somethingdarker | Apr. 1st, 2011

Apr. 1st, 2011

Lived with no other thought - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

The winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

Not half so happy in heaven - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

Went envying her and me - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

The wind came out of the cloud by night - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

Neither the angels in heaven above nor the demons down under the sea - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams - Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee"

Our valleys by good angels tenanted - Edgar Allan Poe "The Haunted Palace"

In the monarch Thought's dominion - Edgar Allan Poe "The Haunted Palace"

Along the ramparts plumed and pallid - Edgar Allan Poe "The Haunted Palace"

All with pearl and ruby glowing - Edgar Allan Poe "The Haunted Palace"

Assailed the monarch's high estate - Edgar Allan Poe "The Haunted Palace"

Attend the spell of his voice - Edgar A. Poe "Israfel"

Where deep thoughts are a duty - Edgar A. Poe "Israfel"

A world of sweets and sours - Edgar A. Poe "Israfel"

Wrought its ghost upon the floor - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Nameless here for evermore - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

The silken sad uncertain rustling - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Not the least obeisance made he - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Not a minute stopped or stayed he - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

As my Hopes have flown before - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Whom unmerciful Disaster followed fast and followed faster - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

Beguiling all my sad soul into smiling - Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

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Twined with every thorn - Joseph Mary Plunkett "I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

And in the stars the glory - Joseph Plunkett "I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

I see His blood upon the rose - Joseph Plunkett "I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

The thunder and the singing of the birds - Joseph Plunkett "I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

All pathways by His feet are worn - Joseph Plunkett "I See His Blood Upon the Rose"

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Our private fountain of youth - Andre F. Peltier "After Soccer Practice"

Our whispers were careful and exact - Andre F. Peltier "All Good Things"

Our deluge of tears was constant and true - Andre F. Peltier "All Good Things"

Our hearts were left in Los Angeles - Andre F. Peltier "All Good Things"

Lashing out in anger and sorrow - Andre F. Peltier "All Good Things"

Blown down in the streets of Jericho - Andre F. Peltier "At the Grave of Little Sadie"

Wild cat with a hand cannon - Andre F. Peltier "At the Grave of Little Sadie"

Tip your hat and bow your head in memory - Andre F. Peltier "At the Grave of Little Sadie"

Companion molecules to bubble and sink and swirl - Andre F. Peltier "Cedar Swamp"

No one took a cat nap in the shadows - Andre F. Peltier "Christ at the Comedy Store"

Skipping stones into that sweet vanishing point - Andre F. Peltier "Dissolving Daylight Sundae"

The rainbow sails of rainbow ships - Andre F. Peltier "The Ebullient Signpost"

But we never averted our eyes - Andre F. Peltier "The Ebullient Signpost"

Ninety-three years of horse-drawn dreams - Andre F. Peltier "The Ebullient Signpost"

Morphed into something shiny and new - Andre F. Peltier "Gazing Waterward"

And rang their haunted song, lonely and lost - Andre F. Peltier "Ghosts of Ypsilanti"

Drove through the sunset and fireworks - Andre F. Peltier "Graceland"

Crossing the river and crossing the line - Andre F. Peltier "Graceland"

Buried among the reeds and the crocodiles - Andre F. Peltier "Graceland"

Our only shield from the screaming snow - Andre F. Peltier "Hockey Night in Emmett County"

Under the frigid twinkling of Gemini and Auriga - Andre F. Peltier "Hockey Night in Emmett County"

Legions of men with charcoal umbrellas - Andre F. Peltier "I Definitely Dream in Color"

After cigarettes and martinis and masks have vanished - Andre F. Peltier "I Definitely Dream in Color"

Every atom belonging to me as good - Andre F. Peltier "Ishirou Honda to the Edge of Panic"

That won't be improved by adding Godzilla - Andre F. Peltier "Ishirou Honda to the Edge of Panic"

Nostalgia and fear of the bomb live in our souls - Andre F. Peltier "Ishirou Honda to the Edge of Panic"

Echoes off a canister of granulated sugar - Andre F. Peltier "Let the Rigatoni Be My Reeds"

Watches the progress of the tomatoes and herbs - Andre F. Peltier "Let the Rigatoni Be My Reeds"

Still searching for that perfect al dente tone - Andre F. Peltier "Let the Rigatoni Be My Reeds"

Created the blueprint for our futures - Andre F. Peltier "A Long Walk"

Nevermore to rust unblemished - Andre F. Peltier "A Long Walk"

Rose again to seek a newer world - Andre F. Peltier "A Long Walk"

Manifestations of anger - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

Empty eyes in vacant sockets - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

Rained wrath upon the streets - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

Through the land of Toulouse-Lautrec - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

The land of a thousand dances - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

The electro-static hum of the big bang - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

The jezebels are coming for us - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

Rebrand & rewrite their Dadaist daydreams - Andre F. Peltier "The Love Theme from Switchblade Sisters"

