita Hicks "The Birth Mother's Red Bath for Courage"

Beneath other fields of want - Faylita Hicks "The Birth Mother's Red Bath for Courage"

In the terrible sea of our years - Faylita Hicks "Black Escapism"

Let Joy sear every inch - Faylita Hicks "Black Escapism"

A whirlpool of memory - Faylita Hicks "Coded Binaries"

The shadow trailing the core of time - Faylita Hicks "Coded Binaries"

Asterisk of the sun, hyphen of the moon - Faylita Hicks "Coded Binaries"

As dust upon the altar - Faylita Hicks "Coded Binaries"

Coaxing stars from the attics - Faylita Hicks "Collage of a Dying Sun"

A constant sun unfurling - Faylita Hicks "Collage of a Dying Sun"

Cling to hands bleached clean - Faylita Hicks "The Daughters of Samuel Little"

The last freestanding rebellion - Faylita Hicks "The Fantastic Life of My Guardian Angels"

Demolish all his bones - Faylita Hicks "Hex for R. Kelly"

Breed Her anger with our smoke - Faylita Hicks "Kaleidoscope Cracked Wide Open on Fifth and Trinity"

A nova out of fashion - Faylita Hicks "The Kardashian Curse"

Hovering like a bowl of light - Faylita Hicks "Lazarus"

Praise made of copper - Faylita Hicks "Letter to Black Girls"

Without a rein or a riders - Faylita Hicks "Letter to Black Girls"

A distillery of virtue & fiction - Faylita Hicks "Letter to Black Girls"

With waves of dark light & star dust - Faylita Hicks "Letter to Black Girls"

The tide that came for you - Faylita Hicks "A Note to My Daughter about Water"

Survive a whole century of hunt - Faylita Hicks "Photo of a Girl, 1988: Cyborg"

A fog that bleeds for days - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2005: What Dreams Are These?"

An assassin of doubt & circumstance - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2005: What Dreams Are These?"

This room with too many windows - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2005: What Dreams Are These?"

Descended from truth-eaters - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2007: HoodWitches"

She lives in all the mirrors - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2007: HoodWitches"

Seven years' worth of blood moons - Faylita Hicks "Photo of X, 2010: A Box of Wine"

A manifest of loss & broken vows - Faylita Hicks "Saint She of All the Missing Things"

Each night is a casket of rain - Faylita Hicks "Saint She of All the Missing Things"

Begged the year for intimacy - Faylita Hicks "Self-Care"

Come close to the Mojave's affection - Faylita Hicks "Self-Care"

Too quick and too far West - Faylita Hicks "Self-Care"

Feeding myself pretty lyrics and lead - Faylita Hicks "Self-Care"

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An oval that's a metaphor for life - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"

Most of us run out of gas and settle - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"

Through the wires on the backs of ions - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"

In a dream of glass - Bob Hicok "Grooming"

Blood brother to the snow angels - Bob Hicok "Grooming"

If rain sat at my table - Bob Hicok "More than whispers, less than rumors"

Of the avalanche - Bob Hicok "More than whispers, less than rumors"

Like it took applause apart - Bob Hicok "More than whispers, less than rumors"

Be the code breaker not the code - Bob Hicok "More than whispers, less than rumors"

When will water open its mouth - Bob Hicok "More than whispers, less than rumors"

Surrounded by dirt birds - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

Leaving that to wind and rain - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

The fire of time that burns everything - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

In the company of dried roses - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

The field no plow has touched - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

The road that has forgotten where it's going - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

A memory as soon as I shape it - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

Where the glass houses of our minds can touch - Bob Hicok "No Stones"

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Singing among young oak leaves - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "April Will Come"

Around the trunks of trees long dead - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "April Will Come"

The whimsied breeze, zigzagging and whirling - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

Past its brief time of blooming - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

Crushed into forgotten ashes - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

Deep in the gulches and hollows - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

Bud at another year's breaking - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

The bursting of catkins asunder - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Fallen Leaves"

Battling the waves' recurrent shock - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Hills of Doon"

Mad waters lashed to foam - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Hills of Doon"

The too-full goblets of the gods - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "The Poet"

Nor give the credit to the disappearing sun - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "The Poet"

A magic tissue of transparent gold - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "The Poet"

Stars that shower swift-winged light - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Sonnet [The whirling stars that shower swift-winged light]"

Echoes of sound flooding the earth - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Sonnet [The whirling stars that shower swift-winged light]"

In the divine pageant of Eternal Might - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Sonnet [The whirling stars that shower swift-winged light]"

Truth deciphered from life's scroll - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Sonnet [The whirling stars that shower swift-winged light]"

Throw no copper pennies in the dust - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Three Poems of Christmas Eve: Christ"

Vigilance under the staring moon - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Three Poems of Christmas Eve: Last Night"

To meet at last the desecrated dawn - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Three Poems of Christmas Eve: Tonight"

The turtles asleep in the mud - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Wind in Mexico"

The coolness of sheltering shadows - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Wind in Mexico"

And the song of frogs floated up - Mary Cornelia Hartshorne "Wind in Mexico"

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Weightless silver saunters in - S*an D. Henry-Smith "heavy altar (no elevation),"

In gravitational cycloning downward - S*an D. Henry-Smith "heavy altar (no elevation),"

The patterns of negotiation - S*an D. Henry-Smith "remedies I"

Pretending the Doubleworld was acceptable - S*an D. Henry-Smith "remedies I"

Lie awake at night wondering - S*an D. Henry-Smith "remedies I"

Flesh of collected invention - S*an D. Henry-Smith "us girls"

Arrives again no less familiar - S*an D. Henry-Smith "us girls"

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Not to be swayed by fiberglass - Mary Hickman "Eva Hesse"

As vellum's dried hide insists - Mary Hickman "Eva Hesse"

And pours itself back into water - Mary Hickman "Eva Hesse"

Gold coins raining down on her - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

Left nothing for the head of Holofernes - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

Conscious of the biographical - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

All the illumination of arrival - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

Offers a still life of skin - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

In the mirror of your shoulder - Mary Hickman "Everything Is Autobiography and Everything Is a Portrait"

Traveling down instead of across - Mary Hickman "Helen"

A way to talk about raw force - Mary Hickman "Helen"

In order to enter a new lexicon - Mary Hickman "Helen"

Some first sight of home - Mary Hickman "Helen"

Sudden invasive virulence - Mary Hickman "If the Heart Does Not Restart"

Following the vine to its root - Mary Hickman "If the Heart Does Not Restart"

Wipe away the blood and the betadine - Mary Hickman "If the Heart Does Not Restart"

The line between still life and portrait - Mary Hickman "Still Life with Rayfish"

Feel a certain evolution in myself - Mary Hickman "Still Life with Rayfish"

Whirling fowl of penitence - Mary Hickman "Still Life with Rayfish"

Grotesque with demonic aura - Mary Hickman "Still Life with Rayfish"

The protoplasmic source of all things - Mary Hickman "Still Life with Rayfish"

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Sober walls of weathered stone - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

These wide rooms of devious line - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

The north wind searches through - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

Freely pass the kindly joke - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

To mix with nuts and home-made cake - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

Apples set on coals to back - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

From our door see them depart - Leslie Pickney Hill "Christmas at Melrose"

From desert wastes of greed - Leslie Pinckney Hill "A Far Country"

Over the peaks of pride - Leslie Pinckney Hill "A Far Country"

And all her paths are peace - Leslie Pinckney Hill "A Far Country"

The soul-blight of a nation - Leslie Pickney Hill "So Quietly"

Not with drums or trumpet blare - Leslie Pickney Hill "So Quietly"

Now in the open face of day - Leslie Pickney Hill "So Quietly"

So many cares to vex the day - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

So many fears to haunt the night - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

From every lure of old delight - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

Hung aloft the rounding moon - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

Poured her sunshine on the earth - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

Drove the sap and broke the bud - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

The softest carpet nature weaves - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

With golden wheat or bearded rye - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

How low the candles of my knowledge glow - Leslie Pickney Hill "The Teacher"

An idle dream to which we cling - Leslie Pickney Hill "Tuskegee"

Sing unto the world their hope - Leslie Pickney Hill "Tuskegee"

If envious hate roots out the seed - Leslie Pickney Hill "Tuskegee"

The days we took to dream - Leslie Pinckney Hill "Vacation End"

But the radiance is not ended - Leslie Pinckney Hill "Vacation End"

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Circled the serrated hills - Brenda Hillman "& After the Power Came Back"

Crawled under fire-forgotten rocks "& After the Power Came Back"

The season hauls the wind inside "& After the Power Came Back"

New minutes set in past danger "& After the Power Came Back"

Little thistles between the humans & non-humans "& After the Power Came Back"

The linked auras in trees "& After the Power Came Back"

Stood outside the gates of permissible sound - Brenda Hillman "Angrily Standing Outside in the Wind"

A rope ladder to the resting zone - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Around campfires below the mind - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Tiny fires with hurt earth spirits - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Put down its roots below the phyla - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Branches reaching the planet heart - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Reaching the planet heart by the billions - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

During a revolution we don't see - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Fled to electrical dark water - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Edges that sought release from envy - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Has outworn the shame of time - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Above a blaze of rhizomes - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Every week for about a decade - Brenda Hillman "Crypto-animist Introvert Activism"

Earth dropped its dark clock - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Deconstruction found the moving circle - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Leapt through the vault of the sky - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Summon the seeds & weeds - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

Phone the finch with the crowded beak - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

The wren ignoring the thorn - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

While mineral sirens fade - Brenda Hillman "The Hour Until We See You"

Plum blossom riot moments - Brenda Hillman "The Hour Until We See You"

Light in the hour of lemon & water - Brenda Hillman "The Late Cold War"

Slipped a code into your shoe - Brenda Hillman "The Late Cold War"

Tracing gray skin around the unsayable - Brenda Hillman "The Letters Learn to Breathe Twice"

The page had borders but no limit - Brenda Hillman "The Letters Learn to Breathe Twice"

Little zeroes between mystery & meaning - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Hearses carrying the corpse of profit - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Our electrons speed inside oblivion - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Our story sails along inside oblivion - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

We fed refusal to the storm - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

One small silver nothing - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Scholar of trapped light - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Your quilt of questions - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

The risky enterprise of talking - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Releasing the caged stars - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Rose over dirt for the prism of progress - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Minerals torn from mines with no mouths - Brenda Hillman "1951"

When nuclear testing began north of love - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Under the silent claw of the predator - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Was shame in you born before beauty? - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Its terminal clusters piercing thunderheads - Brenda Hillman "1951"

The angle of gray minutes entering the medium days - Brenda Hillman "On a Day, In the World"

The willing burden of an old belief - Brenda Hillman "On a Day, In the World"

Through a bank of verbena & fog - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Nothing quieted the crows - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

The snake had gone back to the hills - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

A cosmic particle seen once - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Walked past pines to their hearts' desire - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Children of light & flesh - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Gates opened in the reeds - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Otters swam in the lagoon - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

No negative interest rate environment - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

In animated orange code - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Crows & apples sanction their appeal - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

At the precipice past dread or Thursdays - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Sand is the residue of stars - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

The dream went back past the signs - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Who can tell you not to mourn the dust? - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

If you want to mourn the dust - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

Of carbons from the start of time - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

Coming through the panel of death - Brenda Hillman "Reverse Seeing"

More saints for Augustine's mother - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Went down to the ferris wheel - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Neon spikes around everyone - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Evidence of inner fire - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

A hawk skims the exterior - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"

Red's arid shadow on the other side - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"

Blaze toward western emptiness - Brenda Hillman "Some Kinds of Forever Visit You"

Four kinds of forever visit you - Brenda Hillman "Some Kinds of Forever Visit You"

Bacteria communicate in color - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

Warn each other in teal or celadon - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

Hoards the seven tiny silences - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

To the heaven of messy souls - Brenda Hillman "Split Tractate"

Sand under anxious days - Brenda Hillman "To Mycorrhizae Under Our Mother's Garden"

Ampersands of storage compounds - Brenda Hillman "To Mycorrhizae Under Our Mother's Garden"

Look back, forward, or in - Brenda Hillman "Triple Moments of Light and Industry"

Algorithms have just been invented - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

Snagged like the yearning in dreams - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

Form & light, extra space in the ampersand - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

With great hope in its energy - Brenda Hillman "Winged One"

A wait not even known yet - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

The tall night trees between them - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

Lungs of a painting - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

They swept me in four ways - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

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Such an infrequent guest - Anna Grossnickle Hines "An Invitation"

Kept selfishness busy - Anna Grossnickle Hines "An Invitation

Floating almost unnoticed - Anna Grossnickle Hines "Making an Entrance"

Peace Walks a Tightrope - Anna Grossnickle Hines "Tough Act"

Presses my pinched heart - Anna Grossnickle Hines "Weightless"

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The nights were long and cold and bittersweet - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

A heavenly light who created havoc for the hell of it - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

With an abject knight yodeling his head off - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

The fever spread from poet to poet - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

Who burned in the high-minded hell of it - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

The Untouchable had him by the throat - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

Love is a tower, a trance, a medieval pit - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

When I lost you, I knew the hell of it - Edward Hirsch "Amour Honestus"

Our destiny is freedom - Edward Hirsch "Bertolt Brecht"

Our longing for height - Edward Hirsch "Bertolt Brecht"

So they can hear their enemies approaching - Edward Hirsch "Black Rhinoceros"

People who carve their horns into daggers - Edward Hirsch "Black Rhinoceros"

Like an exiled general or a grounded unicorn - Edward Hirsch "Black Rhinoceros"

Secret white mirror - Edward Hirsch "Blue Hydrangea"

Echo of forgotten twilights - Edward Hirsch "Blue Hydrangea"

Burn away the night - Edward Hirsch "Blue Hydrangea"

Where darkness branches - Edward Hirsch "The Burning of the Midnight Lamp"

Fading back into shadows - Edward Hirsch "The Burning of the Midnight Lamp"

Spiraling up from the ground - Edward Hirsch "The Burning of the Midnight Lamp"

While darkness vibrated around him - Edward Hirsch "The Burning of the Midnight Lamp"

For what turned out to be the last time - Edward Hirsch "Cotton Candy"

That sweet blue light spun out of nothingness - Edward Hirsch "Cotton Candy"

Who long ago disappeared into the nether regions - Edward Hirsch "Cotton Candy"

Who had tasted the sweetness of air - Edward Hirsch "Cotton Candy"

Unprepared for love - Edward Hirsch "Denis Diderot"

Comply with nothing again - Edward Hirsch "Dr. X"

Entangled in the sand - Edward Hirsch "Dr. X"

The warmth that carried me there - Edward Hirsch "Dr. X"

Crossed a faultline of the body - Edward Hirsch "Dr. X"

Become our separate selves - Edward Hirsch "Dr. X"

That's the way the season changes its tense - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

In a season of odd, dusky congruences - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

Between summer's sprawling past and winter's hard revision - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

One moment pulling out of the station according to schedule - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

Another moment arriving on the next platform - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

The season begins moving around us - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

Pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

Something invisible and weightless touching our shoulders - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

The autumn wind pressing against our bodies - Edward Hirsch "Fall"

Letting the play develop in front of him - Edward Hirsch "Fast Break"

Fanning out and filling the lanes in tandem - Edward Hirsch "Fast Break"

Without a single bounce hitting the hardwood - Edward Hirsch "Fast Break"

Explodes past them in a fury - Edward Hirsch "Fast Break"

Hitting the floor with a wild, headlong motion - Edward Hirsch "Fast Break"

The evening with its lamps burning - Edward Hirsch "Gabriel" [excerpt]

The night with its head in its hands - Edward Hirsch "Gabriel" [excerpt]

Mysteries sent out without searchlights - Edward Hirsch "Gabriel" [excerpt]

Punished for something obscure we had done - Edward Hirsch "Gabriel" [excerpt]

Would never abandon the puzzle sleeping in the next room - Edward Hirsch "Gabriel" [excerpt]

Never knew this fruit until I tasted it - Edward Hirsch "Gertrude Stein"

Confessions in tears at midnight - Edward Hirsch "Gertrude Stein"

The flavor of joy - Edward Hirsch "Gertrude Stein"

Suffocating inside time - Edward Hirsch "Giacomo Leopardi"

Nothingness clarified - Edward Hirsch "Giacomo Leopardi"

Saturated with stillness - Edward Hirsch "Giacomo Leopardi"

Found the failing olive and the cajoling flute - Edward Hirsch "A Greek Island"

From the marl of the earth in a sacred cove - Edward Hirsch "A Greek Island"

The liberator of the loud shout - Edward Hirsch "A Greek Island"

A temple on top of a hill at the bottom of the sky - Edward Hirsch "A Greek Island"

An addict of the human comedy - Edward Hirsch "Heinrich Heine"

The eternal quarrel between Space and Time - Edward Hirsch "Heinrich Heine"

Nothing can redeem Time - Edward Hirsch "Heinrich Heine"

Why the night hungers for the day - Edward Hirsch "Heinrich Heine"

The sacred groves of your body - Edward Hirsch "Idea of the Holy"

Whose center is nowhere - Edward Hirsch "Idea of the Holy"

Vacated a region within himself - Edward Hirsch "Idea of the Holy"

The wound of chaos - Edward Hirsch "Idea of the Holy"

Stand like twenty-seven prophets in a field - Edward Hirsch "I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic"

Each station in a pilgrimage - Edward Hirsch "I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic"

Kneel on the track of a vanquished squirrel - Edward Hirsch "I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic"

I shall begin scouring the sky for signs - Edward Hirsch "I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic"

A disciple of shadows, in praise of the mysteries - Edward Hirsch "I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic"

Bitterness that pillows his head - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

Lay these words on the dead man's eyelids - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

The beheaded tulips glisten with rain - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

Canopy the swollen sky with sunspots - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

While thunder addresses the ground - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

The words have united in grief - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

The ghostly hour of lamentation - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

The void's turn, mournful and absolute - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

A scouring eagle wheels and shrieks - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

Let God pray to us for this man - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"

Make diverse pilgrimages - Edward Hirsch "Lafcadio Hearn"

In a magnetic dark - Edward Hirsch "Lafcadio Hearn"

Encouraging affection rather than awe - Edward Hirsch "Lafcadio Hearn"

Sanctify human happiness - Edward Hirsch "Lafcadio Hearn"

To penetrate his dream and ease his restless passage - Edward Hirsch "Lay Back the Darkness"

Who could charm everything but the shadows - Edward Hirsch "Lay Back the Darkness"

