somethingdarker | Sep. 1st, 2010

Sep. 1st, 2010

A thousand rain-drops glisten - A.A.I. "An April Day"

Jocund sports beguile the silent hours - J.H.I. "Ethelbert and Elfrida" [The Mirror of Literature issue 576 Nov 17 1832]

With shrieks the sacred aisles resound - J.H.I. "Ethelbert and Elfrida" [The Mirror of Literature issue 576 Nov 17 1832]

Fell grief her throbbing heart enthrals - J.H.I. "Ethelbert and Elfrida" [The Mirror of Literature issue 576 Nov 17 1832]

And pangs of sad remorse encroach - J.H.I. "Ethelbert and Elfrida" [The Mirror of Literature issue 576 Nov 17 1832]

In the center of her boiling - Maria Ibarra-Frayre "Awareness"

Kept in by a wall that already exists - Maria Ibarra-Frayre "Awareness"

The boiling grief of my mother's prayers - Maria Ibarra-Frayre "Awareness"

With wisdom would be reconciled - Umar Ibn al-Farid "Khamriyyah" [selections] transl. by Leonard Chalmers-Hunt

For Time's a thought of space - Umar Ibn al-Farid "Khamriyyah" [selections] transl. by Leonard Chalmers-Hunt

Who fills oft the Cup of mortal fire - Umar Ibn al-Farid "Khamriyyah" [selections] transl. by Leonard Chalmers-Hunt

No matter the rush of the undertow - Noor Ibn Najam "Untitled"

Forever drenched in this night - Noor Ibn Najam "Untitled"

With each step and each moment - Ahmet Igamberdi "My Star" transl. by Munawwar Abdulla

Crossed the deserts of parting - Ahmet Igamberdi "My Star" transl. by Munawwar Abdulla

Shine as a guarantor for my hopes - Ahmet Igamberdi "My Star" transl. by Munawwar Abdulla

Many things hid from thy mind's dazzled sight - Imogene "Mother and Child" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

When the chilling snows fall - Imogene "Mother and Child" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Left a dream of roses - Fay Inchfawn "Early Spring"

Hold once more their shattered fragrance - Fay Inchfawn "On All Soul's Eve"

Master of human destinies - John James Ingalls "Opportunity"

Reach every state mortals desire - John James Ingalls "Opportunity"

Nor earth nor sky has breath - Alex A. Irvine "The Gleaners"

Beside each silent blade - Alex A. Irvine "The Gleaners"

Ev'ry leaf has been nipped by a blight - Alex A. Irvine "The Withered Rose" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]

Three generations weep - Edward Irving "To the Memory of My Venerable Grandfather-in-Law, Samuel Martin, who Was Taken from Us in the Sixty-Eighth Year of his Memory"

Doing nothing with my exile of a life - Nazifa Islam "Stability Is a Feeling"

Walks in the wilderness of America - Nazifa Islam "Stability Is a Feeling"

The book of poems inside me - Nazifa Islam "Stability Is a Feeling"

Hopes that had begun to smile - Ihsan Ismayil (Umun) "Verses of Falling" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The wailing wind and murky road - Ihsan Ismayil (Umun) "Verses of Falling" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Mark out braided paths - Malathi Michelle Ivengar "Beige"

Celebrating in radiant swirls - Malathi Michelle Ivengar "Ocher"

Wistful, muted brown - Malathi Michelle Ivengar "Sepia"

Soft, nostalgic brown - Malathi Michelle Ivengar "Sepia"

Mixes with the blood of the flea - Lucy Ives "First Husband"

A thread of ice penetrating the human sciences - Lucy Ives "First Husband"

A description of hundreds of years - Lucy Ives "First Husband"

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They but render half the heart - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

Forgetfulness to comfort her - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

Done no damage to the past - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

Though the heart be not attending - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

In the sunlit cells of memory - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

If fortune changes her side - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

Than any night that day comes after - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

Sweet to my dark ruined heart - Jean Ingelow "Afternoon at a Parsonage"

That break the heads of dreaming men - Jean Ingelow "Brothers, and a Sermon"

For troubles wrought of men - Jean Ingelow "Brothers, and a Sermon"

And any of the footsteps following us - Jean Ingelow "Brothers, and a Sermon"