Through the empty chaos and pain - Andre F. Peltier "Martha Wayne's Pearl Necklace"

Impregnated with empty symbolism - Andre F. Peltier "Martha Wayne's Pearl Necklace"

What were we to make of his misfortune - Andre F. Peltier "Miyagi's Wisdom and the Lunch-Table Debates"

Our glory-days in the rear-view mirror - Andre F. Peltier "Miyagi's Wisdom and the Lunch-Table Debates"

Present yourself as you are - Andre F. Peltier "The Modern Proboscis"

The perfect emblem of the age - Andre F. Peltier "The Modern Proboscis"

And saw our collective tomorrows - Andre F. Peltier "Northern Lights"

Writ upon that crazy neon north - Andre F. Peltier "Northern Lights"

As we carried our hopes for the future - Andre F. Peltier "Our Garage, Our Dagobah"

As the light gave way to another endless night - Andre F. Peltier "Petoskey Sun Set, 4 July 2010"

His hands duplicated the work of eons - Andre F. Peltier "6: Carbon; C1" [superscript 1]

A crowd around my hiding place - Andre F. Peltier "Six Feet Under"

Under electrified fence and barbed wire - Andre F. Peltier "Snow Angels"

As the next February storm erased them - Andre F. Peltier "Snow Angels"

On the northern slopes of forgotten days - Andre F. Peltier "Snow Angels"

Awakened by the rumble of the ice - Andre F. Peltier "Those Hexagonal Corals"

Consumed creation with autumnal nectar - Andre F. Peltier "When War Broke Out"

Perched with robins and jays atop the greenery - Andre F. Peltier "When War Broke Out"

With their rifles and their improvisation - Andre F. Peltier "Yub Nub, Motherfuckers"

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Though Time all else should steal - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Sunlight in sweet April hours - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Like the breath of morning to half-withered flowers - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

May never dare to ask return - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Can madness from such fountains flow? - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Thrill bright witchcraft through my longing mind - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

The world's grim shadow glooms between - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Should sorrow spring from duty, too? - J. Ives Pease "My Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

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Found my pilgrimage still incomplete - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Little knowledge by much toil of feet - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

In Arno's vale you made yourself a nest - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Try the skill of my neglected hand - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Claims the witness of a song - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Who can sing amid this roar of streets - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Crash of engines and discordant mills - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

One realm enfolding half the globe - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Beyond the landmarks of the present hour - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

With the growth of awful ages crowned - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Perplex the mind till tired reflection turns - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Where any fragments of their trophies are - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Brought crimson October's beautiful decay - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Beyond the marvels of the fleeting day - T.W.P. "Letter Fourth to Walter Savage Landor, Florence. by the Hands of Samuel Rogers, Esq., London" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

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Though long years drown Earth's sounds - M.P. "The Mountain" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.15 v.I, April 12 1884]

On mountain crest reposed the Ark - M.P. "The Mountain" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.15 v.I, April 12 1884]

Sheltered from rough winds - M.P. "The Vales" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.15 v.I, April 12 1884]

From childish eyes hide elder woe - M.P. "The Vales" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.15 v.I, April 12 1884]

Untried pilgrims of life's stormy sea - M.P. "The Vales" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.15 v.I, April 12 1884]

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When David's winning son rebelled - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

For the erring Absalom his father wept aloud - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Such tears of anguish now she sheds - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

If thus she weep above the guilty dead - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Has fled and gone away - T.P. [Harriet F. Payn Per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "My Sweetheart" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.715, 8 Sept. 1877]

Now the lessons all are done - T.S.P. [Theodore S. Polehampton Per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "To a Little Child," [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.745, 6 April 1878]

Through the changing, coming years - T.S.P. [Theodore S. Polehampton Per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "To a Little Child," [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.745, 6 April 1878]

When the work of life is done - T.S.P. [Theodore S. Polehampton Per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "To a Little Child," [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.745, 6 April 1878]

Beneath the hazels spreading wide - Isobel Pagan "Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes"

In a violet twilight of virtues and sins - Barry Pain "Martin Luther at Potsdam"

The cobras are partial to grass - Barry Pain "Martin Luther at Potsdam"

Light with folded hands - Marigloria Palma "Twilight" (translated by Carina del Valle Schorske)

In the sky's mouth - Marigloria Palma "Twilight" (translated by Carina del Valle Schorske)

The dense eyes of blank harmony - Marigloria Palma "Twilight" (translated by Carina del Valle Schorske)

Basked in the radiance of sun and moon - Pan Chieh-Yu "Poem in Rhyme-Prose Form" transl. by Burton Watson

The persistence of something not planted - Stephanos Papadopoulos "The Station"

The reminders in mute things - Stephanos Papadopoulos "The Station"

The squirrels in quiet industry - Stephanos Papadopoulos "The Station"