Who stands on the threshold of a vast night - Edward Hirsch "Lay Back the Darkness"

Primitive wingbeats shuddering in the treetops - Edward Hirsch "Lay Back the Darkness"

Brooding about our fathers always on the make - Edward Hirsch "Liberty Brass"

And planted in plots paid and unpaid - Edward Hirsch "Liberty Brass"

A storm-cloud of rapture - Edward Hirsch "Marina Tsvetaeva"

Deep and wayward passion - Edward Hirsch "Marina Tsvetaeva"

A joyousness beyond the self - Edward Hirsch "Marina Tsvetaeva"

The mountaintop of experience - Edward Hirsch "Marina Tsvetaeva"

Had missed the news bulletin about Stalin - Edward Hirsch "My First Bookstore"

They argued about the origin of the world - Edward Hirsch "My First Bookstore"

I got confused and mixed up God and grief - Edward Hirsch "My First Bookstore"

Even the bottomless spaces grieving - Edward Hirsch "Orphic Rites"

A country sealed behind him - Edward Hirsch "Orphic Rites"

Autumn in his heart - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Ginsburg"

Cut open my pilgrim heart - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Ginsburg"

What the migrant heart knows - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Ginsburg"

An unruly and subversive passion - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Wilde"

With a divine difference - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Wilde"

Brew us fatal pleasures - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Wilde"

Use our virtues to betray us - Edward Hirsch "Oscar Wilde"

Anguished immersion in radiance - Edward Hirsch "Paul Valery"

The threshold of human will - Edward Hirsch "Paul Valery"

Euphoric nonsense - Edward Hirsch "Paul Valery"

A raging sea of obsessions - Edward Hirsch "Paul Valery"

Necessary ache of creative violence - Edward Hirsch "Paul Valery"

Sleepwalking his open heart - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

Reading the mysterious script of you - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

Nowhere without walls - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

In the corner seat of love - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

Crack open my heart for you - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

My destiny of furious shadows - Edward Hirsch "Robert Desnos"

In the harsh inner light of an all-night diner - Edward Hirsch "The Task"

Ruining your heart over mug after mug of bitter coffee - Edward Hirsch "The Task"

Or some other mystic of nothingness - Edward Hirsch "The Task"

With loners and insomniacs facing the darkness - Edward Hirsch "The Task"

An interminable night that stretched into months and years - Edward Hirsch "The Task"

Riding the cab of an iron dungeon - Edward Hirsch "That's the Job"

To track down a few hundred giants in chains - Edward Hirsch "That's the Job"

Chains clanking together on rusty wheels - Edward Hirsch "That's the Job"

The clearing yard loaded with empty freight cars - Edward Hirsch "That's the Job"

Taking away its names - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

No more time for commonplace aspirations - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

A rapture of unmaking - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

To their first splendor - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

Matching the oblivion within - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

A garden of cancellations - Edward Hirsch "The Unnaming"

The walls around you kept closing in - Edward Hirsch "What the Last Evening Will Be Like"

To drink with you from the watery fog - Edward Hirsch "What the Last Evening Will Be Like"

You're alone with the whirling cosmos - Edward Hirsch "What the Last Evening Will Be Like"

Night is endless here, silence infinite - Edward Hirsch "What the Last Evening Will Be Like"

The wind sighs for hundreds of miles - Edward Hirsch "Widening Sky"

I am disappearing so far into the dark - Edward Hirsch "Widening Sky"

A tiny seashell that has secretly drifted ashore - Edward Hirsch "Widening Sky"

Who wanted to kneel down and pray without ceasing - Edward Hirsch "Wild Gratitude"

In every one of the splintered London streets - Edward Hirsch "Wild Gratitude"

His grave prayers for the other lunatics - Edward Hirsch "Wild Gratitude"

For its calm bravery and ordinary good conscience - Edward Hirsch "Wild Gratitude"

The slithering serpent of doubt - Edward Hirsch "Zora Neale Hurston"

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Parted by the stroke of a mighty rod - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

The white mists robed and throned her - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

And bade the gray seas guard - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

What strange keels touched her shore - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

And watched Magellan's white-winged ships - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

And feuds as old as Cain - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

With pale reflection of her star - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

The unmapped seas took tribute - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

Outcast of the older lands - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

Sinew and bone she drew them - Sharlot M. Hall "The West"

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Layered in delicate ash - Zoe Hitzig "I Looked on My Right Hand and Beheld"

Careful as geometry allows - Zoe Hitzig "I Looked on My Right Hand and Beheld"

As simple as concrete - Zoe Hitzig "I Looked on My Right Hand and Beheld"

The logic of conviction - Zoe Hitzig "I Looked on My Right Hand and Beheld"

Before the terms are defined - Zoe Hitzig "I Looked on My Right Hand and Beheld"

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That's where our paths diverged - Marilyn Hacker "For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back"

The iron key in the rusted lock - Marilyn Hacker "For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back"

Two horses grazed on a roof - Marilyn Hacker "For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back"

The habitual tropes of exclusion - Marilyn Hacker "Ghazal: The Dark Times"

A little more grief every day - Marilyn Hacker "Ghazal (Ya Lateef!)"

The oligarchs trampling the green - Marilyn Hacker "Ghazal (Ya Lateef!)"

No useful conclusion in sight - Marilyn Hacker "Ghazal (Ya Lateef!)"

A matrix of tales that are one - Marilyn Hacker "Ghazal (Ya Lateef!)"

Scribbled with retribution - Marilyn Hacker "Headaches"

The downside of any evening's bright exchanges - Marilyn Hacker "Headaches"

Tortured syntax, thorned thoughts - Marilyn Hacker "Headaches"

No exit except explosion - Marilyn Hacker "Headaches"

Still asking them questions - Marilyn Hacker "Headaches"

Attention fraying in late afternoon light - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"Gnarls of an old text in the other alphabet - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"

Reweave the fabric of liminal unravelings - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"

Where exiles with dictionaries lose themselves - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"

Where Socrates murmurs to unbaptized babies - Marilyn Hacker "Interval"

The woman with spring water palms - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

The woman with rocks in her pockets - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

The woman who knows names - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

Upside-down on the monkey bars - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

The heiress of scraped knees - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

Any witch's youngest daughter golden and bold - Marilyn Hacker "Iva's Pantoum"

The vow of silence breaks - Marilyn Hacker "Lacoste IV"

The sun doing its best to be sustaining - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

One more invented memory - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

A fantasy cobbled out of desire - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

The morning round the bend - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

Littered with laundry-frames and clotheslines - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

Two geraniums bravely in leaf - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

Other skies of other decades - Marilyn Hacker "Montpeyroux Sonnets 7"

Whose memory will frame the photograph - Marilyn Hacker "Morning News"

Between blackouts and blasts - Marilyn Hacker "Morning News"

Books exchanged for bread - Marilyn Hacker "Morning News"

Black strokes on a graph of broken glass - Marilyn Hacker "Morning News"

Through the shock of cold and glare - Marilyn Hacker "Nearly a Valediction"

Swaddled in strange air - Marilyn Hacker "Nearly a Valediction"

A wrong number at midnight - Marilyn Hacker "Nearly a Valediction"

The year poised on the equinox - Marilyn Hacker "Nearly a Valediction"

Choice that's asymptotic to a goal - Marilyn Hacker "On Marriage"

My whole trajectory's toward you - Marilyn Hacker "On Marriage"

Shellshocked at needing anyone - Marilyn Hacker "Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more]"

Willing the door open with your need - Marilyn Hacker "Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more]"

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That cannot be addressed in language - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

The questions where promises lodge - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

The more evident surfaces of our lives - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

What body defies the word? - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

Stand without settling - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

Resist without refusal - Jen Hofer "future somatics to-do list"

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Unholy trinity of suburban late-night salvation - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

Seemingly endless options of worship - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

The window inside of a confessional booth - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

Masking warning signs - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

Hearing out of tune voices scream - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

The grass walls of a teenage wasteland - Aaron Tyler Hand "Self-Portrait as Combinations Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC"

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When good stars agree - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: A Tribute"

With holiest affection glows - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: A Tribute"

Is born the elemental woe - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: A Tribute"

That my heart may cease to ache - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: A Tribute"

Widely scattered words remembered - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Which embittered every cup - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Quenching all my faith - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Or tossed his burnished share - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Of coming power and new possessions - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

A chaos of fresh passion - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

In one swift sweep of vision - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

My soul baptized and set apart - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

With the suns of the long eons - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Sprang to kiss the sun - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

My spirit humbled by surprise - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

To meet its golden coming - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Other nights and other storms - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Their strange wild music - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

No motion of response - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Counting the beaded silence - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

Which only Faith unlocks - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part 1: Childhood and Youth"

To the ocean of your breath - J.G. Holland "Kathrina: Complaint"

Other souls in other latitudes - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

The hours of growing restlessness - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Poured out its measured tides - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Through all the web of sound - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

With swifter hands and surer feet - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Kissed the cheek of death - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Did my eyes profane the hour - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Defrauds the mirror - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Imposed upon desire - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Washed of the hot day's dust - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Be told by tears - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Beyond the power of light to warm - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

The life of the unfolding ages - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Aptitude for utterance divine - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Can streams surpass their fountains? - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Two petals more on every flower - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Its noblest forms and boldest flights - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Aware of space encumbered - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Whose wine was life to me - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Autumn's opening door - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

Touched the hem of the dark mountain's robe - J.G. Holland "Kathrina Part II: Love"

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Fear and hands, underbelly and blade - Nicole Homer "Underbelly"

Will answer to knife - Nicole Homer "Underbelly"

Have not forgotten the knife - Nicole Homer "Underbelly"

Without the armor of its scars - Nicole Homer "Underbelly"

Dreams are how I haunt myself - Nicole Homer "Underbelly"

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The mirror gave me back a form - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

That thrilled me with dismay - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

E'en Nature's smile a bitter mockery wore - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

And I alone was cursed and loathed - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

I mused beneath the avalanche - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Became to me a passion and a dream - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

I stood amid the forms of light - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

As well might I aspire to build a star - Mrs. E.N. Horsford "The Deformed Artist" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Called from the depths of chaos form and might - Miss Mary Gardiner "The Deity" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

The stars of night in circling systems moved - Miss Mary Gardiner "The Deity" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

Calls the lightning from its throne on high - Miss Mary Gardiner "The Deity" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

The sunbeam in its trackless flight - Miss Mary Gardiner "The Deity" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

The archangel's voice in tones sublime - Miss Mary Gardiner "The Deity" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

Left its ruby throne on high - Mary Gardiner Horsford "The Lost Pleiad"

From this low fraction of expiring time - Mary Gardiner Horsford "The Lost Pleiad"

Sparkling foam and solemn murmurs - Mary Gardiner Horsford "My Native Isle"

The low night-wind had fled - Mary Gardiner Horsford "The Pilgrims' Fast"

That fled with the monarch of light - Mary Gardiner Horsford "Pleurs"

Sunshine that gleams from Eternity's shore - Mary Gardiner Horsford "Pleurs"

In the shade of a fortress of snows - Mary Gardiner Horsford "Pleurs"

The brightest and best in the lists of fame - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

To look with grief on the culprit's way - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Daring spirit and purpose high - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

The fires of hell rage fierce and warm - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

What victim comes those frowns to dare? - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Flings its radiance over life's changing way - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Hope has found in her heart a tomb - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Whose light is faint as the moon in a cloudy night - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Nerved with the strength of wild despair - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

To roll the clouds of midnight from your hearts - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

A curse too bitter and wild for the broken heart - Mary Gardiner "The Sacrifice" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Silent and swift as the flight of Time - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

The star that shines in the midnight sky - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

Had learned to wear the crown of sorrow - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

Where the fountains of gladness start - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

Fragrance shed on the desert air - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

Raise the veil from the shores of Time - Mary Gardiner "The Song of Death"

The hollow moan of distant seas - Mrs. Mary G. Horsford "Thermopylae"

Where thousands met to die - Mrs. Mary G. Horsford "Thermopylae"

The cannon whose forge is the sun - Mary Gardiner Horsford "The Thunderbolt"

Flowers that spring from the same root below - Mrs. Mary G. Horsford "To an Absent Sister" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

And though our paths lie separate now - Mrs. Mary G. Horsford "To an Absent Sister" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

By the stern disciplines of grief - Mrs. Mary G. Horsford "To an Absent Sister" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

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As kingfishers catch fire - Gerard Manley Hopkins "As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame"

Dragonflies draw flame - Gerard Manley Hopkins "As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame"

Your fading fire mend first - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Candle Indoors"

Vital candle in close heart's vault - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Candle Indoors"

That year of now done darkness - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Carrion Comfort"

With that steep or deep - Gerard Manley Hopkins "41 [No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,]"

Serves in a whirlwind - Gerard Manley Hopkins "41 [No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,]"

Each day dies with sleep - Gerard Manley Hopkins "41 [No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,]"

Where all surrenders come - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Habit of Perfection"

And find the uncreated light - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Habit of Perfection"

What would the world be, once bereft - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Inversnaid"

Once bereft of wet and wildness - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Inversnaid"

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Inversnaid"

Who makes rainbows by invention? - Gerard Manley Hopkins "It was a hard thing to undo this knot"

On falling waters writes the text - Gerard Manley Hopkins "It was a hard thing to undo this knot"

Play hypocrite to my own heart - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Peace"

Two noises too old to end - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Sea and the Skylark"

Down to man's last dust - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Sea and the Skylark"

As a skate's heel sweeps smooth - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Windhover"

And gliding rebuffed the big wind - Gerard Manley Hopkins "The Windhover"

Has not yet felt the snow - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

Crawl on hissing ground - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

A single passage of weak notes - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

All the winter bird dare try - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

All ways the molten colours run - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

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Grown on the winter's edge - Nora Hopper "April in Ireland"

And pressing blindly sunwards - Nora Hopper "April in Ireland"

This daughter of the years - Nora Hopper "April in Ireland"

Set upon sorrow's edge - Nora Hopper "April in Ireland"

The yellow weeds you used to ride - Nora Hopper "The Wind Among the Reeds"

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Tilt and meander of wonder - Jane Hirshfield "As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us"

The char of ordinary sweetness - Jane Hirshfield "As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us"

When windows keep their promise to open - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

When rain leaps to the waiting of roots - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

Sits long inside his last sorrow - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

With snow-scent and lavender bless you - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

Surprise you inside your ears - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

Unfold itself inside your eyes - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

Let its vastness be undisguised - Jane Hirshfield "A Blessing for Wedding"

Sheltering foxes and beetles - Jane Hirshfield "Counting, This New Year's Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me"

Last year's late-ripening persimmons - Jane Hirshfield "Counting, This New Year's Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me"

The feet of the new sufferings followed - Jane Hirshfield "Counting, This New Year's Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me"

Stone did not become apple - Jane Hirshfield "Counting, This New Year's Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me"

Evolution might have turned left - Jane Hirshfield "Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes"

If the unbearable were not weightless - Jane Hirshfield "Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes"

The grief of what hasn't changed yet - Jane Hirshfield "Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes"

Metal of what stays behind - Jane Hirshfield "Dog Tag"

When a gift arrives from the sea - Jane Hirshfield "Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World"

As if it were one you had chosen - Jane Hirshfield "Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World"

The envious gods take back what they can - Jane Hirshfield "Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World"

Like the painting's fifth cow - Jane Hirshfield "February 29"

An alphabet's molecules - Jane Hirshfield "First Light Edging Cirrus"

Small rivulets still flowing downhill - Jane Hirshfield "I wanted to be surprised."

The borrowed city around me - Jane Hirshfield "I wanted to be surprised."

Keeps coming back in the dream - Jane Hirshfield "Late Self-Portrait by Rembrandt"

A voice kept far from feeling - Jane Hirschfield "Ledger"

The length and weight and silence of the bereft - Jane Hirschfield "Ledger"

Height now is treasure - Jane Hirschfield "Ledger"

No twenty-fifth hour will be given - Jane Hirschfield "Ledger"

Our cataloged vanishing unfinished heaven - Jane Hirschfield "Ledger"

We witnessed with voices and hands - Jane Hirshfield "Let Them Not Say"

A bowl held in both hands - Jane Hirshfield "Mosquito"

Then multiply by existence - Jane Hirshfield "Mosquito"

Ice is astonished by water - Jane Hirshfield "Mosquito"

All who believe in the senses - Jane Hirshfield "My Debt"

The trembling work of a spider - Jane Hirshfield "My Debt"

Cities that glittered like rubies - Jane Hirshfield "My Debt"

The debt that is owed to the real - Jane Hirshfield "My Debt"

Set down your flammable colors - Jane Hirshfield "My Debt"

My life and I made jokes together - Jane Hirshfield "My Life Was the Size of My Life"

My empty suitcase and I returned - Jane Hirshfield "My Life Was the Size of My Life"

Absorbed by your own concentration - Jane Hirshfield "My Skeleton"

The facts were told not to speak - Jane Hirshfield "On the Fifth Day"

Only the wind that spoke of its bees - Jane Hirshfield "On the Fifth Day"

This night again will watch its fireflies - Jane Hirshfield "Solstice"

Who were also opulent - Jane Hirshfield "Solstice"

The dark's mirror lengthened - Jane Hirshfield "Solstice"

One's gain was not the other lessened - Jane Hirshfield "Solstice"

Held this mornings apples as they fell - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

Streaked by one touch of the careless brush - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

Why some choose solitude - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

Unencumbered by love of earth - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

Kite now a little higher on gold air - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

That shines unleafed in winter rain - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

The pendant gold of necklaced summer - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

Seed-black of the waiting heart - Jane Hirshfield "A Sweetening All Around Me as It Falls"

A rusty shadow neither hunting nor playing - Jane Hirshfield "Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight"

The woods took them back - Jane Hirshfield "Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight"

Put on again the vest of many pockets - Jane Hirshfield "Vest"

Of happiness measured against all the dark - Jane Hirshfield "The Weighing"

And still the scales balance - Jane Hirshfield "The Weighing"

A well runs out of thirst - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

Time runs out of a week - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

A year runs out of its days - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

To stand on the lip of a question - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

Two big planets of unpainted silence - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

The first cell that learned to divide - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

Add salt to hunger - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

Add time to trees - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

Zero plus anything is a world - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

By each breath changed - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

A cello forgiving one note as it goes - Jane Hirshfield "Zero Plus Anything Is a World"

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When beauty's trace is worn away - George Moses Horton "Memory"

Pleasure, with her harps unstrung - George Moses Horton "Memory"

Leaves them on the willows hung - George Moses Horton "Memory"

Twilight bursting from thy wheels - George Moses Horton "Memory"