To see us eat of death - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: Song for the Night of Christ's Resurrection"

Into their blue retired - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: Song for the Night of Christ's Resurrection"

The faded moon forgets - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: Song for the Night of Christ's Resurrection"

Withdrawn in snow silence - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"

Opened the door of my heart - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"

And the stars are all dead - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"

In the dropping rain's despite - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"

The light from buried eyes - Jean Ingelow "A Dead Year"

Shaking out honey, treading perfume - Jean Ingelow "Divided"

In their fortunate parallels - Jean Ingelow "Divided"

With the moon's own sadness - Jean Ingelow "Divided"

Afford thy soul delight - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

Brushed her mortal weeds against their wings - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

A little gold will buy me - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

Not yield him peace - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

And in her awful joy repeat - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

O earth, prepare thy song - Jean Ingelow "The Dreams that Came True"

Jealous of my happier eyes - Jean Ingelow "The Four Bridges"

As the tender love the strong - Jean Ingelow "The Four Bridges"

Revealed my own unrest - Jean Ingelow "The Four Bridges"

Basking between the shadows - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part I."

Of tangled star-dust - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part I."

Her cold volcanoes tell - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part I."

As heaven's high twins - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part I."

A ripple on the inner sea - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

Too wise with seeing to believe - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

A Pedigree withdrawn and vast - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

And have the grace to wait - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

Sowing the seeds of hope - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

Cast on seas of emptiness - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

Strayed upon the pathless wold - Jean Ingelow "Honors. -- Part II."

And keen for snows - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

Left the sweet day behind - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

Music of an altered world - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

Hope with her tender colors - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

That was satisfied with light - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

And with a gesture pray - Jean Ingelow "Laurance"

Hearts for peace make room - Jean Ingelow "The Letter L"

Free, as sorrow is - Jean Ingelow "The Letter L"

Climb, but heights are cold - Jean Ingelow "A Mother Showing the Portrait of Her Child"

Evening counsels best prevail - Jean Ingelow "Reflections: Looking Over a Gate at a Pool in a Field"

Ghost of some moon departed - Jean Ingelow "Requiescat In Pace!"

And veil thy breast with icicles - Jean Ingelow "Requiescat In Pace!"

That more than silence bring - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

Let me wed my fate - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

The leisure of the wheat - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

With peace whose phantoms yet entice - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

Storm the ghosts in ambuscade - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

Who in the song had partnership - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"

Across the unfurrowed reaches - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The First Watch: Tired"

The love hope nourished - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The First Watch: Tired"

Be kind to our darkness - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The Middle Watch"

Counts up the times of the dead - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The Middle Watch"

Not satisfied with sleep - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The Morning Watch: The Coming in of the 'Mermaiden'"

And scars are worn for honor - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, Concluding Song of Dawn: A Morn of May"

No rain left in heaven - Jean Ingelow "Songs of Seven: Seven Times One. Exultation"

A boon won from silence - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Poet in His Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird"

Changeful fancies set afloat - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Poet in His Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird"

In a rainbow from her wings - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Poet in His Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird"

Spread out thy fateful wings - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine"

Thy gods are making wine - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine"

The fair hag, Luck, is in her shroud - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine"

As true as time - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Child and Boatman"

Swarm with blue diamonds - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Sand Martins"

Blossom in the zone of calms - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Sand Martins"

Whose roots are in the spray - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Sand Martins"

Misty fragments down its face - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Sea-Mews in Winter Time"

The phantoms of the deep at play - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: Sea-Mews in Winter Time"

In the trance of light - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart"

The moral of moonlight - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart"

That the years unborn would render - Jean Ingelow "Songs on the Voices of Birds: The Warbling of Blackbirds"

A bloom as of blush roses - Jean Ingelow "Songs with Preludes: Wedlock"

The incense of her blossoming - Jean Ingelow "The Star's Monument"

A dimness on the grasses - Jean Ingelow "The Star's Monument"

Could not choose but shine - Jean Ingelow "The Star's Monument"

And falling down in thunder - Jean Ingelow "The Star's Monument"

The day draws out her shadows - Jean Ingelow "The Star's Monument"

And set our answer free - Jean Ingelow "Winstanley"

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Within the four chambers of a sparrow's heart - Mark Irwin "And"

Find the spangled surface of eternity - Mark Irwin "And Now"

Taste the whirling of all things visible - Mark Irwin "And Now"

As a rose refolding toward evening - Mark Irwin "Dear Red"

Something violet and lingering - Mark Irwin "Dear Red"

Their eyes carrying late rooms of light - Mark Irwin "Dear Red"

Shaking seconds out like salt - Mark Irwin "Dedication"

How many square feet in disaster? - Mark Irwin "Elegy with Forest and TVs"

Like a crow in a lemon tree - Mark Irwin "Here"

Now some quick-silver sun - Mark Irwin "How to Gather It All Up"

Always the forest at midnight - Mark Irwin "How to Gather It All Up"

Could feel the wind of distance - Mark Irwin "Human Pageant"

To move like all things green - Mark Irwin "In Autumn"

Until the truth saunters in - Mark Irwin "Life Is a Red Car"

Hollowed out and built of praise - Mark Irwin "Life Is a Red Car"

Where grass borders granite - Mark Irwin "Memory"

Between defeat and prayer - Mark Irwin "Nike of Samothrace"

Moving in several directions at once - Mark Irwin "Nike of Samothrace"

Leaving the field of time - Mark Irwin "Open"

Stood some place beyond desire - Mark Irwin "Purple"

Pushing clouds to find the sun - Mark Irwin "Round"

A salamander shaking off light - Mark Irwin "Threshold"

With ladder struck by lightning - Mark Irwin "What a Great Responsibility"

Names still haunting windows and doors - Mark Irwin "What a Great Responsibility"

Nothing remains between you and the sky - Mark Irwin "What did you do today? How Long will it last? Will you remember?"

Starving to be mentioned - Mark Irwin "'Who'"

All the doors are shadows - Mark Irwin "'Who'"

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A song from stern Thermopylae - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

A battle-shout from Marathon - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Wrought within the tombs of Egypt's kings - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Fire from every glowing string shall mingle - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

The words which burn upon my tongue - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

We'll fill Time's glass with ruby tears - Ione "Lay" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

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The soul in the body of the universe - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Bring comfort to our sad hearts - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

This chaff a mountain crested with fire - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

They fell into a hundred mazes - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Bind again these scattered leaves - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

But my secret thoughts have not escaped - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Have nourished a flame in my bosom - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

That seized the furniture of judgment - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Cast fire on the skirt of discretion - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

And lightnings encircle it with adoration - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Burned unseen by the world's eye - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Fire dropped from the veins of my thought - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Remove the stabbing radiance from my mirror - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Lays her head on the knees of Night - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Adept in the mysteries of my nature - Muhammad Iqbal "An Invocation"

Washed away sleep from the eye of the narcissus - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Sowed a verse and reaped a sword - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Planted only the seed of my tears - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Within my bosom are a hundred dawns - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Opened our eyes when his own were closed - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Journeyed forth again from nothingness - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Clear the vexation of Time from my heart - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

The partridge red with blood of the hawk - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Pour moonbeams into the dark night of my thought - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Sprinkle the dry herbs with my tears - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Shatter the mirror of fear - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Bring a message from the reeds - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

Sowed an atom and reaped a sun - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"

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Betray the ravages of night - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

Where the torrents [sic] voice would thrill - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

There drops no kindred tear - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

Snow-clad Cenis' heart of stone might melt - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

Nor drop nor morsel deign'd to share - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

Shared our scanty meal in bitterness or glee - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

Let one grave our relics hold, entwined - E.B. Impey "The Savoyard" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.20 no.573, Oct. 27, 1832]

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On a bed of saffron sky - Sade Iverson "Eidolons"

Mimic flowers from out my silk and velvet garden - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]

Something chill and obscuring and dead - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]

The miasmatic mist of the soul of the lonely - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]

My little home, where I weep when I please - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]

All sewn with dreams - Sade Iverson "Reminders"

And looped with memories - Sade Iverson "Reminders"

Throwing kisses to the sky - Sade Iverson "Reminders"

All alone and full of fancies - Sade Iverson "Ten Square Feet of Garden"