Ascends and bids oblivion fly - George Moses Horton "Memory"

And bid his smiling day expire - George Moses Horton "Memory"

And sets thy hidden stars on fire - George Moses Horton "Memory"

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Would be granted evening - Andrew Hudgins "Arcadia"

Brain bright with her fire - Andrew Hudgins "Asleep with the Dog"

Chaos at the margin - Andrew Hudgins "Behemoth and Leviathan"

In their looming disappearance - Andrew Hudgins "Behemoth and Leviathan"

Outside reclaiming inside - Andrew Hudgins "Blur"

Dubious and luminous joy - Andrew Hudgins "Blur"

Gave ourselves to fragrance - Andrew Hudgins "The Chinaberry Trees"

Like furies in the fruit - Andrew Hudgins "The Chinaberry Trees"

Returning from old understandings - Andrew Hudgins "A Flag of Honeysuckle"

Past confining flesh - Andrew Hudgins "In"

Invisible in temporary heaven - Andrew Hudgins "In"

Understanding is obliteration - Andrew Hudgins "Silver"

Hungering in the blood garden - Andrew Hudgins "The Snake"

The light of our own dreaming - Andrew Hudgins "Two Strangers Enter Sodom"

For the lost celestial men - Andrew Hudgins "Two Strangers Enter Sodom"

In our god-dazzled night - Andrew Hudgins "Two Strangers Enter Sodom"

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The storm clouds in your waking eyes - Langston Hughes "Africa"

Have almost forgotten my dream - Langston Hughes "As I Grew Older"

Lie down in the shadow - Langston Hughes "As I Grew Older"

Help me to shatter this darkness - Langston Hughes "As I Grew Older"

Into a thousand lights of sun - Langston Hughes "As I Grew Older"

Into a thousand whirling dreams - Langston Hughes "As I Grew Older"

On Friday the eagle flies - Langston Hughes "Consider Me"

Cannot live on tomorrow's bread - Langston Hughes "Democracy"

The snake that spirals terror - Langston Hughes "Desert"

Rumble of a dream deferred - Langston Hughes "Dream Boogie"

One handful of dream-dust - Langston Hughes "Dream Dust"

Death is a drum beating forever - Langston Hughes "Drum"

Beat the drums of tragedy - Langston Hughes "Fantasy in Purple"

One blaring trumpet note of sun - Langston Hughes "Fantasy in Purple"

Have turned all the corners - Langston Hughes "Final Curve"

In silver thread and diamond notes - Langston Hughes "Flatted Fifths"

Sing it softly, for the song is wild - Langston Hughes "Genius Child"

To scatter star-dust in their eyes - Langston Hughes "Graduation"

The beaten brass of the moon - Langston Hughes "A House in Taos"

In time of silver rain - Langston Hughes "In Time of Silver Rain"

To catch a rainbow cry - Langston Hughes "In Time of Silver Rain"

Letting midnight out on bail - Langston Hughes "Jam Session"

Sprinkling salt on a dreamer's tail - Langston Hughes "Jam Session"

Take the neon lights and make a crown - Langston Hughes "Juke Box Love Song"

In the arms of your pity - Langston Hughes "Litany"

Rocks that burst asunder - Langston Hughes "Love"

The wind has undressed the moon - Langston Hughes "March Moon"

Sweet as purple dew - Langston Hughes "Midnight Dancer"

In the raffle of the night - Langston Hughes "Midnight Raffle"

Grabs a load of sunrise - Langston Hughes "Migrant"

Makes hammer beat of drum beat - Langston Hughes "Migrant"

Frightened a thousand miles away - Langston Hughes "Migrant"

Cutting the darkness and kissing the moon - Langston Hughes "Moonlight Night: Carmel"

No crystal stair - Langston Hughes "Mother to Son"

Crocodile tears of crocodile art - Langston Hughes "Movies"

Laughing in all the wrong places - Langston Hughes "Movies"

Loud laughers in the hands of Fate - Langston Hughes "My People"

The child they stole from the sand - Langston Hughes "The Negro Mother"

A dream like steel in my soul - Langston Hughes "The Negro Mother"

Those years a torch for tomorrow - Langston Hughes "The Negro Mother"

When dawns were young - Langston Hughes "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"

Older than the flow of human blood - Langston Hughes "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"

The two moons and the seventeen stars - Langston Hughes "Night: Four Songs"

The four songs unsung - Langston Hughes "Night: Four Songs"

Taken my blues and gone - Langston Hughes "Note on Commercial Theatre"

A land of fragrant water - Langston Hughes "Our Land"

This land where joy is wrong - Langston Hughes "Our Land"

In the face of what we remember - Langston Hughes "Puzzled"

A box car some train has forgotten - Langston Hughes "Railroad Avenue"

Laughter hardening the dusk - Langston Hughes "Railroad Avenue"

Nor fuel for the clean flame of joy - Langston Hughes "Ruby Brown"

A certain amount of nothing - Langston Hughes "Same in Blues"

Ships etched against the sky - Langston Hughes "Seascape"

Dangerous as a sliver of the moon - Langston Hughes "Sliver"

Drinking the dewdrop's mystery - Langston Hughes "Snail"

A naked shadow on a gnarled and naked tree - Langston Hughes "Song for a Dark Girl"

Sorrow with dust in her hair - Langston Hughes "Song for Billie Holiday"

Scratching in the dead fire's ashes - Langston Hughes "The South"

May escape the spell of the South - Langston Hughes "The South"

A great drum beaten with swift sticks - Langston Hughes "Sport"

Eternity an unblown saxophone - Langston Hughes "Sport"

Death becomes an empty cabaret - Langston Hughes "Sport"

And yesterday a glass of gin - Langston Hughes "Sport"

The four bells she's awaiting - Langston Hughes "Summer Evening"

To forget that tomorrow is Monday - Langston Hughes "Summer Evening"

Devour the corrupt bones of this world - Langston Hughes "Sunday Morning Prophecy"

And somewhat more free - Langston Hughes "Theme for English B"

Through dreams made whole - Langston Hughes "To You"

The vast horizons of the soul - Langston Hughes "To You"

Autumn flower in the frozen rain - Langston Hughes "Troubled Woman"

Honey mixed with liquid fire - Langston Hughes "Trumpet Player"

Ecstasy distilled from old desire - Langston Hughes "Trumpet Player"

But dream ships sail away - Langston Hughes "Water-Front Streets"

Who carry beauties in their hearts - Langston Hughes "Water-Front Streets"

Come with a blast of trumpets - Langston Hughes "When Sue Wears Red"

A love-fire sharp like pain - Langston Hughes "When Sue Wears Red"

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Then Heart grew kettle-cold - Richard Hughes "Cottager is given the Bird (1921)"

Dim that travelling eye - Richard Hughes "Cottager is given the Bird (1921)"

With the love of my strained bones - Richard Hughes "Cottager is given the Bird (1921)"

Frame deeper mysteries - Richard Hughes "Felo de Se"

And wander in a larger Doubt - Richard Hughes "Felo de Se"

Gnaw not yet thine intricate cocoon - Richard Hughes "Felo de Se"

For twist of a beggar's tongue - Richard Hughes "Gratitude"

Robbed Charon's garden - Richard Hughes "Gratitude"

Kept it for some goldless debt - Richard Hughes "Gratitude"

Be passionless in the room - Richard Hughes "The Image"

And bitterly hang on the flowerless air - Richard Hughes "The Image"

Painting pictures worth nothing at all - Richard Hughes "Isaac Ball"

Has ousted the bluebells - Richard Hughes "Judy"

With noise the night went by - Richard Hughes "Moon-Struck"

Bent grass dared not grow - Richard Hughes "Moon-Struck"

Anchored with the rain - Richard Hughes "The Rolling Saint"

With ballast of round thunder - Richard Hughes "The Rolling Saint"

And the moss creeps after - Richard Hughes "The Ruin"

The sudden nip of knives - Richard Hughes "The Ruin"

No memories by the stars - Richard Hughes "The Ruin"

Stilled is the muttered thunder - Richard Hughes "The Sermon (Wales, 1920)"

Dead clouds awoke and quivered - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"

The heavy sky that could not weep - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"

And thirty singing furies ride to split the sky - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"

And lash the wet-flanked wind - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"

Like a steep shower of snakes - Richard Hughes "Storm: to the Theme of Polyphemus"

Tremble at the heavy thunder-shocks - Richard Hughes "Storm: to the Theme of Polyphemus"

Resplendent on the shattered stage - Richard Hughes "Storm: to the Theme of Polyphemus"

When a brass sun staggers above the sky - Richard Hughes "Tramp (The Bath Road, June)"

Sudden flashes of the slipping skies - Richard Hughes "Tramp (The Bath Road, June)"

Hides a devil in a tree - Richard Hughes "Tramp (The Bath Road, June)"

Hints a glory in the clouds - Richard Hughes "Tramp (The Bath Road, June)"

Had such store of golden tones - Richard Hughes "Vagrancy"

Flame out a desperate and last surmise - Richard Hughes "Vagrancy"

Sleep, like a messenger of great import - Richard Hughes "Vagrancy"

The wind lacks even strength to sigh - Richard Hughes "Weald"

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To wash overripe stars - Ishion Hutchinson "Aubade"

Leaning on the breeze - Ishion Hutchinson "Aubade"

Restless as unappeased trees - Ishion Hutchinson "Aubade"

Upon the bulwark of its silence - Ishion Hutchinson “Rocksteady”

A mystery among faces - Ishion Hutchinson “Rocksteady”

Faithless and haunting - Ishion Hutchinson “Rocksteady”

Against the divided sun - Ishion Hutchinson “Rocksteady”

Above all, I live forever - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

Redecorate paradise - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

Reflecting scarred light - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

News of consolation - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

Murmurs through my fingers - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

And chant down stars - Ishion Hutchinson "Roof Nightclub"

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Orion lifts his tangled feet - Aldous Huxley "Anniversaries"

A brown swirl of windy leaves - Aldous Huxley "Anniversaries"

A dry whisper of withered rain - Aldous Huxley "Anniversaries"

A spark of blue delight - Aldous Huxley "Anniversaries"

Through passion into thought - Aldous Huxley "Anniversaries"

Little rutilant stones sunk in black basalt - Aldous Huxley "Behemoth"

That laps his flesh and iron bones - Aldous Huxley "Behemoth"

Deep and wide as an old Cyclops' drinking bowl - Aldous Huxley "Behemoth"

Across the Lethe of the years - Aldous Huxley "Books and Thoughts"

Returning into the core of steel - Aldous Huxley "The Burning Wheel"

All bitterness lost in the infinite - Aldous Huxley "The Burning Wheel"

The terrible stillness of the adamant core and the steel-hard chain - Aldous Huxley "The Burning Wheel"

Grey ghost in the mountain - Aldous Huxley "By the Fire"

Vapours blue as distance - Aldous Huxley "By the Fire"

The lanterns of a revelling night - Aldous Huxley "The Elms"

I seek the quietude of stones - Aldous Huxley "Escape"

Drink fire of the sunshine - Aldous Huxley "The Flowers"

And weariness beyond the hope of death - Aldous Huxley "Formal Verses I: [Mother of all my future memories]"

Mother of all my future memories - Aldous Huxley "Formal Verses I"

Had oratory for its own defence - Aldous Huxley "Formal Verses II: [Ah, those were days of silent happiness!]"

Envied not Demosthenes his Greek - Aldous Huxley "Formal Verses II"

The poet's mind boils gold and amethyst - Aldous Huxley "The Garden"

The infinite endeavour of a sad fountain - Aldous Huxley "The Garden"

But doomed to break in weeping music - Aldous Huxley "The Garden"

Dark blue and calm as music dying out - Aldous Huxley "The Ideal Found Wanting"

Kicked at cardboard, gaped at red limelight - Aldous Huxley "The Ideal Found Wanting"

Pours its avalanche of Light - Aldous Huxley "Inspiration"

The jewelled heaven of the grasses - Aldous Huxley "Inspiration"

Of drought and dust and stone - Aldous Huxley "Italy"

As flowers upon the sky - Aldous Huxley "Italy"

Roses of lucid shadow - Aldous Huxley "Italy"

Wheeling galaxies of birds - Aldous Huxley "Italy"

Old secrets unforgotten - Aldous Huxley "The Mirror"

These treasured things I laid upon the pyre - Aldous Huxley "Misplaced Love"

But there was naught but ashes at the last - Aldous Huxley "Misplaced Love"

But tunnels on through ages of oblivion - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

On through ages of oblivion - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

The gold serenity of western skies - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

Through the sunset's inmost core - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

Catacombs that ancient fate had carved - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

With a phantom's cockcrow smile - Aldous Huxley "Mole"

In a vanishing skein of grey - Aldous Huxley "On the 'Bus"

Infinitely second-hand - Aldous Huxley "On the 'Bus"

The adverse walls of fate - Aldous Huxley "Out of the Window"

Receive our casual apocalypse - Aldous Huxley "Perils of the Small Hours"

Of bells slow-dying from discord to the hush - Aldous Huxley "Philoclea in the Forest"

If the briars have tangled Time - Aldous Huxley "Philoclea in the Forest"

Though no bonds restrain - Aldous Huxley "Philoclea in the Forest"

That sweetly dreams itself away - Aldous Huxley "Philoclea in the Forest"

The birds sing faint broken songs - Aldous Huxley "Philoclea in the Forest"

A coloured skein of thoughts - Aldous Huxley "Poem"

Lay ripening in my soul - Aldous Huxley "Poem"

Who saw the bright earth beckon - Aldous Huxley "Poem"

Baffles even the grasp of time - Aldous Huxley "Points and Lines"

And the stars are mirrored across me - Aldous Huxley "Points and Lines"

A thread of shaken silver - Aldous Huxley "Points and Lines"

Owns a paradise of glass - Aldous Huxley "Private Property"

Another day that dies unwept - Aldous Huxley "Quotidian Vision"

Green aquarium of phantom fish - Aldous Huxley "The Reef"

Of colour and pure wings - Aldous Huxley "The Reef"

Of our foiled violences - Aldous Huxley "The Reef"

With its ageless starry fire - Aldous Huxley "The Reef"

One new and precious memory - Aldous Huxley "Return to an Old Home"

White and milk-warm sphinx - Aldous Huxley "Revelation"

I taste a strange apocalypse - Aldous Huxley "Revelation"

Knowledge from this tainted well - Aldous Huxley "Revelation"

That wake from piercing ecstasies - Aldous Huxley "Revelation"

A narrow turmoil of troubled fire - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

Grey pillars bear the stooping sky - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

The lamps round pool of gold - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

Withhold the quickening radiance - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

Where mountains throw their silent spell - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

Into the death of gems - Aldous Huxley "Scenes of the Mind"

Springing in dark and rusty flame - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

An upward agony of undefined desires - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Happy in the golden march of sunlight - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Leads the withering moon on cloudy stairs - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Cloudy stairs over the heaven's wide arch - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Through the grey tears that blur the sky - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Tuned my music to the trees - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

An anguish of evening gold - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

How the poplar trees unfold - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Rustling in silvery whispers - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

In dark and rusty flame - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

In the golden march of sunlight - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

The withering moon on cloudy stairs - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

Grey tears that blur the sky - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

The heart of the triumphing blue - Aldous Huxley "Song of Poplars"

A stream past fabulous shores - Aldous Huxley "Stanzas"

That lift the shoulder of a god - Aldous Huxley "Stanzas"

In a flame of chiselled stone - Aldous Huxley "Stanzas"

Speaking the song of birds - Aldous Huxley "Stanzas"

Golden instants in the deep - Aldous Huxley "Summer Stillness"

The trellis that hides our joys - Aldous Huxley "Two Songs 1 [Thick-flowered is the trellis]"

Prying eyes of malice - Aldous Huxley "Two Songs 1 [Thick-flowered is the trellis]"

None but the flowers have seen - Aldous Huxley "Two Songs 1 [Thick-flowered is the trellis]"

Bitter laughter and bitter tears - Aldous Huxley "Two Songs 2 [Men of a certain age]"

Of lilies dead and turned to roses - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"

Roses red as an angry dawn - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"

With your strange airs of courteous sadness - Aldous Huxley "Villiers de l'Isle-Adam"

A gift of yearnings and despairs - Aldous Huxley "Villiers de l'Isle-Adam"

Too greatly noble for this iron age - Aldous Huxley "Villiers de l'Isle-Adam"

Bade the soul drink deep of infinite things - Aldous Huxley "Villiers de l'Isle-Adam"

From under brows of stone - Aldous Huxley "Waking"

Though it turn to ash at the end - Aldous Huxley "Waking"

A rose of fire that must blossom - Aldous Huxley "Waking"

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Outflamed the flame he was becoming - Yona Harvey "Boy in the Forest Between Living and Leaving"

Left through a hole in his chest - Yona Harvey "Boy in the Forest Between Living and Leaving"

Snuffed out candlewick shadow - Yona Harvey "But for now the music swings from her lacquered radio"

Knows when to leave her imaginings - Yona Harvey "But for now the music swings from her lacquered radio"

Not enough to guarantee safe voyage - Yona Harvey "Dark and Lovely After Take-Off (A Future)"

Above sprocket-punctured skylines - Yona Harvey "Dark and Lovely After Take-Off (A Future)"

Runways jeweled with wrenches and sheet metal - Yona Harvey "Dark and Lovely After Take-Off (A Future)"

Hundreds of missions passed & failed - Yona Harvey "Dark and Lovely After Take-Off (A Future)"

The shuddering of the heart compressed - Yona Harvey "Hickory Street, New Orleans"

Breaking at the edge of midnight - Yona Harvey "Hickory Street, New Orleans"

Firstborn into a hurricane - Yona Harvey "Hurricane"

Her head is empty of the drowned - Yona Harvey "Hurricane"

Latched in the sear of a hurricane - Yona Harvey "Hurricane"

Make my river an ocean - Yona Harvey "Hurricane"

Nor stairs at summer's door - Yona Harvey "Hush Harbor"

If the wicked call from the other side - Yona Harvey "'I worked hard so my girls didn't have to serve nobody else like I did except God'"

Anticipates angst & oddly angled aches - Yona Harvey "'I worked hard so my girls didn't have to serve nobody else like I did except God'"

Herbal constellations swivel in froth - Yona Harvey "'I worked hard so my girls didn't have to serve nobody else like I did except God'"

Like a magpie out of orbit - Yona Harvey "Like a Magpie"

There was blue between us - Yona Harvey "Open-Toed Shoes"

Ghost of a former tea-cup - Yona Harvey "Posting Bail"