Resting by her carven fountain - Sade Iverson "Ten Square Feet of Garden"

Ten square feet of haunting perfume - Sade Iverson "Ten Square Feet of Garden"

Ten square feet of tossing blossoms - Sade Iverson "Ten Square Feet of Garden"

Fret the black sky of night - Sade Iverson "Voices"

With one breath of impatience - Sade Iverson "Voices"

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Golden radiance from boughs of dusk - Scharmel Iris "Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn"

Spendthrifts of pride and grace - Scharmel Iris "Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn"

Borgia fair the poppy is - Scharmel Iris "Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn"

Sunbeams dance in dawn's ballet - Scharmel Iris "Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn"

Sift down his charity of snow - Scharmel Iris "Foreboding"

High in the forest of the sky - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

As cloth-of-gold the fallen leavs lie - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Sunset-panthers past her run to caverns of the Sun - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Cord-reins of sunbeams wrought - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Dame Night her tapestry's begun - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Once lay at the breast of the moon - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Forged in the fires of the sun - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

That Sunset concealed in her hair - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

From the husk of dusk I shake the stars - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Down slumber's vine I'll send him dreams - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The apple of silver will work him a charm - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The apple of copper will warm his heart - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The apple of gold will teach him a song - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The sun will whisper it in my ear - Scharmel Iris "Three Apples" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

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my Self in the unyielding barrenness - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

Salted fault lines - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

A tangle of medicinal weeds - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

Interrupts my molting descent - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

Amongst my most quiet scars - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

And catch hold of a soft pulse - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

Reach a hand out the wilderness - Ra Malika Imhotep "an armistice between my dead folks and my delusions"

Against a spiral of owned objects - Ra Malika Imhotep "Hurstonian Mythos 0.2: Custodial Spirits"

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The strip of light between the slats - Holly Iglesias "I Can Afford Neither the Rain"

The window itself blind with grief - Holly Iglesias "I Can Afford Neither the Rain"

Bench where the last mourner lingers - Holly Iglesias "I Can Afford Neither the Rain"

Their passion and ire softening now - Holly Iglesias "I Can Afford Neither the Rain"

The wind of romance hard against it - Holly Iglesias "I Can Afford Neither the Rain"

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Bordering on cool but tinged with bitter-green - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Moving slowly through the dismal atmosphere - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Tempering and holding in check - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

The heart to register its trembling - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Allowing the thought to stray the trigger - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Scan the sky for the hunter - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Adrift in the inky darkness - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Club and shield eternally raised - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Trying to sort villain from victim - Luisa A. Igloria "Custody"

Teeming now with yellow dandelions - Luisa A. Igloria "Ode to Tired Bumblebees Who Fall Asleep Inside Flowers with Pollen on their Butts"

Dianthus crowned with hint of cinnamon - Luisa A. Igloria "Ode to Tired Bumblebees Who Fall Asleep Inside Flowers with Pollen on their Butts"

Inside the shade of a squash flower - Luisa A. Igloria "Ode to Tired Bumblebees Who Fall Asleep Inside Flowers with Pollen on their Butts"

Where its light was last seen - Luisa A. Igloria "Orchard"

Fossil of a seahorse entombed - Luisa A. Igloria "To unravel a torment you must begin somewhere"

The moon's floodlights burning - Luisa A. Igloria "To unravel a torment you must begin somewhere"

Even the rain could feel oracular - Luisa A. Igloria "To unravel a torment you must begin somewhere"

Whatever fate singes with fire - Luisa A. Igloria "To unravel a torment you must begin somewhere"

The herbs and spices on the shelf - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

The beautiful berry leaves a dark stain on the tongue - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

Gather the fine amber dust in the air - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

That spells are made of words - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

Etched with promises made to eternity - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

When the language of the promise is wrong - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

When words break through a surface - Luisa A. Igloria "Why appropriation is not necessarily the same as mastery"

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Traversing these infinite deserts - Emily Igwike "my mother prepares ofe egusi"

Dry air turned oxygen - Emily Igwike "my mother prepares ofe egusi"

The presence of this heavy weight - Emily Igwike "my mother prepares ofe egusi"

A single step turned a silent truce - Emily Igwike "my mother prepares ofe egusi"

Sees herself in this shattered mirror - Emily Igwike "my mother prepares ofe egusi"

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Gathers milk from the dragon's nest - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

Bringing us mules from the future - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

This was the language of the future - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

For fear of being reduced to ash - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

Gathered mushrooms from the moist sky - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

For fear of what she might say - Prosper C. Ìféányí "In the Future, My Mother Teaches Us How to Speak the Alpha-Numeric Language"

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Hurls absurd reasons from a future - K. Iver "Anti-Elegy"

My grief a loose dam - K. Iver "Anti-Elegy"

Let comets land in my mouth - K. Iver "Because You Can't"

Flatten me into astonishment - K. Iver "Because You Can't"

May run time in a circle - K. Iver "Family of Origin Content Warning"

Hope for the nitrogen feeding your grass - K. Iver "For Missy Who Never Got His New Name"

Picking apart the physics of swimming - K. Iver "For Missy Who Never Got His New Name"

Spoke our own gospels like mad messiahs - K. Iver "Gospel for Missy During Our Three-Day Birthday Season"

A song about who gets miracles - K. Iver "Gospel for Missy During Our Three-Day Birthday Season"

Away from the cornerless dark - K. Iver "The Gotham Hotel"

How predictable its right angles - K. Iver "The Gotham Hotel"

Their blueprint drawn for reascending - K. Iver "The Gotham Hotel"

No safe engineering for this much want - K. Iver "The Gotham Hotel"

So many have a sweet tooth for belief - K. Iver "A Medium Performs Your Visit"

Hard and soft sugar playing a supporting role - K. Iver "A Medium Performs Your Visit"

In an undergalaxy of dreams - K. Iver "Mississippi, Missing, Missy, Miss--"

Bright lipstick comes off with grease - K. Iver "1987"

That choosing genres is a luxury - K. Iver "Short Film Starring My Beloved's Red Bronco"

How much choreographed relief a kingdom tolerates - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

Rules about who gets rescued - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

Lace with its chemical imitation - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

A mouse who gets eaten every night - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

The ballet can't perform without fairy tale - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

Spinning his eyes in their own pirouette - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

Hope sounds like the adult word for magic - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

How much choreographed relief a kingdom tolerates - K. Iver "Sleeping Beauty"

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Cuts our collective fugue state - fahima ife "anamnesis, amanuensis"

Cuts through corrugated banality - fahima ife "anamnesis, amanuensis"

Unnecessary metallic grounds of existence - fahima ife "anamnesis, amanuensis"

No longer reliant on gravitational pull - fahima ife "the coming of darkness informed us it was time to join the circle"

A poem inside my solitude - fahima ife "consider the dial"

On a scale between dirt and sky - fahima ife "consider the dial"

A woodwind inside the empire of still people - fahima ife "means of evasion"

The last note of a clarinet - fahima ife "means of evasion"

fuchsia edges of the depths divine - fahima ife "metanoia"

Room made of metal and want - fahima ife "more poverty interwoven with equal happiness"

The silver resonant humming in the depths - fahima ife "a night in which my spirit cowers"

Lost inside the hole of naught - fahima ife "a night in which my spirit cowers"

{in the long lineage of spite} - fahima ife "of being nameless"

{the rage inside the specter} - fahima ife "of being nameless"

Genetic reconnaissance at birth - fahima ife "our general banality"

The blue and white lament - fahima ife "our general banality"

A finger strums a seam of glass - fahima ife "our general banality"

Dancing to liquid edge - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Between plantation memory and cosmic impulse - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Until their music becomes cosmic - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Ecstatic as midnight departure - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

What constellations held them - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

On the other side of sugarcane - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Signal between spore and star - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Hidden as seven human echoes - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Leaps between cocoon and sky - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Rhythmic as dense earth - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Seven dancers measureless as air - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Solipsistic afterlives of schism - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Live oak spirits in dancer's pose - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

A broken branch remembers quiet - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

Wind summons a black moon at dawn - fahima ife "porous aftermath"

we stand in many doorways at once - fahima ife "post-acid"

this hunger transitive as the night - fahima ife "post-acid"

Broke under the weight of tenancy - fahima ife "post-acid"

A glint of silver slivers - fahima ife "recrudescence"