One of the four Royal Stars - Yona Harvey "Q"

In these times of nervous weather - Yona Harvey "Q"

Out of the mouth of a tyrant - Yona Harvey "Segregation Continuum"

Toss off the lint of dandelions - Yona Harvey "Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime"

That hosts the most private sorrows - Yona Harvey "Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime"

Feeds the hungriest ghosts - Yona Harvey "Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime"

The sly mechanics of her strength - Yona Harvey "The Subject of Surrender"

A lifestyle fueled by vodka - Yona Harvey "You Don't Have to Go to Mars for Love"

Not afraid of breaking things - Yona Harvey "You Don't Have to Go to Mars for Love"

An interconnected power shift - Yona Harvey "You Don't Have to Go to Mars for Love"

The sharp blade of autonomy - Yona Harvey "You Don't Have to Go to Mars for Love"

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How you became ashes - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Turn west toward granite - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

To manifest four humours in the arc - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Waves the only language - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Watch the light forget the mountains - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

No space for recognition - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Hang a ribbon above the water - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Rolling in along my spine - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Still bringing out the wind - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Bringing out the storm - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

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Synthetic wind of pulsing jellyfish - Tony Hoagland "Better than Expected"

Remember what you promised in July - Tony Hoagland "The Classics"

Wandered through your many destinations - Tony Hoagland "The Classics"

Fish in their tin armor - Tony Hoagland "Disappointment"

The querulous insistent chatter of desire - Tony Hoagland "Disappointment"

In your trench coat of solitude - Tony Hoagland "Disappointment"

With your scarf of resignation - Tony Hoagland "Disappointment"

Gifts for which I am not prepared - Tony Hoagland "Entangled"

My apparently inextinguishable notion - Tony Hoagland "Entangled"

In that most precious element of all - Tony Hoagland "Field Guide"

Pigeon feather floating on the tension of the water - Tony Hoagland "Field Guide"

So that the next reader will know - Tony Hoagland "Field Guide"

A zillion crickets shimmeringly shrill - Tony Hoagland "Frog Song"

The varnished, punctured skein of sky - Tony Hoagland "Frog Song"

How long mistakes last - Tony Hoagland "Happy and Free"

A master at the art of being broken - Tony Hoagland "In the Waiting Room with Leonard Cohen"

An expert witness on the death of God - Tony Hoagland "In the Waiting Room with Leonard Cohen"

To understand the language of the whales - Tony Hoagland "Legend"

The loneliness of being imperfectly misunderstood - Tony Hoagland "Marriage Song"

Will make you a special loan called Time - Tony Hoagland "Marriage Song"

Have chosen the strange garments of confusion - Tony Hoagland "No Thank You"

Breathe the smoke of our distraction - Tony Hoagland "No Thank You"

In an alphabet I have forgotten - Tony Hoagland "Nobility"

Maddening peculiar purgatory - Tony Hoagland "Proof of Life"

A zombie sleepwalking through time - Tony Hoagland "Proof of Life"

Topple under all those promises - Tony Hoagland "Real Estate"

One Tuesday night's unhappiness - Tony Hoagland "Real Estate"

Begin with those marigolds you forgot to water - Tony Hoagland "Real Estate"

Down into the jawbone of the earth - Tony Hoagland "Scotch Tape"

A smokestack full of rage and fear - Tony Hoagland "A Short History of Modern Art"

Practice the procrastination of the elm - Tony Hoagland "Taking My Medicine"

The hazards of playing at innocence - Tony Hoagland "Ten Questions for the New Age"

Requiring giant infusions of illusion - Tony Hoagland "Ten Questions for the New Age"

As long as the money retains no memory - Tony Hoagland "Ten Reasons Why We Cannot Seem to Make Progress"

Taking the treacherous road to Ithaka - Tony Hoagland "The Third Dimension"

In the selfhood of wasps - Tony Hoagland "The Truth"

Watch the smooth airships of Zen - Tony Hoagland "Upward"

Our extended allegiance to stones - Tony Hoagland "Upward"

Not even pain can guide it home - Tony Hoagland "A Walk Around the Property"

Live their lives in fragments - Tony Hoagland "Which Would You Prefer, a Story or an Explanation?"

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To balance your side of the scale - Tom Hall "The American Slave"

A whispered vow beneath the budding elm - Tom Hall "Her Reverie"

Where pale stars pierced the dark - Tom Hall "Her Reverie"

With Cupid at the helm - Tom Hall "Her Reverie"

Something a queen could not buy - Tom Hall "The Kiss"

Of islands where the lotus grows - Tom Hall "One Wish"

Used a rosebud for a brush - Tom Hall "The Perfect Face"

A problem for your midnight toil - Tom Hall "A Problem"

That no millionaire can buy - Tom Hall "She Is Mine"

After making three millions in gold - Tom Hall "Why he asked for a Vacation"

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Their feet are lost in the shadows - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Envoy"

And flamed with the morning star - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Envoy"

Reds magnificent with death - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

The exquisite chromatics of decay - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

Colloquies of bronze and russet and gold - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

That break along this visual orchestra - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

And curse themselves silent - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"

Bleak day from bleaker night - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender III"

High in the horror of dawn - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender III"

First crocus in a world of winds and snows - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender IV"

From his watchman's height he saw - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender VII"

Deep in my gathering garden - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender X"

The song of a sunbeam netted - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender X"

Sky-born shadows mirrored on a stream - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XV"

All things that make the rose - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XVI"

When a hazard has made them one - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XXII"

Never a hint of a challenging hope - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender XXIII"

Mists still haunt the stony street - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital I. Enter Patient"

Corridors and stairs of stone and iron - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital I. Enter Patient"

The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital IV. Before"

Shadows lurch to the leap of the flame - William Ernest Henley "In Hospital VII. Vigil"

The wrangle and jangle of unrests - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With his home-grown quality of dark - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Waylaid by a merry ghost at every lamp - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A tryst of vague and strange and monstrous Majesties - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A lamplit bridge touching the troubled sky - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A tangle of silver gleams and dusky lights - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Charging the very texture of the gray - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Some world of memories and unbroken graves - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With new ore from some enchanted mine - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Shares in the universal alms of light - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Dispersed in wafts and drifts of gold - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

The hangman wind that tortures temper and light - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Hard on the skirts of the embittered night - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Oppressed the dragons of old time - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

A cave of cut-throat thoughts and villainous dreams - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

With wavering gulfs and antic heights - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

His watchfires cores of menace in the gloom - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Huddle together in the foul eclipse - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

However hard of mouth or wild of whim - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Through its jocund loveliness of length - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

That keeps the rolling universe ensphered - William Ernest Henley "London Voluntaries"

Although I have forgotten clean, I know - William Ernest Henley "Of a Toyokuni Color Print"

Gone with the old world to the grave - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

A myriad suns have set and shone - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The pride I trampled is now my scathe - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

The old resentment lasts like death - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

I break my heart on your hard unfaith - William Ernest Henley "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone"

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Of vortices that clash and fleet and ruin - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the sight of lamp and star - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the first twilight of self-conscious Time - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In some vile alley of the night waylaid - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Bent upon vast beginnings - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

And they pay their father's debt - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Space and dread and the dark - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In flight from the Avenger at his heel - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Storm through the desolate fastnesses - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the reddest hell of the fight - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Remorse thereby feels tolerant - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Deeds undone rankle, and snarl, and hunger - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In a ruining chaos of energy - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

From the foundations to the last edge of the cornerstone - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Renewing the visible miracle of the world - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The wistful stars shine like good memories - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Blows full of unforgotten hours - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

That touched the shafts of wavering fire - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

A patriarch that strolls through the tents of his children - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Scatters magnificent alms to the beggar trees - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Gloriously vaporised, visioned in gold - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The loud and loitering footfall of darkness - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The ghost of a summer that lived for us - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whither had flown the ancient wrong - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In truth the riddle's ill to read - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Vaulted about with the wonder of darkness - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Of your strangled and desperate endeavour - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Out of the roaring, impossible silences - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

And the best of our dreams drive under - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

So incredibly bereft of starlight - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The Debateable Land between their place and ours - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Laughter flickering back from shine to shade - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the face of some inevitable advance of doom - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

The anguish of prophecy tears them - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whose left hand honours with decay and death - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

Whose mailed hand keeps the keys - William Ernest Henley "Rhymes and Rhythms"

In the thunder that laughed over Eden - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

The Thunder that laughed over Eden - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Calling his dooms to the Winds of the world - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Calling his dooms to the Winds - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

A coal in the throat of the furnace - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Clothing the earth with a livery of lightnings - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Glittering and keen as the song of the winter stars - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Keen as the song of the winter stars - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

With the sweetness distilled of my strength - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

The sweetness distilled of my strength - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Give back in beauty the dread and the anguish - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Down the nethermost chasms of the Void - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

Life but a coin to be staked in the pastime - William Ernest Henley "The Song of the Sword"

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Of sparkle and hard blue gleam - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"

Light imperious talk of water freed - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"

Till fire runs in the maples and ice goes out - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"

Flattens his heart on granite - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Night on a Mountain"

Sternly lifted to starlight - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Night on a Mountain"

Stars befriend no mortal - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Night on a Mountain"

Ears bewildered with silence - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Night on a Mountain"

Keyed to walking shadows - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Night on a Mountain"

Drink if you really thirst - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Sacrements"

To wind your gossamer about my soul - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "Spring Music"

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In memory's distant sky - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "Alice Vernon"

Doomed to tread the sands alone - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Paintings hanging yet in memory's ghostly halls - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The captive sunbeams in her hair - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Forever fled from time's bleak desert shore - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Nor think life's brittle thread to sever - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "Hope On--Hope Ever" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Night from her gloomy dungeon freed - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "A Vision" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Bright-shielded Mars, who leads the host - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "A Vision" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

As fall the leaves in Autumn storm - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "A Vision" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

That seraphs mimic when they sing - E. Curtiss Hine, U.S.N. "A Vision" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

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One lone star stands a fiery sentinel - Jennie Earngey Hill "Alone"

Dim spectres tread that haunted verge - Jennie Earngey Hill "Alone"

Such scurrying of blow and bluster out - Jennie Earngey Hill "A Bit o' Cheer"

One stray emblem of returning spring - Jennie Earngey Hill "A Bit o' Cheer"

Cold will soon be fast upon us - Jennie Earngey Hill "Bonny Bunny"

To us bequeath your choicest boon - Jennie Earngey Hill "The Goldfinch"

And Marigold is Music's tongue - Jennie Earngey Hill "The Goldfinch"

In homage to him who reigneth - Jennie Earngey Hill "Consecration"

Her anger struck our ship aflame - Jennie Earngey Hill "Death's Spectre"

Branded spectre of the night - Jennie Earngey Hill "Death's Spectre"

Or distance deeper brand the scar - Jennie Earngey Hill "Distance"

A zephyr heartstrings' lyric bow - Jennie Earngey Hill "Distance"

While artful shadows come and go - Jennie Earngey Hill "Distance"

Doubt in sleep all cast asunder - Jennie Earngey Hill "Dreaming"

Deeply rooted in this heart so true - Jennie Earngey Hill "Enchantment"

Each soul becomes a fount of sweet content - Jennie Earngey Hill "Heartbloom"

A bleeding heart can never beat as strong - Jennie Earngey Hill "Heartbloom"

Whose smile wreathes early Morn - Jennie Earngey Hill "Life's Day"

Dries the dripping eyes of dawn - Jennie Earngey Hill "Life's Day"

A cheerful light to those forlorn - Jennie Earngey Hill "Life's Day"

A candle in a world of wrong - Jennie Earngey Hill "Life's Day"

The thieves of sad fate - Jennie Earngey Hill "The Meadowlark"

Pervades the air my spirit breathes - Jennie Earngey Hill "My Tribute"

Down loyal Art's lost corridor of Time - Jennie Earngey Hill "My Tribute"

Gusts of wind that frisk about - Jennie Earngey Hill "Nature's Game"

And pile them high like football fiends - Jennie Earngey Hill "Nature's Game"

A golden bomb bursts the glow'ring sky - Jennie Earngey Hill "Nature's Game"

Let Fury lead the way - Jennie Earngey Hill "Sailing"

Till circling air seems drunken quite - Jennie Earngey Hill "A Sleighing Song"

Moonbeams falling, gently trace - Jennie Earngey Hill "A Sleighing Song"

While seeking clover sweet - Jennie Earngey Hill "Song of the Bee"

Do tell why love must die - Jennie Earngey Hill "Song of the Brook"

Take their flight on the rifting clouds - Jennie Earngey Hill "Thot"

With the snowflakes merry fall - Jennie Earngey Hill "When Snowflakes Fall"

The wolf stands ever howling at their door - Jennie Earngey Hill "Winter"

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Who delight in the dance of a darling Bacchante - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

Who pours out his soul through the bagpipes - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

In an ecstasy past all control - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

Though secretly longing to join the diversion - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

All with the same end in view - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

And frightening the army of Xerxes away - Oliver Herford "An Alphabet of Celebrities"

A precious pearl that will not leave the oyster - Oliver Herford "The Bachelor Girl"

A proud sweet-pea that scorns to be a vine - Oliver Herford "The Bachelor Girl"

We drink confusion to your plan - Oliver Herford "The Bachelor Girl"

Two natures in perpetual strife - Oliver Herford "The Centaur"

Against three angry Heads prevail - Oliver Herford "Cerberus"

That Hell won't bear investigating - Oliver Herford "Charles W. Eliot"

We find a lion and a snake combined - Oliver Herford "The Chimera"

Such warning might have saved your life - Oliver Herford "The Cockatrice"

And Suitors more than she could count - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

And would not share the smallest atom of her Heart - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

And clamored madly at the door - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

To keep your head and save my Pride - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

A cheer rose from a Thousand Throats - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

At last the fatal morning came - Oliver Herford "A Corner in Curls"

And baits his hook with tender wishes - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: February, Pisces: The Fishes"

The Bears of Winter now are on the run - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: April, Taurus: The Bull"

Who sits on August's throne - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: August, Virgo: The Virgin"

And holds her court beside the laughing sea - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: August, Virgo: The Virgin"

The Scorpion, when hemmed in by Fire - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: October, Scorpio: The Scorpion"

Upon her pyre of maples fanned to flame - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: October, Scorpio: The Scorpion"

Winged with the memories of Summer days - Oliver Herford "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: November, Sagittarius: The Archer"

The Kitten, deaf to Duty's call - Oliver Herford "Education"

The scorn of Mouse and Bird and Boy - Oliver Herford "Education"

Thought him all her Fancy Painted - Oliver Herford "The Fairy Godmother-in-Law I: The Wedding"

No spell her pleasure blighted - Oliver Herford "The Fairy Godmother-in-Law I: The Wedding"

Take refuge in the deep Thesaurus - Oliver Herford "The Fairy Godmother-in-Law IV: The Ball"

Mixture of Mephistopheles, Don Quixote, and Diogenes - Oliver Herford "George Bernard Shaw"

Joined to the Cynic's arrogance - Oliver Herford "George Bernard Shaw"

Framed on Pythagorean plan - Oliver Herford "George Bernard Shaw"

To catch the fluttering Bird of Night - Oliver Herford "The Golden Cat"

To represent impatience on a monument - Oliver Herford "The Gryphon"

Who wear feathers when dressed up to kill - Oliver Herford "The Harpy"

Upset your darts in Lethe's river - Oliver Herford "The Heart of Ice"

A heart your have been stealing - Oliver Herford "The Heart of Ice"

Mistook him for the midnight sun - Oliver Herford "Henrik Ibsen"

Excel his boasted Strength and Speed - Oliver Herford "How the Lion Became King"

For Strength I'd back my claws alone - Oliver Herford "How the Lion Became King"

With the fastidious Bee compare - Oliver Herford "How the Lion Became King"

Work his will, and bow before his rod of iron - Oliver Herford "How the Lion Became King"

And kept thenceforth the crown conferred - Oliver Herford "How the Lion Became King"

Who has a thousand heads at least - Oliver Herford "The Hydra"

Blinded by fierce calcium rays - Oliver Herford "The Hydra"

To soothe the savage Hydra's breast - Oliver Herford "The Hydra"

Fall 'neath the hissing Hydra's hate - Oliver Herford "The Hydra"

Ready to spring with fearful roar - Oliver Herford "In Darkest Africa"

Umbrellas fold their wings and sleep - Oliver Herford "In Darkest Africa"

They nailed the Colosseum down - Oliver Herford "J. Pierpont Morgan"

A thing of Vapor, Fume and Glare - Oliver Herford "The Jinn"

The wand of Science now obey - Oliver Herford "The Jinn"

In pink velours and pea green checks - Oliver Herford "John S. Sargent"

With a time-honoured craft to make free - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

Whose works are depressing and eerie - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

I'm afraid I can't answer your query - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

Who loves free advice to extend - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

When the Opportune Moment shall come - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

Naught but a second-hand dealer in Light - Oliver Herford "A Little Book of Bores"

That head of curling snakes to dress - Oliver Herford "Medusa"

We've drunk to everything we know - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

One more Toast before we go - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

Mephisto never yet was caught beneath false colors - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

A world from all temptation free - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

To pawn his soul the sinner goes - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

Yet when Mephisto would foreclose - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

So let us toast our Foe of Foes - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"

All night she dreams in ocean caves - Oliver Herford "The Mermaid"

Who is it then that bites the Moon? - Oliver Herford "The Moon"

Who often soared to heights sublime - Oliver Herford "Pegasus"

Out of airy Nothing to invoke - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

To resist the stroke of unpermitted Paw - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

A Rodent to the Realms of Death address'd - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

The Lion and the Lizard keep the Courts - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Nor shall it break my sleep - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Impotent glimpses of the Game displayed - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

And Wrath consume me quite - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Must down the memory of that Insolence - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

This was all the Harvest that I reaped - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

We come like Kittens, and like Cats we go - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

As a Stone Cat should heed a Pebble cast - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

A moving Show of whirling Shadow Shapes - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Thro' Moon illumined Darkness hurled - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Enfold it nearer to our Heart's Desire - Oliver Herford "The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten"

Heavy with padlocks, bolts, and cording - Oliver Herford "Rudyard Kipling"

Where Untold Treasures hidden rest - Oliver Herford "Rudyard Kipling"

Made his bed among the glowing embers - Oliver Herford "The Salamander"

Having all Man's faults combined - Oliver Herford "The Satyr"

Although the gate slammed quickly to - Oliver Herford "The Satyr"

When one may be so Famous a Nonentity - Oliver Herford "The Sea Serpent"

A voice that drives the hearer mad - Oliver Herford "The Siren"

Now Time the harvester surveys - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: January"

His sorry crops of yesterdays - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: January"

Of trampled hopes and reaped regrets - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: January"

A cross between a Jester and a Libertine - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: March"

No blast from Heaven can destroy - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: March"

Turns and plays the deuce with Spring - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: April"

Wafting scented wreaths of love - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: May"

Red with summer's ashes strewn - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: September"

Same old Hard Luck tales to tell - Oliver Herford "The Smoker's Year Book: November"

Riddles she asked of all she met - Oliver Herford "The Sphinx"

That Gift of Gold to him denied - Oliver Herford "To My Toy Canary"

Play and sing to Birds alone - Oliver Herford "The Wakeful Princess"

And twisted roots his steps betray - Oliver Herford "The Wakeful Princess"

A spell that forced him to obey - Oliver Herford "The Wakeful Princess"

Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs of Hope - Oliver Herford "William Dean Howells"

Must to the giver come again - Oliver Herford "William Dean Howells"

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On the wings of the heavy gales - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

To its covert glides the silent bird - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

His ample robes on the wind unrolled - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Whirlwinds bear the dust of the plains - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Fills the wall of the crystal heavens - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Alone with the terrible hurricane - José María Heredia "The Hurricane" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

Cast aside those wide involving shadows - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

That my eyes may see the fearful beauty - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

At the fierce rushing of the hurricane - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

And showed its yawning caves beneath me - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

As I gaze upon the hurrying waters - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

That draw their fellows deep into impiety - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

The tide of time sweeps to eternity - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

Shared my lonely walk on this tremendous brink - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

Listen to the echoes of my fame - José María Heredia "Niagara" transl. by Thatcher Taylor Payne

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How much oxygen to ask a question - Tom Healy "Base Camp"

Being anywhere is always in doubt - Tom Healy "Base Camp"

Never have the luxury of making ourselves simple - Tom Healy "Base Camp"

An altitude of sudden storms - Tom Healy "Base Camp"

In a family on the run from itself - Tom Healy "Sonnet for the Chickens"

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Up on a midtown metropolis edifice - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

Furls hints of blue in a spectral geometry - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

A lipstick kiss imprinted invisibly in a nano dimension - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

Across the marquees of legions of subway cars - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

As the masses travel to all destinations - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

Entering the negative space of a corporate behemoth - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

Interlocking directorates of high art - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

A lobby of the skyscraper museum - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

Beware of what you purchase with your eyes - David Henderson "Blues Franchise"

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As we are dying we reveal ourselves - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"

As the sun walks behind the shadow - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"

Making a great noise to wake a dead god - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"

Your gaping mouth has been chasing the chariots - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"

Who swallows such a coal would burst into flames - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"

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A blind mule toiling at a task lost to time - Jim Heston "All Things Being Relative"

Through the space program and into the ancient sea of stars - Jim Heston "All Things Being Relative"

Before accelerating toward the speed of light - Jim Heston "All Things Being Relative"

The memories of hours where his brother had years - Jim Heston "All Things Being Relative"

by stalking various tomorrows - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

the second hand a steel jaw I have set in the snow - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

home withering to a forest darkened - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

my curving fangs gnaw on dreams - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

this disguise turns its back on me - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

footprints trailing into the unknown - Jim Heston "In the Time of Lycanthropy"

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Away from this year's cubicle to night class - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

Suddenly regretting the tree my father planted - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

I will not use you for harm - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

The copper beeches of her childhood city - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

The language burns on the other side of a closed window - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

A wall that was once a window - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

The needle pulled over and under each displaced gap - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

I would pack my fragments and leave - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

Through the unencumbered dark - Carlie Hoffman "After Morlot Avenue"

Of stars and the memory of cows - Carlie Hoffman "After Translating the Women of the Twentieth Century"

Dazzling at the root in a bath - Carlie Hoffman "After Translating the Women of the Twentieth Century"

Playing music when god is renounced - Carlie Hoffman "After Translating the Women of the Twentieth Century"

Repetition is the music of memory - Carlie Hoffman "Driving Through Maspeth, NY, After Teaching an Introduction to Creative Writing Class"

Whose gift you do not yet know - Carlie Hoffman "Driving Through Maspeth, NY, After Teaching an Introduction to Creative Writing Class"

Scratches the film of memory into the unbearable static - Carlie Hoffman "Driving Through Maspeth, NY, After Teaching an Introduction to Creative Writing Class"

The myth of flower girls selling futures - Carlie Hoffman "Memory of France"

Bleak horse with its music breaking down - Carlie Hoffman "Memory of France"

I wear water as my blue apron - Carlie Hoffman "Memory of France"

Shaking your heart from my hair - Carlie Hoffman "Memory of France"

But the birds aren't ready to be oxen again - Carlie Hoffman "Panorama After Foreclosure"

The mountain matted with Sisyphus' sweat - Carlie Hoffman "Panorama After Foreclosure"

I have studied the arithmetic of goodbyes - Carlie Hoffman "Point of View Where Orpheus Makes a Pit Stop at a Fortune Teller in St Germain"

As you place your question in the stone of the city's gate - Carlie Hoffman "Point of View Where Orpheus Makes a Pit Stop at a Fortune Teller in St Germain"

The sundial's been carved in the dirt - Carlie Hoffman "Point of View Where Orpheus Makes a Pit Stop at a Fortune Teller in St Germain"

Each cloud babbling her image - Carlie Hoffman "Point of View Where Orpheus Makes a Pit Stop at a Fortune Teller in St Germain"

The exit already closing from below - Carlie Hoffman "Point of View Where Orpheus Makes a Pit Stop at a Fortune Teller in St Germain"

Where the dead shop for perfumes - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"

Out of the seamstress and the ghost - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"

Where your name goes missing in the wind - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"

Out of the branch's private misery - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"

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Give up on those errant habits - Bob Holman "Scotty and the Rib Tips"

Watch true brews slide down that mahogany bar - Bob Holman "Scotty and the Rib Tips"

Tune up the poems performed to Marsyas' flute - Bob Holman "Scotty and the Rib Tips"

Keep the meddlesome chthonic wordslingers cranky - Bob Holman "Scotty and the Rib Tips"

Invent a pseudonym to review it - Bob Holman "Scotty and the Rib Tips"

Before all the firmament starts to fall apart - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

And my teeth are rocks I walk on - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

Ecstasy directly transmitted to grass - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

Flashes blinding revelation green - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

In the garden under the masterful Sun - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

Temperance in the midst of ecstasy - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

Raised my eye and saw the stars had not moved - Bob Holman "Van Gogh's Violin"

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Dusk all night - Chloe Honum "At a Days Inn in Barstow, California"

A ladder into sleep - Chloe Honum "At a Days Inn in Barstow, California"

The heat a ladder into sleep - Chloe Honum "At a Days Inn in Barstow, California"

That stood on the railing, puffed up with sky - Chloe Honum "Devonport"

People who desire exceptional experience - Chloe Honum "St. Mary's Home for Unwed Mothers in Orahuhu, Auckland"

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And bequeath this holly and this ivy - Robert Herrick "A Christmas Carol"

Each flower has wept - Robert Herrick "Corinna's Going a-Maying"

The keys betraying this night - Robert Herrick "Corinna's Going a-Maying"

A way to measure out the wind - Robert Herrick "God Unsearchable"

That rides the glorious Cherubim - Robert Herrick "God Unsearchable"

With bands of Cowslips bind him - Robert Herrick "The Mad Maid's Song"

Has not attained his noon - Robert Herrick "To Daffodils"

A growth to meet decay - Robert Herrick "To Daffodils"

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And stars unrivalled bright - Thomas Hood "Fair Ines"

With music waiting on her steps - Thomas Hood "Fair Ines"

And sorrow on the shore - Thomas Hood "Fair Ines"

Nor brought too long a day - Thomas Hood "I Remember"

Those flowers made of light - Thomas Hood "I Remember"

The lilacs where the robin built - Thomas Hood "I Remember"

My spirit flew in feathers then - Thomas Hood "I Remember"

Like those of old in breaking spears - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Our Cressy's too have dwindled since to penny things - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

No tough arm bends the springing yew - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

That tap will never run again - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

No iron-crackling now is scor'd - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Cupid, why make the passage brighter - T. Hood "On a Picture of Hero and Leander" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.12 no.337, Oct. 25, 1828]

Clasped by the golden light - Thomas Hood "Ruth"

The sweetheart of the sun - Thomas Hood "Ruth"

Red poppies grown with corn - Thomas Hood "Ruth"

Share my harvest and my home - Thomas Hood "Ruth"

In the desolate ground of antique palaces - Thomas Hood "Silence"

On a couch of lavish roses - Thomas Hood "To Goldenhair"

Unskilful in pilotage - Thomas Hood "To Goldenhair"

Ever prove all void of care - Thomas Hood "To Goldenhair"

To those dark Gods suspended - Thomas Hood "To Goldenhair"

Crowned queen above the lilies - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Darkly prisoned and long twined by serpent-sorrow - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Round his mind a bright horizon threw - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Mocked by its inverse shadow - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Shot fierce light against the stars - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

And with his ruby eye out-threatened Mars - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Victim's of old Enchantment's love or hate - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Company their grief with heavy tears - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Freedom's sweet keynote and commission-word - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

In the very noon of solemn midnight - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Touched by a moonlight wand - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Forsake the verdant prison of her lily peers - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Rich with ripe sorrow, needful of no word - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Who ever knew sorrow in all its shades - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

To expend in sighs for this hard doom - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Will find a path from these despairs - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

Making his stony ribs thy stony stairs - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

A fairy ring wrought of the silver light - Thomas Hood "The Two Swans"

To show what man should never see - Thomas Hood "The Water Lady"

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With their rushing splendors fly - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

The echoes from a thousand cliffs - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

The sleepy seals aground - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

The herds of the dread sea horse to view - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

Where wolves and black bears prowl - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

The pelican of the silent North - Mary Howitt "The Northern Seas"

Were sold to buy them bread - Mary Howitt "The Sale of the Pet Lamb"

That which has a price to bring - Mary Howitt "The Sale of the Pet Lamb"

A mournful thought did borrow - Mary Howitt "The Sale of the Pet Lamb"

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From his pack's scant treasure - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

While round them shadows gathered faster - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

From clustering pine and cedar a silence - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

Fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

O'ertaken as by some spell divine - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

Needles shaken from out the gusty pine - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

Blend with the breath that thrills - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

Where English oak and holly and laurel wreaths entwine - Bret Harte "Dickens in Camp"

At what gold-laced speech - Bret Harte "A Newport Romance"

Myself a ghost from a farther sea - Bret Harte "A Newport Romance"

Awakens my buried past - Bret Harte "A Newport Romance"

Regret's ambrosial wine - Bret Harte "The Personified Sentimental"

Cold aversion's snow - Bret Harte "The Personified Sentimental"

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A lurch as the current shifts - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

A green itch of weeds - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

Creek dodging crooked rocks - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

Boots in the ashes of a wood fire - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

Hung on a bare-branched oak - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

A handful of memory left by the last glacier - Conrad Hilberry "Algae"

A dragonfly keeps coming back to the same dead twig - Conrad Hilberry "Angles"

Twisted vines on a shagbark tree - Conrad Hilberry "Angles"

Air reduced to polished bronze - Conrad Hilberry "A Bird"

Mocks the night wind's broken howl - Conrad Hilberry "A Bird"

Where old resentments roil - Conrad Hilberry "Blackout"

Handing back the mottled afternoon - Conrad Hilberry "Blood Work"

A sky of starlings circle - Conrad Hilberry "A Body in Between"

Like a ragged whirlwind settling - Conrad Hilberry "A Body Between"

The fractaled branches of three oaks - Conrad Hilberry "A Body Between"

Moved by some blue magnetism - Conrad Hilberry "A Body Between"

Whispers finding their way down and out - Conrad Hilberry "Bowl"

A city of swamps and celery - Conrad Hilberry "Causation"

A crossroads without a choice - Conrad Hilberry "The Chevron"

Let midnight gather up the wind - Conrad Hilberry "Christmas Night"

The wheel of gifts and grief - Conrad Hilberry "Christmas Night"

The petal of hibiscus that never blooms - Conrad Hilberry "Clue"

Even the bitterest rain can sink into sand - Conrad Hilberry "Clue"

Ready to slide in among the mermaids - Conrad Hilberry "A Clutch of Mammals"

Chewing the ends of time - Conrad Hilberry "A Clutch of Mammals"

Still loyal to the night - Conrad Hilberry "Cretan Dawn: A Metaphor"

Daring each other at dusk - Conrad Hilberry "Crete: The Diktaean Cave"

Except for candles and their faltering shadows - Conrad Hilberry "Crete: The Diktaean Cave"

The final room is fire - Conrad Hilberry "Crete: The Diktaean Cave"

The moon has seen too much to care - Conrad Hilberry "The Cur"

Still had an appetite for sacrifice - Conrad Hilberry "The Cur"

Through the fences of their teeth - Conrad Hilberry "The Cur"

As night itself picks the lock - Conrad Hilberry "The Cur"

A whirlwind dusting the windows - Conrad Hilberry "Danse Macabre"

Whatever follows the wild fires - Conrad Hilberry "Danse Macabre"

Holds breath in its hands - Conrad Hilberry "The Day of the First Draft Lottery"

The brittle boat abandoned - Conrad Hilberry "December 26"

Your neurons place their bets - Conrad Hilberry "A Dialogue Between the Body and Soul"

A stash of seed or mineral - Conrad Hilberry "A Dialogue Between the Body and Soul"

The neurons are immune to sin - Conrad Hilberry "A Dialogue Between the Body and Soul"

Griefs take shelter in the trees - Conrad Hilberry "A Dialogue Between the Body and Soul"

Mozart lets the chords fall in place - Conrad Hilberry "Divertimento 563"

Backing off for another stretch of melody - Conrad Hilberry "Divertimento 563"

A pair of sevens standing in the rain - Conrad Hilberry "The Double Flail or Double Hook"

In our dark geometry - Conrad Hilberry "The Double Flail or Double Hook"

Brand our house with angles - Conrad Hilberry "The Double Flail or Double Hook"

Stuck a finger in the eye of storms - Conrad Hilberry "Early Storm"

Turned on a lathe of light - Conrad Hilberry "Egg"

How absolute the absence - Conrad Hilberry "Egg"

Hoping never to open up the cupboard - Conrad Hilberry "Empty Plate"

A clamor for their lost cause - Conrad Hilberry "Exits"

The emptiness sits down and waits - Conrad Hilberry "Explosions at 4:00 A.M."

Cracks the shell of our sleep - Conrad Hilberry "Explosions at 4:00 A.M."

The trace of fear marks out our arteries - Conrad Hilberry "Explosions at 4:00 A.M."

An alphabet only the carp can read - Conrad Hilberry "The Facts"

Into those aisles of twisting snow - Conrad Hilberry "Finding the Way"

If going back was what we wanted - Conrad Hilberry "Finding the Way"

The steep water of your making - Conrad Hilberry "For Katharine, 1952-1961"

Blowing a calliope of promises - Conrad Hilberry "Four Kentucky Poems: Rivers"

Mountains kneel to drink - Conrad Hilberry "Four Kentucky Poems: Rust"

Emptiness reflected in a looking glass - Conrad Hilberry "The Frying Pan"

All the March air lacks - Conrad Hilberry "Garlic Mustard"

Nodding to my zeal - Conrad Hilberry "Garlic Mustard"

My seeds are sleeping there - Conrad Hilberry "Garlic Mustard"

Hear the insects' smooth roulette - Conrad Hilberry "Hunch"

Parceled out in sixteen-second afternoons - Conrad Hilberry "Hurtle"

I began as the Queen of Hearts - Conrad Hilberry "Jack of Spades"

An island pulling up its roots - Conrad Hilberry "Jack of Spades"

A forest of vertical strings - Conrad Hilberry "Julia Elsas, 'untitled 2009,' fabric, thread"

Fabric stitched to breath and words - Conrad Hilberry "Julia Elsas, 'untitled 2009,' fabric, thread"

Uncertain intervals hollow out the time - Conrad Hilberry "Junior Powell, Sand Gap, Kentucky, with a Borrowed Guitar"

A vacancy between drops of rain - Conrad Hilberry "Junior Powell, Sand Gap, Kentucky, with a Borrowed Guitar"

From mud where no one planted it - Conrad Hilberry "Let It Be Night"

A scrap of talk on the road - Conrad Hilberry "Let It Be Night"

November closing the store - Conrad Hilberry "Let It Be Night"

The sudden scarred face of the moon - Conrad Hilberry "Let It Be Night"

Sorting shadows long in the grass - Conrad Hilberry "Let It Be Night"

In March you are forgiven - Conrad Hilberry "Letter to the North"

Twist with the sweet of mangos - Conrad Hilberry "Letter to the North"

Our eyes enact their own seasons - Conrad Hilberry "Letter to the North"

Silences that hang like Spanish moss - Conrad Hilberry "Loping Road"

Like an urgent twist of smoke - Conrad Hilberry "Loping Road"

Holding that last rhyme off - Conrad Hilberry "Loping Road"

Spotting a fox in the orchard - Conrad Hilberry "Malachite"

Blue scraps in the eyes of the lost - Conrad Hilberry "Malachite"

Two starlings sail down the wind - Conrad Hilberry "March Birthday"

Above the crown of oak and elm - Conrad Hilberry "March Birthday"

Like vines in a baffling forest - Conrad Hilberry "Mario"

Faint drums and hungry insects - Conrad Hilberry "Mario"

Existing nowhere but in this sieve of memory - Conrad Hilberry "Memory"

Long story caught in his throat - Conrad Hilberry "Memory"

Chewing the edges of night - Conrad Hilberry "Midnight"

The wingless flight of streetlights headed south - Conrad Hilberry "Midnight"

Swim the midnight flux of dream - Conrad Hilberry "Midnight"

Wind in a thin body of dust - Conrad Hilberry "The Moon Seen as a Slice of Pineapple"

An ancestry of wood and wire - Conrad Hilberry "Mousetrap"

Their subtly colored chips of sound - Conrad Hilberry "Music"

To master this mosaic of air - Conrad Hilberry "Music"

Larger cadences call in the sea - Conrad Hilberry "Music"

Past the serpentine border of eels - Conrad Hilberry "Music"

That sweeps up dolphins and despair - Conrad Hilberry "Music"

Your zero with its circumference erased - Conrad Hilberry "Negative Space"