Nothing drifts in a tar pit - fahima ife "recrudescence"

On the precipice of the end - fahima ife "recrudescence"

Drifting parabotanical evasion - fahima ife "recrudescence"

Evasion on edge of transfiguration - fahima ife "recrudescence"

A petrochemical addict in want of an antagonist - fahima ife "shamanism"

Seven burning years before I remembered - fahima ife "shamanism"

The way blue might want for green - fahima ife "spirit of the times, the spirit of death"

Death comes by way of fragments - fahima ife "spirit of the times, the spirit of death"

{too sacred to call it home} - fahima ife "a street in hollygrove"

{a cool drink of sorrow} {laced with gold} - fahima ife "thirst is a way of knowing, not knowing"

The negative ecstasy of radio - fahima ife "we communicate together in a language that does not speak"

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Piled on the lofty peaks of rugged Tors - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Scattered upon the lone and dreary moors - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

At dawn's first livid beam - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

All bedecked they glow with purple gleam - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

When sunset warns us that the day is done - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Fantastic monsters take new forms - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

From shadowy depths of gloom and mystery - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Spectral gnomes of giant size - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Bidding defiance to the angry blast - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Wild legends hang about these time-worn stones - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

As evil spirits near them wend - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

To grant release from sickness, woe, and pain - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Other stones such mystic spells have wrought - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

That envious crags have reft themselves in twain - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

When power was great, and faith was young - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Poised by Incantation's charm - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

When midnight shrouds the mountains - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

The phantom Huntsman's hounds are heard - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Unearthly goblins shriek their last adieu - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Myriad corpse-lights glimmer on their way - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Until awoke to judgment - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

When vivid lightning rends the towering rock - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

When lurid flash vies with convulsive shock - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Weird traditions of the dead and lost - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Haunting grim boulders on the frowning coast - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Which serve to guard the ashes of the dead - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

The memory of their deeds long since effaced - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

In dark oblivion their renown expires - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

Nor need his relics any gilded shrine - W.I. [William Iago] "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]

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Envy the good bones in the garden - Carly Inghram "Assured Environments"

Raising a hand to the devil - Carly Inghram "The Detrimental Years of Becoming a Young Woman"

Stamina in anger and blood - Carly Inghram "The Detrimental Years of Becoming a Young Woman"

Settled in each pocket square - Carly Inghram "Disappearing into a Fiction"

Looking for something to worship - Carly Inghram "Disappearing into a Fiction"

Sit in humid acknowledgment of rage - Carly Inghram "Disappearing into a Fiction"

More vibrant than nostalgia - Carly Inghram "Disappearing into a Fiction"

Stepping on wings of diamonds - Carly Inghram "Disappearing into a Fiction"

Wearing a steadfast floral crown - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

Flowers I smelled in October - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

Written on a river's path - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

The curve of wanting - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

Laughing at the bulk of the need - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

Begins sobbing tears of rain - Carly Inghram "For a Moment, Everything Is Small and Familiar"

The catapult from bad to everlasting - Carly Inghram "Last Night I Saw a Boat Just as it Was Exiting My Purview"

The simple gesture of a holy war - Carly Inghram "Nature Adapted to Live on the Rock"

Every curve of forgetting - Carly Inghram "Of No Specific Light"

Wear our shame like an ocean - Carly Inghram "Of No Specific Light"

Straddling the edges of memories - Carly Inghram "Painting the Hermit Crabs"

I keep borrowing your hands - Carly Inghram "Praise Poem"

Reaching out towards the opal stool - Carly Inghram "Praise Poem"

The walls painted with myths - Carly Inghram "That Which Carries Breath or the Living Wind"

Diamonds around the webs of spiders - Carly Inghram "This Woman's Work"

Rein in your most incomplete fire - Carly Inghram "This Woman's Work"

The rhythm in the unwritten voices - Carly Inghram "This Woman's Work"

Breaking into little universes - Carly Inghram "This Woman's Work"

About stones and wolves - Carly Inghram "What Sort of Animal Are You?"

Borrowing each belief - Carly Inghram "What Sort of Animal Are You?"