Joints and muscles trading their quiet gravity - Conrad Hilberry "Novelist at Night"

Feel the sad wind rising - Conrad Hilberry "Oboe"

Hear the muscled twist of grief - Conrad Hilberry "Oboe"

The hollow music of a long-held breath - Conrad Hilberry "Oboe"

The soul itself at season's end - Conrad Hilberry "Open"

Scattered down the unmarked trails - Conrad Hilberry "Open"

Some hermitage of flutes and fibers - Conrad Hilberry "Open"

Pulled through a marsh of years - Conrad Hilberry "Open"

Assertions going beyond the evidence - Conrad Hilberry "Paros in the Rain"

Blind except for the fireflies - Conrad Hilberry "Path to the Cabin"

A thread snipped out of the design - Conrad Hilberry "Pelican"

Letting your hunger ride a ten-foot span - Conrad Hilberry "Pelican"

Give itself to squirrels and roaches - Conrad Hilberry "Poker"

Motors that breathe oxygen and oil - Conrad Hilberry "Quatrain"

The dock and depot waiting - Conrad Hilberry "Quatrain"

Of bees and beetles practicing some slight of wing - Conrad Hilberry "Radiation"

Promising a crop of dust - Conrad Hilberry "Radiation"

Sadness sings half a tune - Conrad Hilberry "Sadness"

Watch the past blow by - Conrad Hilberry "The Savory Wheel"

Where the future never thinks to look - Conrad Hilberry "The Savory Wheel"

That once could empty out an hour - Conrad Hilberry "The Savory Wheel"

Mackerel that school by millions - Conrad Hilberry "Schooled in the Open Sea"

No slow dance in the undertow - Conrad Hilberry "Scramble Competition Polygyny"

The beech breathes twigs of vapor - Conrad Hilberry "Script for a Cold Christmas"

My promises have cracked and dropped away - Conrad Hilberry "Script for a Cold Christmas"

A point of no dimension - Conrad Hilberry "Script for a Cold Christmas"

And sing for the cold seed - Conrad Hilberry "Script for a Cold Christmas"

Sell these bones to the sea - Conrad Hilberry "Sea"

The silence adding its six percent - Conrad Hilberry "Self-Portrait as Bank Teller"

Catching scraps of sunlight through the sycamores - Conrad Hilberry "Self-Portrait as Waterfall"

Held gravity in your hand - Conrad Hilberry "Self-Portrait as Waterfall"

A metaphor for what we leave unsaid - Conrad Hilberry "Silence"

Find its own sad rhymes - Conrad Hilberry "Sloth"

Watching for a six-winged thought - Conrad Hilberry "Sloth"

A knot of overlapping lines - Conrad Hilberry "Sloth"

Merge with night like oil of bergamot - Conrad Hilberry "Sloth"

The slow traffic of a gull - Conrad Hilberry "Sonnet Declining to Write Confessional Poems"

All the elements but fire - Conrad Hilberry "Spotted Sandpiper"

The math-prone leaves of every rhododendron - Conrad Hilberry "Subtract the Digits"

Watery epochs, breathing salt - Conrad Hilberry "The Surge"

Under the wingbeats of moths - Conrad Hilberry "Talk on the Porch"

The flight of griefs and exaltations - Conrad Hilberry "Talk on the Porch"

Words and the curl of numbers - Conrad Hilberry "A Thin Song for a Girl"

Words like a blur of blackbirds - Conrad Hilberry "A Thin Song for a Girl"

The dark is filling with toads - Conrad Hilberry "Toads"

Wildest bird in our hickory swamp - Conrad Hilberry "Vein and Muscle"

Knew the January sky - Conrad Hilberry "Villanelle for Marion"

Lose the path and watch Orion rise - Conrad Hilberry "Virginia Night"

The dipper spills its emptiness into my cup - Conrad Hilberry "Virginia Night"

Brew the juice to freshen memory - Conrad Hilberry "Virginia Night"

Inviting anything with wings - Conrad Hilberry "Vows"

When the first sleep staggers into dream - Conrad Hilberry "Waning Moon"

A thin dirge for your nation - Conrad Hilberry "Waning Moon"

For the end of something wild - Conrad Hilberry "Waning Moon"

With help from the wind - Conrad Hilberry "Waning Moon"

Lend you the crickets' cadence - Conrad Hilberry "Waning Moon"

Trailed its bitter breath over the desert - Conrad Hilberry "Wise Man"

Aspire to become the hypotenuse - Conrad Hilberry "Wise Man"

No abstract fires or vague births - Conrad Hilberry "Wise Man"

Handing you a knot of crimson blooms - Conrad Hilberry "With Esperanza on the Roof"

Nothing with a rim of salt - Conrad Hilberry "Zero"

My emptiness invites an echo - Conrad Hilberry "Zero"

A zero pencilled on nothing - Conrad Hilberry "Zero"

Zeros with their elbows linked - Conrad Hilberry "Zero"

The sweet conjunctions that astonish us - Conrad Hilberry "Zero"

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All the world roars red and black - Ernest Hemingway "Champs d'Honneur"

Thought the longer thoughts and gone the shorter way - Ernest Hemingway "Chapter Heading"

And we have danced to devil's tunes - Ernest Hemingway "Chapter Heading"

To serve one master in the night, another in the day - Ernest Hemingway "Chapter Heading"

Ugly short infantry of the mind - Ernest Hemingway "Mitraigliatrice"

Advancing over difficult terrain - Ernest Hemingway "Mitraigliatrice"

Chatters in mechanical staccato - Ernest Hemingway "Mitraigliatrice"

The sea desires deep hulls - Ernest Hemingway "Oily Water"

Unhampered now by his existence - Ernest Hemingway "Roosevelt"

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Had men the dower of teeth and claws - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

And hard hearts to outride them - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

Drown our simple mirth in salt tear-flood - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

His brow deckt with murder for a wreath - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

The aching earth has no more worth than this - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

A call above the spell of love, a crying and a need - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

To brood, to hoard, to spend as rain - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

Who kiss to shield yourselves from blame - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

I ran and cast my treasure on the gale - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"

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With her old crumpled horn and belligerent hoof - C.C. Hine "Mrs. Leary's Cow"

The Paradise whither insurance men turned - C.C. Hine "Mrs. Leary's Cow"

On which hungry flames love to dine - C.C. Hine "Mrs. Leary's Cow"

To carry the passenger flames o'er the devil's own ferry - C.C. Hine "Mrs. Leary's Cow"

Rung like the clang of a destiny knell - C.C. Hine "Mrs. Leary's Cow"

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With change abroad and cheer at home - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

'Twill take your thoughts and sink them far - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

To dive from that beguiling shore - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

Too fast to yonder strand forlorn - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

Old ill fortune of better men than I - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

With hurts not mine to mourn for - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

My sword that will not save - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

Her towers of fear in wreck - A.E. Housman "Last Poems III"

Her limbecks dried of poisons - A.E. Housman "Last Poems III"

The Queen she sent to look for me - A.E. Housman "Last Poems V: Grenadier"

So now I shall not die in debt - A.E. Housman "Last Poems V: Grenadier"

And far with the brave I have ridden - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

And showed me my business of dying - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

Who would not sleep with the brave? - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

One season ruined of our little store - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

We want the moon, but we shall get no more - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

The troubles of our proud and angry dust - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Drunk for ever with liquor, love, or fights - A.E. Housman "Last Poems X"

Fasten their hands upon their hearts - A.E. Housman "Last Poems X"

Laws for themselves and not for me - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

Their deeds I judge and much condemn - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

And make me dance as they desire - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

Call it truth or call it treason - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XIII: The Deserter"

Wafts the turning season on - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVI: Spring Morning"

And sank the pole-star underground - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVII: Astronomy"

Tomorrow I shall miss you less - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVIII"

The house is fallen that none can build again - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVIII"

Made of earth and sea his overcoat - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XX"

If thorns are all the bower - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXII"

All whom morning sends to roam - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIV: Epithalamium"

Safe through the jostling markets borne - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIV: Epithalamium"

But let the screaming echoes rest - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXV: The Oracles"

The tears of morning, that weeps, but not for thee - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXVII"

Wake not for the world-heard thunder - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Nor the chime that earthquakes toll - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Screams for blood but not for yours - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Charge to fall and swim to drown - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Fetched the daunting echo back - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXI: Hell's Gate"

Death and Sin rose to render key and sword - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXI: Hell's Gate"

When the eye of day is shut - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Blows the roaring wood of dreams - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Hearts that loved me not again - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Where fires were burning that went out long ago - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIV"

The sumless tale of sorrow is all unrolled in vain - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIV"

West and away the wheels of darkness roll - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVI: Revolution"

Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVI: Revolution"

In the day when heaven was falling - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

The hour when earth's foundations fled - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

Their shoulders held the sky suspended - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

And saved the sum of things for pay - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

The cuckoo shouts at nothing - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XL"

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad I"

To skies that knit their heartstrings right - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad I"

Take from seventy springs a score - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad II"

Come you home a hero, or come not home at all - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad III: The Recruit"

And the tent of night in tatters - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IV: Reveille"

Hear the drums of morning play - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IV: Reveille"

With dandelions to tell the hours - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad V"

That only court to thieve - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad V"

And sharp the link of life will snap - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IX"

Braver notes the storm-cock sings - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad X: March"

For lovers should be loved again - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad X: March"

Let me mind the house of dust - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XII"

Paid with sighs a plenty and sold for endless rue - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XIII"

For fear they mirror true the sight - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XV"

Lie spent in star-defeated sighs - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XV"

Such leagues apart the world's ends are - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXII"

From the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXIII"

From the town and the field and the till and the cart - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXIII"

The ravens feasted far about the open house of war - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXVIII"

Put to sleep my mother's curse - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXVIII"

Through their reins in ice and fire - A.E. Houseman "A Shropshire Lad, XXX"

Beneath the suffocating night - A.E. Houseman "A Shropshire Lad, XXX"

Through him the gale of life blew high - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXI"

The wind through woods in riot - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXI"

From eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXII"

Truth in hearts that perish - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXIII"

My feet upon the moonlit dust pursue the ceaseless way - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVI"

With tongues that talk no more to me - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVIII"

The names of men blow soundless by - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVIII"

Of a mind too unhappy to be kind - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLI"

From all the woods that autumn bereaves - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLII"

This dust of thoughts be laid at last - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

And its humming hive of dreams - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

The immortal bones obey control - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Bring the immortal seed to light - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Before this fire of sense decay - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

This smoke of thought blow clean away - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Yours was not an ill for mending - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Early wise and brave in season - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Dust's your wages, son of sorrow - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

But men may come to worse than dust - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Whatever will not flower again - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLVI"

The arms you bear are brittle - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLVIII"

The feather pate of folly bears the falling sky - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIX"

If young hearts were not so clever - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIX"

We still had sorrows to lighten - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad L"

Where doomsday may thunder and lighten - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad L"

I shall stand and bear it still - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LI"

And luckier you may find the night - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LIX"

Now the hollow fires burn out to black - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LX"

In all the endless road you tread - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LX"

The tower divides the shade and sun - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXI: Hughley Steeple"

The clock strikes the hour and tells the time to none - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXI: Hughley Steeple"

To hear such tunes as killed the cow - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

And malt does more than Milton can - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

The better for the embittered hour - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

Sampled all her killing store - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

Mithridates, he died old - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

The quenching of the fading day - A.E. Housman "To My Dear Friend, M. J. Jackson, A Disparager of This Treatise" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Supplied us timeless stars - A.E. Housman "To My Dear Friend, M. J. Jackson, A Disparager of This Treatise" (translated by A.M. Juster)

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The first bite is neither sweet nor bitter - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

A drop or two of honey around the top - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

Squeeze sticky juice from the spent rind - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

Bright flesh startling my fasting tongue - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

When bitterness spills from the morning new - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

And enter honeyed grapefruit time - Penny Harter "Just Grapefruit"

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Across the waste of years I see - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Shrined within my memory - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

When smiles came oftener far than tears - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Unheeding the tempestuous deep - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Careless alike of sun and breeze - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

To the wild shore went hurrying down - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Safe from the blustering storms of night - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Whose wrath should mar his rest no more - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

And one by one old memories creep - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

With many a childish dream enwrought - J.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "The Churchyard by the Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.8-v.I, 23 Feb. 1884]

Wherein with silver sound a brooklet whispers - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "A Day in Early Summer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.44-v.I, 1 Nov. 1884]

In the bright circle of the charmed May - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "A Day in Early Summer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.44-v.I, 1 Nov. 1884]

Whose sweet breath is kissed by windflowers - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "A Day in Early Summer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.44-v.I, 1 Nov. 1884]

Star-like gems which blow beside pale sorrel - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "A Day in Early Summer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.44-v.I, 1 Nov. 1884]

Gave me his promise of changeless truth - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

Down in the wood where the ivy clings - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

The air breathed rapture, and love, and youth - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

Would bring back riches and jewels for me - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

My heart is cold, and withered, and worn - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

The winds they moan a desolate song - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

'Tis winter cold for the heart that grieves - J.C.H. [Jessie C. Howden] "Long Ago" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.736, 2 Feb. 1878]

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Pottery saucers with wicks and butter - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"

A dark that evaporates from every threshold - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"

Along the gravel beds of the braided river - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"

Disbelief and the first flare of sun - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"

Address the sky with smoke - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"

Who assigns and removes obstacles - Ava Leavell Haymon "God of Luck"

Sweets in a sticky parade - Ava Leavell Haymon "The Witch Has Told You a Story"

An icepick of hunger - Ava Leavell Haymon "The Witch Has Told You a Story"

Will stop dreaming about fear - Ava Leavell Haymon "The Witch Has Told You a Story"

The oven as it opens every afternoon - Ava Leavell Haymon "The Witch Has Told You a Story"

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But the subconscious knows best - Deborah Hauser "Never Admit Your Mistakes"

I keep going back for pain samples - Deborah Hauser "Never Admit Your Mistakes"

Gallons of different shades stored in the basement - Deborah Hauser "Never Admit Your Mistakes"

Enough for a fresh coat every year - Deborah Hauser "Never Admit Your Mistakes"

Nothing worse than a dull coat of pain - Deborah Hauser "Never Admit Your Mistakes"

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Whose presence like a flood is swelling - Mrs. M.E. Hewitt "The Bride's Reverie" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no. 2, July 1850]

From fond thought some comfort I will borrow - Mrs. M.E. Hewitt "The Bride's Reverie" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no. 2, July 1850]

Each fond aspiration in secret milled - Mrs. M.E. Hewitt "The Bride's Reverie" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no. 2, July 1850]

Before your gates at early morning - Mary E. Hewitt "Green Spots in the City" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Your cells by careful winter nursed - Mary E. Hewitt "Green Spots in the City" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Unto the Lares consecrate - Mary E. Hewitt "The Hearth of Home"

There offered up his golden heart - Mary E. Hewitt "The Hearth of Home"

Gather the warm affections round - Mary E. Hewitt "The Hearth of Home"

Turns ever the eyes of memory - Mary E. Hewitt "The Hearth of Home"

Strengthen the hope within my soul - Mary E. Hewitt "The Hearth of Home"

To mount the tempest-cloud with nerve unfailing - Mary E. Hewitt "I Follow" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

And thread the path whereon the lightnings play - Mary E. Hewitt "I Follow" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

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over her a framed memory - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

her maiden name clotted in a map older than 'america' - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

grief sharpens gales of wit - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

a twice born girl knows how to rotate a tomb - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

temper a piston with cane syrup - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

an archive pulsing with the carriage of empires - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

terror is the knotty clutch of an umbilical cord - DaMaris B. Hill "Come. Pray. Know"

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Lemons lit in the kitchen bowl - Rage Hezekiah "Layers"

Mixing six simple ingredients - Rage Hezekiah "Layers"

Place squash blossoms and nasturtium on the plate - Rage Hezekiah "Layers"

Spread the pastry with sweet cream - Rage Hezekiah "Layers"

Aspens cloaked in fresh snow - Rage Hezekiah "Lake Sunapee"

Coffee cupped between calloused hands - Rage Hezekiah "Lake Sunapee"

Where the kettle whistles midday - Rage Hezekiah "Lake Sunapee"

Pull a ribbon of honey into handmade mugs - Rage Hezekiah "Lake Sunapee"

Embedded in the marrow of who I am - Rage Hezekiah “On Anger"

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Erupted in an incense of sulfur and nails - T.R. Hummer "After"

The ethics of this question paralyzed everyone - T.R. Hummer "After"

Watched God wandering the station in a business suit - T.R. Hummer "After"

No one now alive could cast a ballot - T.R. Hummer "Who Remembers Davenport"

Waiting for a riverboat loaded with music - T.R. Hummer "Who Remembers Davenport"

Lifted his ordinary cornet and blew the world away - T.R. Hummer "Who Remembers Davenport"

Music was his manifesto - T.R. Hummer "Who Remembers Davenport"

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Stale bread left on the shelf too long - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

Old greens not crisp enough for salad - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

The way you salvage bruised tomato - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

Laying no morsel to mold - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

Filling each space with aroma - Donna Hilbert "Ribollita"

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Never looked at the unbroken ground - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

Coax my own sustenance from the earth - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

The flowers, orchids, all made of silk - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

Sweet-smelling melons swelling on the ground - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

Your tricks for getting the most from the soil - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

The way a saint pulls the best from a soul - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

Staring at the thin rocky soil of me - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

Walked up and down my barren rows - AE Hines "What Did You Imagine Would Grow?"