Dripping plain jewels at sunset - Carly Inghram "White Tigers"

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Fair and far off landscapes beyond that molten tide - O.S.B. Father Ignatius [Joseph Leycester Lyne] "The Holy Isle: A Legend of Bardsey Abbey"

The present, past, and future, all one they are - O.S.B. Father Ignatius [Joseph Leycester Lyne] "The Holy Isle: A Legend of Bardsey Abbey"

Their Vesper praise-wreaths bringing - O.S.B. Father Ignatius [Joseph Leycester Lyne] "The Holy Isle: A Legend of Bardsey Abbey"

The lighthouse of many a shipwrecked soul - O.S.B. Father Ignatius [Joseph Leycester Lyne] "The Holy Isle: A Legend of Bardsey Abbey"

Held them in error's iron chain - O.S.B. Father Ignatius [Joseph Leycester Lyne] "The Holy Isle: A Legend of Bardsey Abbey"

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Who rattles off a rag-time con - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

And kicked up rough the same as I - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

And sends a batch of sonnets to the store - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Just why their crop of thinks is running small - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Saw my lightning finish from the start - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

That my hand-me-down is out of style - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

We take a tumble and the cog-wheels stop - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

No more I see the husk in dreams I saw - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

When I am playing more than solitaire - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

When it's a case of razors in the air - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

And competition knocks me off creation - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

A gin-fountain smashed by Carrie Nation - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

You'd think he'd leased the sidewalk - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

You're not the only lion after Daniel - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

You're not the only oyster in the stew - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Last night I tumbled off the water cart - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

That beat Vesuvius out for sizz and spunk - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Who with his landlord stands deuce high - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Sidestepping when a creditor goes by - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

You played me double and you knew it - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Nor cared a wad of gum how I would feel - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Cheap balloon juice of a Blarney brew - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Shanghaied without a steady place to eat - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

For you are playing favorites again - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Smooth as eels and slick as soap - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

And scored a flock of zeroes on my tally-board - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Offer trips to heaven at tourist's rates - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Trying to transfer at the Pearly Gates - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

This jolt that smashed the charm - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

To ring a bull's-eye when he shoots at me - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

My soul is quite a worn and frazzled rag - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

And leave a blaze of fireworks in your wake - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Pining in vain some hothouse plant to meet - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Where flows the whiskey sour or the russet bock - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Into the old bone orchard I am blowing - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Pass checks through cigarette asphyxiation - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

The sum and substance of my hard-luck story - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"

Since Love and I collided at the curve - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Can't four-flush when he's paying rent for two - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

And some one flipped a handspring in my heart - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

I have been sky-prancing all night long - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Get one license to unloose my soul and shout - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Which keeps hobos poor and corporations rich - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Scared three babies into fits - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

With such an iceberg on the track - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Full of thought and microbes wend their way - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

When it came to rolling nickels by - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

A lamp-post race could beat me round the block - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

Bluff a flock of dragons with a safety pin - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

And stony hearts can't stand up long - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

The Porous Plaster wins because it sticks - Wallace Irwin "The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor"

That sours the Milk of Life and blasts the nascent Flowers - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

The craving Phoenix rises from its Fires - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Last year's Pledge with this New Year expires - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Dispels the cackling Hag of Night at need - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

While the tired Dog-Watch hailed the sea-merged Star - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Making Lament with many an Ivory Yawn - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Day has broken Night's unwholesome Dish - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

In just Proportion to the Sum you Earn - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

The Fair of Vanity has many a Booth - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Nothing will chide you in your Looking-Glass - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Who will invent a Mirror that will lie? - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

What shallow Guerdon of terrestrial Strife - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

You know not what's Inside them till they're Broke - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Better than Years with Ibsen spent - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Lettered the Riddle in the Lambent Suns - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Upon the Book of Time the Autocrat has writ - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

A Halo-crown of vapoured Vortex Rings - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

While Israfel loud chanted from the Void - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

And from its Bowl narcotic Joys beguile - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Within the Kitchen of the House of Dreams - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Where all my Pasts within the Future wait - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Let me stay and taste undying Youth - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

And sell their Reputations passing cheap - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Whose spiral-twisted Coils Discretion spell - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Engagements where I won my Brazen Spurs - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

A Solon ponders till his Years are great - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Starves while growing Roses in a Cabbage Lot - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

The astral Turrets where the Patient wake - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Whose Scent exhaled the Asphodel - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Some undiminished Anodyne to burn - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Will never ask my Memory to awake - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

May not my hallowed Ashes be preserved - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

The Keeper of the Sky has hasped his Doors - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

Prone he lies in Warp of dreamless Sleep - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

And find my Muse asleep within an empty Box - Wallace Irwin "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr."