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Darkens with alabaster and mahogany - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Swirling gyres of unpredictability - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Receive the verdict from on high - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Close their ears to the truth - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

The fruit of the vine bitter and premature - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

The burden of the cardinal virtues - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

The balm of distance recedes before your steps - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Do not trouble the holders of the iron keys - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Blinds the eyes with blood and vengeance - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

That rides upon the barbed, jagged hills - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Provide solace for your rocky path - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Take heart in the pale light - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Steady your hearing to an inner music - Ellen Hinsey "Epistle"

Lifts the sound of ancestral migrations - Ellen Hinsey "The Multitude"

Carrying the dark water of need - Ellen Hinsey "The Multitude"

Wild horses of the storm-filled plains - Ellen Hinsey "The Multitude"

When the final pilgrimage is done - Ellen Hinsey "The Multitude"

The great sword of understanding - Ellen Hinsey "The Multitude"

Their prey hidden in land folded and patched - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

Cross a width of draft - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

Others come from deeper hues - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

Where hidden stars crown a miraculous dome - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

The curve of Noah's colored arc - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

As fires lift only in sparks - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

But are held fast to their flames - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

Poor earthbound ember - Ellen Hinsey "Varieties of Flight"

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I am here as one hungry to eat - Linda Hogan "Home in the Woods"

No bread in the garden of trees - Linda Hogan "Home in the Woods"

Where the stone wishes to blossom - Linda Hogan "Home in the Woods"

Where pollen is now the light - Linda Hogan "Home in the Woods"

And we remember the original song - Linda Hogan "Home in the Woods"

Who brought hunger from other lands - Linda Hogan "Map"

Even ice was not silent - Linda Hogan "Map"

The first language is not our own - Linda Hogan "Map"

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Three lamps of holy flame - I.G. Holland "To the Spirits of My Three Departed Sisters"

A chill breath from heaven came - I.G. Holland "To the Spirits of My Three Departed Sisters"

The silver beams of the pale stars - I.G. Holland "To the Spirits of My Three Departed Sisters"

And quench the sting of every fear - I.G. Holland "To the Spirits of My Three Departed Sisters"

Catch the stranger's curious eye - I.G. Holland "To the Spirits of My Three Departed Sisters"

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Legions thronging the fertile plains - Robert E. Howard "Shadows on the Road"

Crimson tracks in the blackened loam - Robert E. Howard "Shadows on the Road"

Aisles with walls like marble foam - Robert E. Howard "Shadows on the Road"

Arch and altar and amaranth stair - Robert E. Howard "Shadows on the Road"

With an emperor's skull for a drinking-cup - Robert E. Howard "Shadows on the Road"

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Stars for her benefit made - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

Had no antecedents for doubt - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

The last of the careless days - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

Each travelling on its different way - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

The first knowledge of sweetness - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

To gather a rose by the light of stars - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

Too remote to be worthy a sigh - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

The lark sings loudest when flying fast - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

Sweet as a gratified whim - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

Caught from a snowdrop in earliest spring - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 1"

The whisper reaches its goal - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 2"

Cruel sunshine's merciless blaze - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 3"

Set the seal of his death on you - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 3"

A deadlier terror conquering awe - Fanny Wheeler Hart "Harry: Part 4"

Wikipedia connects this poet to Elizabeth Anna Hart without clarifying why anywhere that I could find in the article. The poem above is listed among the works of Elizabeth Anna Hart there as is at least one other title that seems to be associated with Fanny Wheeler Hart. I followed bibliographic links from the article but found nothing explaining the link. I'm assuming that Fanny Wheeler Hart was a pseudonym used by Elizabeth Anna Hart, but the evidence is weak.

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Never a storm will vex her - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

A low and stubborn fever - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

Safe within the jasper gates - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

Before he became a saint - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

Better without a heart - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

From the silent sleep of years - Marietta Holley "The Lament of the Mormon Wife"

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Humming-birds cling to the honeysuckles' hearts - William D. Howells "Bereaved"

Mourned by disconsolate crickets - William D. Howells "Clement"

Full of winy perfume and mystical yearning - William D. Howells "Clement"

An echo that answers to nothing - William D. Howells "Clement"

Strawberries under the chestnuts grow - William D. Howells "Elegy on John Butler Howells"

The shrewd and curious wind - William Dean Howells "The Empty House"

From the hollows of the walls - William Dean Howells "The Empty House"

Haunted with the ghost of home - William Dean Howells "The Empty House"

Carved from ruin upon ruin - William Dean Howells "The Faithful of the Gonzaga"

No dream of frost to the flowers - William Dean Howells "The First Cricket"

In the slender vases burning - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

The sobs and cries of midnight storms - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

With the clock's monotony maddened - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

The scampering races of mice - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

Strange noises between roof and rafter - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

Vanishing encounter and evasion - William Dean Howells "Forlorn"

In wildest eddies and tangles - William D. Howells "In Earliest Spring"

Thwart all the hollows and angles - William D. Howells "In Earliest Spring"

Deep in the oak's chill core - William D. Howells "In Earliest Spring"

With a thousand minstrels comes the light - William D. Howells "The Long Days"

In the broken heart of the city - William Dean Howells "Louis Lebeau's Conversion"

Leaves in the breath of the whirlwind - William Dean Howells "Louis Lebeau's Conversion"

The throbbing drum of the pheasant - William Dean Howells "Louis Lebeau's Conversion"

Under the ghostly sycamores - William Dean Howells "The Mulberries"

Listless dust by fortune blown - William Dean Howells "The Mulberries"

Wet trees hang above the walks - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Purple with damps and earthish stains - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Down the blank visage of the wall - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Where many a wavering trace appears - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

So full of ruin's solemn grace - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

And haunted with the ghost of home - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

The swamps of the cypress - William Dean Howells "The Pilot's Story"

And the belated blackbird paused - William Dean Howells "The Pilot's Story"

With the mighty voice of a giant challenged - William Dean Howells "The Pilot's Story"

The harsh cries of the peacocks - William Dean Howells "The Pilot's Story"

With golden death was crowned - William Dean Howells "Pleasure-Pain"

Bitter for want of weeping - William Dean Howells "Pleasure-Pain"

The wren in the cherry tree - William Dean Howells "Pleasure-Pain"

Wells where Truth in secret lay - William D. Howells "A Poet"

Upon the sacred name of Song - William D. Howells "Prelude (to an Early Book of Verse)"

Netted clasp of knots and rings - William D. Howells "Saint Christopher"

Strong from the peril of the strife - William D. Howells "Saint Christopher"

Through trial sent and victory given - William D. Howells "Saint Christopher"

Balm in the sunlight and moonlight - William D. Howells "A Springtime"

And dew in the twilights between - William D. Howells "A Springtime"

For the wicked will betrayed and baffled - William D. Howells "Thanksgiving"

A dream of happiness remembered dim - William D. Howells "Vagary"

Puzzled brain and burning heat - William D. Howells "Vagary"

Far out of the wretched past - William D. Howells "While She Sang"

Cold through the clouds of sunset - William D. Howells "While She Sang"

Where the lingering larks were lurking - William D. Howells "While She Sang"

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Mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves - Han-Shan "[As for me, I delight in the everyday Way]" transl. by Burton Watson

Even the dogs eyed me askance - Han-Shan "[As long as I was living in the village]" transl. by Burton Watson

The birds and their chatter overwhelm me - Han-Shan "[The birds and their chatter]" transl. by Burton Watson

Cherries shine with crimson fire - Han-Shan "[The birds and their chatter]" transl. by Burton Watson

And the red dust settles on my head - Han-Shan "[Have I a body or have I none?]" transl. by Burton Watson

Come with offerings of wine and fruit - Han-Shan "[Have I a body or have I none?]" transl. by Burton Watson

Pines sigh but it isn't the wind - Han-Shan "[I climb the road to Cold Mountain]" transl. by Burton Watson

The valleys are long and strewn with stones - Han-Shan "[I climb the road to Cold Mountain]" transl. by Burton Watson

Break from the snares of the world - Han-Shan "[I climb the road to Cold Mountain]" transl. by Burton Watson

Pines and bamboo sing in the wind - Han-Shan "[I look far off at T'ien-t'ai's summit]" transl. by Burton Watson

Discuss philosophy with the white clouds - Han-Shan "[I look far off at T'ien-t'ai's summit]" transl. by Burton Watson

I sailed a thousand rivers - Han-Shan "[I think of all the places I've been]" transl. by Burton Watson

Clasping my knees in the whispering cold - Han-Shan "[I think of all the places I've been]" transl. by Burton Watson

Medicine is bitter and hard to swallow - Han-Shan "[So Han-shan writes you these words]" transl. by Burton Watson

Per the translator, these come from a book attributed to Han-Shan which may be a compilation of works by several different authors. Given the age of the work, the question of who wrote what is unlikely ever to be settled.

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White dew descends on the hundred grasses - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Mugwort and orchid alike wither - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Autumn crickets sound their willful cries - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Why should pine and cypress alone be prized? - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Already a thousand years divide us - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Till the din invades the palace - Han Yu "The Girl of Mt. Hua" transl. by Burton Watson

Thinner than stars in the flush of dawn - Han Yu "The Girl of Mt. Hua" transl. by Burton Watson

The immortal's ladder is hard to climb - Han Yu "The Girl of Mt. Hua" transl. by Burton Watson

Vainly you call on the bluebird - Han Yu "The Girl of Mt. Hua" transl. by Burton Watson

Call on the bluebird to deliver your passionate pleas - Han Yu "The Girl of Mt. Hua" transl. by Burton Watson

One document at dawn - Han Yu "Written on My Way into Exile When I Reached the Lan-t'ien Pass and Shown to My Brother's Grandson Hsiang" transl. by Burton Watson

Submitted to the nine-tiered palace - Han Yu "Written on My Way into Exile When I Reached the Lan-t'ien Pass and Shown to My Brother's Grandson Hsiang" transl. by Burton Watson

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A war against 500 lifetimes of submission - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

Wings of pain that fly - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

The pillars of an uncommon dream - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

The promised prayer of a future - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

Where death by geography is unknown - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

Where solidarity is like a magnet - Abiola Haroun "Identity Voodoo"

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I have laboured seven years - H.C. Harwood "Dedication, of an Unwritten Masterpiece, to a Woman as Yet Unknown"

Bright amid the vapourous fears - H.C. Harwood "Dedication, of an Unwritten Masterpiece, to a Woman as Yet Unknown"

Here is my challenge hurled - H.C. Harwood "Dedication, of an Unwritten Masterpiece, to a Woman as Yet Unknown"

And break him in battle with fate - H.C. Harwood "Incompatibility"

Wraps its disaster in darkness - H.C. Harwood "Incompatibility"

Your laughter like suns that are set - H.C. Harwood "Incompatibility"

Smiling destiny turns back the page - H.C. Harwood "Return"

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And in the stream's rough current - Robert Hogg "I Love the Merry Moonlight"

Twist a rope of beams of the sun - Robert Hogg "Oh, What Are the Chains of Love Made Of?"

Wind up the wandering breeze - Robert Hogg "Oh, What Are the Chains of Love Made Of?"

Sunbeam, breeze, and drop of dew - Robert Hogg "Oh, What Are the Chains of Love Made Of?"

The winds and waves for guides - Robert Hogg "A Wish Burst"

Mark the gulfs of the yawning deep - Robert Hogg "A Wish Burst"

Calm and peaceful sleeps the tide - Robert Hogg "A Wish Burst"

Rest on the parching land - Robert Hogg "A Wish Burst"

There are several poets of this name. Their dates are mutually exclusive. I'm reasonably certain these poems all belong to the same Robert Hogg. At least, allpoetry.com credits them all to the same poet.

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Fall winds strip the ash tree - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Fulling Cloth for Clothes" transl. by Burton Watson

Dusk enfolds the empty curtains - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Fulling Cloth for Clothes" transl. by Burton Watson

To make a robe you'll wear ten thousand miles - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Fulling Cloth for Clothes" transl. by Burton Watson

Offers fair omen for a rich year - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Prose Poem on the Snow" transl. by Burton Watson

Highways like ribbons of alabaster - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Prose Poem on the Snow" transl. by Burton Watson

The silver pheasant bereft of hue - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Prose Poem on the Snow" transl. by Burton Watson

This show of tangled profusion - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Prose Poem on the Snow" transl. by Burton Watson

The wonder of dazzle and charge - Hsieh Hui-Lien "Prose Poem on the Snow" transl. by Burton Watson

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Yet sings, knowing he hath wings - Victor Hugo "Be Like the Bird"

Made his pallet on the threshing floor - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Slept among the bushels of threshed wheat - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

No filth soured the sweetness of his well - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

No hot iron of torture whitened in his forge - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Bound sheaves without the strain of hate or envy - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Let handfuls of the fat ears fall to them - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Clothed itself in candor - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

To him in his old age came greatness - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

May find the timelessness beyond times of trouble - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

To Ruth the eyes of Boaz shone clear light - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Saw the footprints left by giants - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Where the earth was soft still from the waters of the flood - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

A dream fell from the sky into the old man's mind - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

While a king sat singing at the root - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

And a god died at the crown - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Mornings rise out of the night as if in triumph - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

I have turned my soul to face the grave - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

An old ox turned by thirst down to the river - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

The cedar does not feel the rose bloom at its root - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Breathed out a freshness from wild clumps of asphodels - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Hidden angels must have hovered over them - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Mixed with a dull hush of brookwater in the moss - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Were trembling on the verge of silence - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Into the great calm where lions go to drink - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Dropped his golden scythe there in that field of stars - Victor Hugo "Boaz Asleep" transl. not credited

Pilloried to their thrones of shame - Victor Hugo "Feuilles d'Automne" transl. by Roger Casement

Filled with intoxication of delight - Victor Hugo "The Genesis of Butterflies" transl. by Andrew Lang

Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines - Victor Hugo "Letter II.vi." transl. by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore

Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass - Victor Hugo "Letter II.vi." transl. by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore

A few gnarled elms with grumpy silhouettes - Victor Hugo "Letter II.vi." transl. by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore

They carp at every gust that stirs them - Victor Hugo "Letter II.vi." transl. by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore

All its notches filled with ocean blue - Victor Hugo "Letter II.vi." transl. by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore

Set my lips to your full cup - Victor Hugo "More Strong Than Time" transl. by Andrew Lang

Plucked from the roses of your days - Victor Hugo "More Strong Than Time" transl. by Andrew Lang

Deep from light and air, until the day of doom - Victor Hugo "The Tomb and the Rose" transl. by A.J.M. [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.694, 14 April 1877]

Distil those pearly tears to scents - Victor Hugo "The Tomb and the Rose" transl. by A.J.M. [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.694, 14 April 1877]

While fogs and dreams are taking flight - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Roses open with hope new-born - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

The streams speak to the fountains - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

One throbbing pulse is shaking all Nature's mighty frame - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

With deep devotion I've plunged in depths profound - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

In the ocean where'er the plummets sound - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

A lamp the great God places near all our mortal things - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Always graces the thoughts a pure mind brings - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

After wild doubts and dreaming - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Lit up with splendor at sunset and sunrise - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

With gorgeous hues yet tender - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Each wearied soul beguiling to dreams - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Seeking to read the mystic spell - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Flowers whose hidden meaning we crush - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Gleaning honey from every sweet - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Where village towers in play-time ring out - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Where sages may see what most they yearn - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Every thought unfurl'd there requires a mystic rod - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

A Book which is completed by virtuous deeds alone - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

Concealing all deeds which God has done - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

That always leavens whate'er we hold of worth - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

When once they learn'd the spell - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen

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Make a paper wolf for me - Joan Houlihan "H. Antecessor"

A study of cut mark and fracture - Joan Houlihan "H. Antecessor"

Shadow built the walls - Joan Houllihan "RAG SMELL. FIRE"

Holed and cribbed with light - Joan Houllihan "RAG SMELL. FIRE"

Where newborn pieties spark and strike - Joan Houlihan "Turn of a Year"

We had married ourselves to a trance - Joan Houlihan "What Does Your Seeing Want?"

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Every year hath its winter - Ella Higginson "When the Birds Go North Again"

When the birds go north again - Ella Higginson "When the Birds Go North Again"

When new leaves swell in the forest - Ella Higginson "When the Birds Go North Again"

Grass springs green on the plain - Ella Higginson "When the Birds Go North Again"

The alder's veins turn crimson - Ella Higginson "When the Birds Go North Again"

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Kissing all the bees - Florence Hoatson "Blossoms"

Holding cups of honey - Florence Hoatson "Blossoms"

A ring of fairies upon the biggest plate - Florence Hoatson "Fairies in the Cupboard"

Steals across a thousand floors - Florence Hoatson "The Friend of Santa Claus"

One part water and three parts smoke - Florence Hoatson "Jerry"

For the fairies to slip through - Florence Hoatson "The Little White Gate"

And lure the foals away - Florence Hoatson "The Pixies on the Moor"

Red earth and a hawthorne hedge - Florence Hoatson "Summer Picture"

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With branching antlers of the chase - W.H.C.H. "Death of Rob Roy" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

A word unwelcome to his ears - W.H.C.H. "Death of Rob Roy" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Stirred the hoarded hate of years - W.H.C.H. "Death of Rob Roy" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Array me in the spoils I took - W.H.C.H. "Death of Rob Roy" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Hounds scenting out the retreat of the stag - W.H.C.H. "Death of Rob Roy" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

While voices of millions are shouting aloud - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

While Perfidy sharpened the dart - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Vultures have crimsoned their beaks in thy heart - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Hot winds from the waste of despair - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

That cannot march on with a faltering stride - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

In return for a shadowed and comfortless past - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Whose tide to a black-crested viper gave birth - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Though driven for refuge to cavern and den - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Venturing all on the hazardous cast - William H.C. Hosmer "Erin Waking" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Will prove an amulet to guard - William H.C. Hosmer "Impromptu: Written on Receiving a Rose-Bud from a Lady"

Golden sunshine's nursing power - William H.C. Hosmer "Impromptu: Written on Receiving a Rose-Bud from a Lady"

Through rose-wreathed halls of fantasy - William H.C. Hosmer "Impromptu: Written on Receiving a Rose-Bud from a Lady"

Who haunts a land without a sun - William H.C. Hosmer "Impromptu: Written on Receiving a Rose-Bud from a Lady"

In vain would morning dawn - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Launching his thoughts like arrows - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Worthless weeds upon the shore of Time - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

When tyrants tread the hill-top - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Hiss like Medusa's vipers in the breast - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

The witchcraft of harmonic sound - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Ask the fox and raven - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Consign an empire to the grave - W.H.C. Hosmer "The Might of Song"

Unfold their lettered treasures - William H.C. Hosmer "My Study"

Closed our war with Time - William H.C. Hosmer "My Study"

The hushed belfry of the heart - William H.C. Hosmer "My Study"

Rings with a numbered chime - William H.C. Hosmer "My Study"

When the warring voice of the storm is heard - William H.C. Hosmer "Requiem" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

And unchain the silvery feet of waves - William H.C. Hosmer "Requiem" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

A wilder wail is uttered by the midnight gale - William H.C. Hosmer "Requiem" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The hallowed wells of Learning - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

No stain of deep and Stygian dye - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Though Error for an hour hold - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Reign beneath a darkened sky - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

With serpent folds entwining round the stem - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Feel the frost of cold neglect - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And Truth walk down the sounding aisles - William H.C. Hosmer "Song [The hallowed wells of Learning]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Through hearts that are unconquered still - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The knightly deeds of other years eclipse - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Contrasted with that darker doom - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The meed of high and shadowless renown - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Make the savage Czar in terror clutch his crown - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Pour defiance at his palace-door - Wm. H.C. Hosmer "A Voice for Poland" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