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Record of the votive throng - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

That fondly seek this fairy shrine - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

And pay the tribute of a song - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

Plow the wave, and sow the sand - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

Throw seed to every wind - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

Strange tenant of a thousand homes - Washington Irving "Written in the Deepdene Album"

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With all thy train of witnesses - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The stars' deep eloquence - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Through the stars eternity may speak - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

In her pensive breeze such sympathy - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Suns that suffer no eclipse - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

When time's tempests rage - Islwyn "Night" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Through the maze of all their songs - Islwyn "The Poets of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Drop sweetness like the ripening peach - Islwyn "The Poets of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Which midnight studies teach - Islwyn "The Poets of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

A tide of mysteries breaking - Islwyn "Thought" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Touch some jutting peak of memory - Islwyn "Thought" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Rush of storms restrain - Islwyn "The Variety of Wales" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

To open the door of eternity - Islwyn "The Vision and the Faculty Divine" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

Time's fountain and head - Islwyn "The Vision and the Faculty Divine" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

The sea of eternity brought into sight - Islwyn "The Vision and the Faculty Divine" transl. by Edmund O. Jones

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Each fond endearment to sever - John Imlah "Farewell to Scotland"

Its sweet sunshine withholds - John Imlah "Farewell to Scotland"

The dearest regard and the deepest regret - John Imlah "Farewell to Scotland"

To waken and weep at the dawn - John Imlah "Farewell to Scotland"

Speak my spirit's emotion - John Imlah "Farewell to Scotland"

Bared ten thousand swords - John Imlah "Katherine and Donald"

The sharpest in the slaughter - John Imlah "Katherine and Donald"

Fair muse of the minstrel - John Imlah "Kathleen"

With soft melting murmurs - John Imlah "Kathleen"

A saint's faith may vary - John Imlah "Mary"

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Their knell on the wing of each arrow - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "Bruce's Address"

Cold-blooded, faint-hearted changeling - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "Bruce's Address"

The rich dews of fortune - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "Removed from Vain Fashion"

One fostering sunbeam matured the rich gem - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "Removed from Vain Fashion"

Wreath her chain round us - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "When Shall We Meet Again?"

Fate's unrelenting hand - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "When Shall We Meet Again?"

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The dreary winter's over - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Cares which hovered round my brow - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Girds itself with myrtle hedges - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

The walnut-branches hold me - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Forget the want and trouble - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Buried deep within my heart - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Cherub with protecting wings - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

My glory out of darkness springs - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Crocus and spikenard blossom - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Full-throated ecstasy of mirth - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Chanting the music of a spirit strong - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Within my narrow garden's greenery - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Who bore with patient heart the yoke - Moses ibn Ezra "Nachum: Spring Songs" transl. by Emma Lazarus

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And the heavens beam serene with peace - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Blessed beauty from mischance - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

The Storm his cloudy mantle spreads - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

As if the tempest thirsted for the rain - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Her tomb is yonder cloud - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

And weeping shades come after - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

His keen-tipped lance of lightning - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

Dazed by the flaming splendor of his wings - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

In rapid flight as in a whirling dance - Solomon ibn Gabirol "Night-Piece" transl. by Emma Lazarus

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perfect for lipstick to paint on my lips - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

the metallic to seal my mouth - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

my costumes made of blood - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

Ceremonial hostess of suppressed rage - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

Send me out to your enemies - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

Expanding till I am light - Grace Iwashita-Taylor "Default Taupou"

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My orphan grandparents and theirs - Irene Inatty "Ours"

Bleeds through the fragility of linear time - Irene Inatty "Ours"

The afterimage of ancestral pain - Irene Inatty "Ours"

How we might survive all our apocalypses - Irene Inatty "Ours"

Pain is not the only lesson - Irene Inatty "Ours"

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