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Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Chambered Nautilus"

In webs of living gauze - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Chambered Nautilus"

Child of the wandering sea - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Chambered Nautilus"

Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Chambered Nautilus"

Through the deep caves of thought - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Chambered Nautilus"

Full hot and high the sea would boil - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Comet"

Snuffy old drone from the German hive - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Deacon's Masterpiece: Or the Wonderful 'One-Hoss-Shay'"

A sea over a pent volcano - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Daily Trials"

Whose arts have caged some devil - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Daily Trials"

Could Memory's hand restore - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Departed Days"

Gaze not upon his shield of jet - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Dilemma"

By all that thrills the beating heart - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Dilemma"

Look not beneath his azure veil - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Dilemma"

Buttoned it with stars - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Evening"

Quivering on their silken threads - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Evening"

The skirt of night's descending robe - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Evening"

To you the words are ashes - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle, as She Saw it from the Belfry"

Rain his fire and brimstone round them - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle, as She Saw it from the Belfry"

Has emptied all the vengeance of the storm - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle, as She Saw it from the Belfry"

Here's damnation to the cut-throats! - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle, as She Saw it from the Belfry"

The dog-star of treason grows dim - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Last Charge" [The Atlantic Monthly v.13 no.76, Feb. 1864]

And give her to the god of storms - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Old Ironsides"

Knaves are busier fools - Oliver Wendell Holmes "A Rhymed Lesson" (selections)

One constant element in luck - Oliver Wendell Holmes "A Rhymed Lesson" (selections)

Stick on conversation's burrs - Oliver Wendell Holmes "A Rhymed Lesson" (selections)

A knot of spinster Katydids - Oliver Wendell Holmes "To an Insect"

The promise still outruns the deed - Oliver Wendell Holmes "To My Readers"

Their battlefields' thunder and flame - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

Who inherit their fame - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

Sprinkled with starry light - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

The wide beams of thy full constellation - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

Cloud that would darken a star - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

While through the sounding sky - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

By madness and treachery blighted - Oliver Wendell Holmes "Union and Liberty"

We count the broken lyres - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Voiceless"

What endless melodies were poured - Oliver Wendell Holmes "The Voiceless"

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The leaves are dancing with Death - F.W. Harvey "Autumn in Prison"

Cutting the sky in pattern - F.W. Harvey "Autumn in Prison"

And lifted as with wine - F.W. Harvey "Autumn in Prison"

When fate bereaves life of old joys - F.W. Harvey "The Bond"

Like a precious metal in his fist - F.W. Harvey "The Bugler"

Our various divinity and sin - F.W. Harvey "The Bugler"

Like pipes of battle calling - F.W. Harvey "The Bugler"

Trumpeting men through beauty - F.W. Harvey "The Bugler"

Wines of mirth and friendship - F.W. Harvey "A Christmas Wish"

With the wind your warden - F.W. Harvey "Cloud Messengers"

Your rainy gems in sunlight - F.W. Harvey "Cloud Messengers"

Through tears of memory - F.W. Harvey "Cloud Messengers"

No secret would I plunder - F.W. Harvey "A Common Petition"

However gold the weather - F.W. Harvey "Delights"

So sweet and bitter fancy - F.W. Harvey "English Flowers in a Foreign Garden"

Glowing rose and pensive pansy - F.W. Harvey "English Flowers in a Foreign Garden"

A blade beat from molten memory - F.W. Harvey "English Flowers in a Foreign Garden"

To some strange law surrrendering - F.W. Harvey "Form (A Study)"

All the strange romance of living - F.W. Harvey "Form (A Study)"

Tiny spark of mortal fire - F.W. Harvey "Gloucestershire Men"

Glory is a golden snake around Life's tree - F.W. Harvey "The Golden Snake"

Shall break in the blast of Eternity - F.W. Harvey "The Golden Snake"

Employ no sorrowful thing - F.W. Harvey "Happy Singing"

Laughter of singing thrushes - F.W. Harvey "Happy Singing"

Ripe to be harvested for bitter need - F.W. Harvey "Harvest Home"

The haunted heart that turns - F.W. Harvey "Identity"

April was in your making - F.W. Harvey "June"

When Summer closes her pageantry - F.W. Harvey "June"

Kindled by hands of treachery - F.W. Harvey "Kossovo Day"

And tortured trumpets crying - F.W. Harvey "Kossovo Day"

Robed in moonlight's ancient gold - F.W. Harvey "Lassington"

Their old grey gods of Pain - F.W. Harvey "Lassington"

With passions of skies - F.W. Harvey "'Local Fatalities Are Reported'"

Were made wise beneath the twisted thorn - F.W. Harvey "'Local Fatalities Are Reported'"

Letting Life's cider out - F.W. Harvey "Martha Basin on Marriage"

Saw white Helen on the walls of Troy - F.W. Harvey "The Moon"

The strange seas that bore him - F.W. Harvey "The Moon"

In a brown wild loveliness - F.W. Harvey "On Over Bridge at Evening"

Sweet as the dusty roses - F.W. Harvey "On Over Bridge at Evening"

The speech of my forgotten soul - F.W. Harvey "Out of the City"

Varying as flying hornet's sunshine-smitten wing - F.W. Harvey "A Philosophy"

Its roses turned to holly - F.W. Harvey "The Philosopher Visits the Night Club"

Like a cinder fading black at last - F.W. Harvey "Prisoners"

Clouds standing over hills of dream - F.W. Harvey "Since I Have Loved"

A country by my own heart walled - F.W. Harvey "Since I Have Loved"

A cell of brown and bloody earth - F.W. Harvey "The Sleepers"

Sleep, the balm of sorrow - F.W. Harvey "The Sleepers"

Brave thrushes did complete - F.W. Harvey "Song"

The borrowed Coin of Life - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet (to One Killed in Action)"

Your gift upon the highest altar - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet (to One Killed in Action)"

Have reached the end of my desire - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet I (from Farewell)"

Pray devil's thunder may fall - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet II (from Farewell)"

His insolent envy of sweet death - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet II (from Farewell)"

That envious shadowy old king - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet III (from Farewell)"

The blowing buds of lovely mirth - F.W. Harvey "Sonnet III (from Farewell)"

Ringed round with golden weather - F.W. Harvey "The Stranger"

And timbers black with flame - F.W. Harvey "The Stranger"

Flame and the noise of doom - F.W. Harvey "The Stranger"

Every pattern lust can weave - F.W. Harvey "The Stranger"

Let angels carelessly with robins sing - F.W. Harvey "That I May Be Given Fellowship of Angels and a Happy Heart"

The thin blasphemous gravity of wicked men - F.W. Harvey "That I May Be Given Fellowship of Angels and a Happy Heart"

The lonely hollows in the hills - F.W. Harvey "That I May Be Taught the Gesture of Heaven"

Bright silver upon hard morning - F.W. Harvey "That I May Be Taught the Gesture of Heaven"

To glimmer in a rare bright cup - F.W. Harvey "Timmy Taylor and the Rats"

The pain which threshes joy - F.W. Harvey "To the Devil on His Appalling Decadence"

Deeds we wrought in carelessness - F.W. Harvey "What We Think Of"

Dreams we broke in folly - F.W. Harvey "What We Think Of"

The passing breath of flowers bright - F.W. Harvey "The Wind's Grief"

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Cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

The yellow-black dance of the tiger - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

Or the echoes that follow after - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

Fire hitched to the air we breathe - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

The chuckle of ash sneaking into our lungs - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

The way your eyes elope - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

Married to the asylum of pine and bark - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

The season of fresh lavender - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

The abysmal cycle of lists - Luther Hughes "[Like the Japanese cherry blossoms wedded to the soil's palm]"

Enlists a fresh haunting - Luther Hughes "My Mother, My Mother"

The classic duty of breath - Luther Hughes "When Struck by Night"

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This revel of quick-cued mumming - Thomas Hardy "According to the Mighty Working"

Outside perception's range - Thomas Hardy "According to the Mighty Working"

Left the shining shrines unsought - Thomas Hardy "After Reading Psalms XXXIX., XL., etc."

To alight upon the wind-warped upland thorn - Thomas Hardy "Afterwards"

Veiled against too strong a stare - Thomas Hardy "An Ancient to Ancients"

No wizard wields the witching pen - Thomas Hardy "An Ancient to Ancients"

Waking to wish existence timeless - Thomas Hardy "And There Was a Great Calm"

From Heaven distilled a clemency - Thomas Hardy "And There Was a Great Calm"

Veering unbid into my view - Thomas Hardy "At Moonrise and Onwards"

That vouched the dark as done - Thomas Hardy "Barthelemon at Vauxhall"

Rang midnight within - Thomas Hardy "Before Marching, and After"

His history would borrow - Thomas Hardy "Before Marching, and After"

Where Death stood to win - Thomas Hardy "Before Marching, and After"

By the pleasant pranks they played us - Thomas Hardy "Budmouth Dears"

Now that war has swept us sunder - Thomas Hardy "Budmouth Dears"

Here in breath and bone - Thomas Hardy "The Casual Acquaintance"

His casual jot of service on that road - Thomas Hardy "The Casual Acquaintance"

Time ticking hard on midnight - Thomas Hardy "The Collector Cleans His Picture"

And the spindrift strikes the glass - Thomas Hardy "The Curtains Now Are Drawn"

The toll that follows from the lagging bell - Thomas Hardy "Drawing Details in an Old Church"

Splashed in its tumbling stir - Thomas Hardy "The Dream Is--Which?"

Found me in haggard rooms - Thomas Hardy "The Dream Is--Which?"

Treading a lonely stair - Thomas Hardy "The Dream Is--Which?"

Till a harsh change comes edging in - Thomas Hardy "The Dream Is--Which?"

Our clock should be the closing flowers - Thomas Hardy "Dream of the City Shopwoman"

Our church the alleyed willow boughs - Thomas Hardy "Dream of the City Shopwoman"

A yearning nature's strong appeal - Thomas Hardy "Dream of the City Shopwoman"

While blusters vex the yew and vane - Thomas Hardy "A Drizzling Easter Morning"

Every sound moves memories - Thomas Hardy "A Duettist to Her Pianoforte: Song of Silence"

Such heavily-haunted harmony - Thomas Hardy "A Duettist to Her Pianoforte: Song of Silence"

Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind - Thomas Hardy "Epitaph"

Ask no ill-advised reward - Thomas Hardy "Epitaph"

When reddest flowers are black - Thomas Hardy "The Garden Seat"

Enter a daisy-and-buttercup land - Thomas Hardy "Growth in May"

Hurdles and stiles scarce visible - Thomas Hardy "Growth in May"

And the hurricane shakes the solid land - Thomas Hardy "I Found Her Out There"

By those haunted heights the Atlantic smites - Thomas Hardy "I Found Her Out There"

Till it catch the sound of that western sea - Thomas Hardy "I Found Her Out There"

Where the gate was past finding - Thomas Hardy "Lonely Days"

In heavy years she would remember - Thomas Hardy "The Marble Tablet"

We shall have marched for nothing - Thomas Hardy "Men Who March Away"

Wayfared at the nadir of the sun - Thomas Hardy "Murmurs in the Gloom (Nocturne)"

Denounce the sane as vicious - Thomas Hardy "Murmurs in the Gloom (Nocturne)"

That grace can smooth no waters - Thomas Hardy "Murmurs in the Gloom (Nocturne)"

In the gown of fading fashion - Thomas Hardy "The Old Gown"

Doomed long to part - Thomas Hardy "The Old Gown"

Ashlar whereon the gales might drum - Thomas Hardy "The Old Workman"

For brightest brown have donned a gray - Thomas Hardy "On a Discovered Curl of Hair"

To abate the misery of absentness - Thomas Hardy "On a Discovered Curl of Hair"

A caverned ark ever unopened - Thomas Hardy "On a Discovered Curl of Hair"

By bearing down the western road - Thomas Hardy "On a Discovered Curl of Hair"

November blew forth its bleared airs - Thomas Hardy "On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born"

Before our sands had run - Thomas Hardy "On the Tune called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth"

The tide of chance may bring its offer - Thomas Hardy "The Opportunity"

By the embers in hearthside ease - Thomas Hardy "The Oxen"

Should go with him in the gloom - Thomas Hardy "The Oxen"

The ghost of a perished day - Thomas Hardy "A Procession of Dead Days"

A rainbow sight of promise made - Thomas Hardy "A Procession of Dead Days"

In its queue a train of sparks - Thomas Hardy "A Procession of Dead Days"

Whereon to fashion life's citadel - Thomas Hardy "Rake-Hell Muses"

At moth and gnat and cobweb-time - Thomas Hardy "The Rift"

A mad star crossed the sky - Thomas Hardy "The Second Night"

Wasting in sparks as it streamed - Thomas Hardy "The Second Night"

The sparks of the star in her pupils - Thomas Hardy "The Second Night"

With never a fault in its flow - Thomas Hardy "The Selfsame Song"

My head unturned lest my dream should fade - Thomas Hardy "The Shadow on the Stone"

From twain spheres with hearts distuned - Thomas Hardy "Side by Side"

Diverse their ways from the western door - Thomas Hardy "Side by Side"

Meeting those meandering down - Thomas Hardy "Snow in the Suburb"

Imprinted their dreams on its walls - Thomas Hardy "The Strange House"

When friendly summer calls again - Thomas Hardy "Summer Schemes"

Of what another moon will bring - Thomas Hardy "Summer Schemes"

Not designed to waste the noon - Thomas Hardy "To a Lady Playing and Singing in the Morning"

Let your chambers show no sorrow - Thomas Hardy "To a Well-Named Dwelling"

When the wind raved round the land - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"

And our doors were blocked with sand - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"

And bedtime brought the storm - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"

Were beating up and down the dark - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"

Dead Nelson and his half-dead crew - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"

And beheld the uprising dark weather - Thomas Hardy "The Two Wives"

A preface without any book - Thomas Hardy "A Two-Years' Idyll"

Those two seasons unsought - Thomas Hardy "A Two-Years' Idyll"

Weather the cuckoo likes - Thomas Hardy "Weathers"

When beeches drip in browns and duns - Thomas Hardy "Weathers"

Nine drops of water bead the jessamine - Thomas Hardy "A Wet August"

Gilt over by the light I bore - Thomas Hardy "A Wet August"

Haunt there and drink the wormwood cup - Thomas Hardy "Where Three Roads Joined"

Put on youth in her look and air - Thomas Hardy "A Wife Comes Back"

That throned you from all else human - Thomas Hardy "Without, Not Within Her"

Under the breath of the winnowing-fan - Thomas Hardy "Without, Not Within Her"

Unchilled by damps of doubt - Thomas Hardy "A Woman's Trust"

With cloven logs to keep alight - Thomas Hardy "The Wood Fire"

Call off your eyes from care - Thomas Hardy "A Young Man's Exhortation"

By some determined deftness - Thomas Hardy "A Young Man's Exhortation"

Exalt and crown the hour - Thomas Hardy "A Young Man's Exhortation"

Limitless recruits from Fancy's pack - Thomas Hardy "A Young Man's Exhortation"

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Outside among yellowing aspens - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

When cotton explodes that gaudy hue - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

Holding time in the dark - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

Waiting for the dappling of sky - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

A quality encouraged for navigation - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

To freeze among the frozen - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

Tundras with paths lined with wet spikes - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

A terrible enactment in the dark - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

There's poison in the bread - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

Lifting me into cloying light - Myronn Hardy "Aurora Americana"

Where earthquakes are wind - Myronn Hardy "Mosquito"

The gelatinous mass controlling this machine - Myronn Hardy "Mosquito"

Her needle mouth filling with water - Myronn Hardy "Mosquito"

Haunted their whole lives by trees - Myronn Hardy "Mosquito"

In a pool surrounded by azaleas - Myronn Hardy "Solemnity"

Ice that wolves trample silently - Myronn Hardy "Solemnity"

Before the country was ash - Myronn Hardy "Solemnity"

Forgetting the distance - Myronn Hardy "Solemnity"

Have given myself to the linear - Myronn Hardy "To the Linear"

A rocket blasting into the unknowable - Myronn Hardy "To the Linear"

With suicidal guitarists plucking sunrise - Myronn Hardy "To the Linear"

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The aura of each candle-flame - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

Disdained such palpable machinery - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

Idle talk's quintessences - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

Gathered stores of unproved bliss - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

The multiplied inheritance of each succeeding moment - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

The issue of their enterprise - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

Drown our wills in its excess - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

Our universe in chaos thrust - L.P. Hartley "Candlemas"

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Shadowy fingers of approaching Dusk - B. Higgins "Eventide"

The moan of centuries breaks - B. Higgins "Gallipoli: An Epitaph"

Whispers of sultry ages - B. Higgins "Gallipoli: An Epitaph"

The stars their monuments - B. Higgins "Gallipoli: An Epitaph"

Chanter of the lonely tombs - B. Higgins "One Soldier"

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On my high noon journey - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed Hendan "He Was Taken Away" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

On the darkest dais of his night - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed Hendan "He Was Taken Away" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

Struck by thunder's omen - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed Hendan "He Was Taken Away" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

A crime the prisons wrote for him - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed Hendan "He Was Taken Away" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

A turtle with love pushing from behind - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed Hendan "He Was Taken Away" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

My stars are seeping away - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed (Hendan) "Returning to the Fire" transl. by author and edited by Darren Byler

Cast the stones from your heart - Muyesser Abdul'Ehed (Hendan) "Returning to the Fire" transl. by author and edited by Darren Byler

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Poltergeist among the grand spirits - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

In Pushkin's clock-haunted house - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

Hazard so much free of compulsion - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

A wide city under a bronze sky - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

In the broad way of wonder - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

Cannot tell presence from memory - Sir Geoffrey Hill "Genius Loci"

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A loosened sheaf of light - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

Crushing crystal dews beneath - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

Throughout the wood's dark mazes - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

Poured it out in mellow floods - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

Walling up its crystal wealth - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

The tears that Dryads wept - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

That thrilled its mimic tide - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

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To dash irradiant on the barren shore - Henry Clayton Hopkins "Quatrain"

Man only has no certain destiny - Henry Clayton Hopkins "Quatrain"

In despair to reckon up the bitter cost - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

To win, to weigh, to sort and sift - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

With every word that held a lie - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

Warning struggled in my word - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

Guiltless at my soul's command - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

Bend my life to bridge the tide - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

How soon the heart forgets its wrong - Henry Clayton Hopkins "To --"

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