Feed from this sadness and grow tall again - Stephanos Papadopoulos "The Station"

A shark is swimming in my house - Abdurehim Parach "On the Boat" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Now only lives in my dreams - Abdurehim Parach "On the Boat" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Battle for the pastured sky - Sebastian H. Paramo "The Tejano Considers Seeds"

Chased the sun down cobblestone mazes - Mayra Paris "New York, 2009"

Brick parapets burning cold orange - Mayra Paris "New York, 2009"

Gold and silver freckles burning five-pointed holes into the bone - Mayra Paris "New York, 2009"

Until my heart goes out - Hannah Sanghee Park "The One Mockingbird Only Sings at Night"

Try someone else's song - Hannah Sanghee Park "The One Mockingbird Only Sings at Night"

Courting through alarms - Hannah Sanghee Park "The One Mockingbird Only Sings at Night"

Folds down the banners of the sun - Gilbert Parker "It Is Enough"

Who set rich wine upon the lees - Gilbert Parker "Their Waving Hands"

the chains are different now - Pat Parker "Questions"

The hours were all messengers - Amy Parkinson "The Messenger Hours"

No hour of all the band - Amy Parkinson "The Messenger Hours"

With garments more gold than gray - Amy Parkinson "The Messenger Hours"

Thy exiled sons returning - Fanny Parnell "After Death"

That each recurring midnight brings - Thomas W. Parsons "Stanzas"

Had heard their shadowy step before - Thomas W. Parsons "Stanzas"

While the knife is the brother of man - Vesna Parun "Mother of Man" transl. by Mary Coote

The provenance of names - Elise Paschen "Aerial, Wild Pine"

Fire and devils blazed at night - Elise Paschen "Division Street"

The only sun shining today - Julie Paschkis "Crow/El Cuervo"

Under the hot honey sun - Julie Paschkis "Rainbow"

Fell in marble precipice of white - R.M.S. Pasley "The Diver"

Discover in the distant echoes - Boris Pasternak "Hamlet" (translated by Lydia Pasternak Slater)

leaves elevated to eat blue light - Shailja Patel "Solstice Re-pot"

know the terror of unhoming - Shailja Patel "Solstice Re-pot"

The homeless night-wind in darkness - Sir Noel Paton "In Shadowland"

Ghosts of buried centuries - Sir Noel Paton "In Shadowland"

Lizards nodded away the world's secrets - Nome Emeka Patrick "Naked"

Our bodies small gifts of innocence - Nome Emeka Patrick "Naked"

Thousands of them mocked us with their hymns - Nome Emeka Patrick "Naked"

Tickled the hurt you kept company - G.E. Patterson "The Keeping Room"

Go on without really moving - G.E. Patterson "The Keeping Room"

The uprooting terror of our undoing - G.E. Patterson "The Keeping Room"

For whatever we might want time to do - G.E. Patterson "The Keeping Room"

Whose memory rules my fluttering heart - Samuel D. Patterson "The Prayer of the Dying Girl" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

And morning's dawn awakened naught - Samuel D. Patterson "The Prayer of the Dying Girl" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Let me calmly wait the summons - Samuel D. Patterson "The Prayer of the Dying Girl" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Hiding the listless sun - Ann Whitford Paul "My Dog and I"

Painting the leaden sky - Ann Whitford Paul "My Dog and I"

The hard edge of historical light - Ed Pavlic "from "all along it was a fever: a what poem""

Truer than it is real - Ed Pavlic "from "all along it was a fever: a what poem""

Shut up a burnt-out heart - Karolina Pavlova "To Madame A. V. Pletneff" transl. by Paul Schmidt

The glad sun in his mail of gold - John Payne "Chant Royal of the God of Love"

The sullen might of the dead year - John Payne "Chant Royal of the God of Love"

The symphonies of heaven sing - John Payne "Chant Royal of the God of Love"

The ocean keeping whate'er it gains - Florence Peacock "Lost at Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.137-v.III, 14 Aug. 1886]

Only the memory of times past - Florence Peacock "Lost at Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.137-v.III, 14 Aug. 1886]

All the brightness earth had once for me - Florence Peacock "Lost at Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.137-v.III, 14 Aug. 1886]

The bitterness of sorrow taken from out my heart - Florence Peacock "Lost at Sea" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.137-v.III, 14 Aug. 1886]

Gotham's three wise men we be - Thomas Love Peacock "The Men of Gotham"

To rake the moon from out the sea - Thomas Love Peacock "The Men of Gotham"

And our ballast is old wine - Thomas Love Peacock "The Men of Gotham"

That hath loved his folly - Padraic H. Pearse "The Fool"

Never a prudent thing - Padraic H. Pearse "The Fool"

In attempting impossible things - Padraic H. Pearse "The Fool"

Among the bulks of actual things - Padraic H. Pearse "The Fool"

Joy hid from mortal quest - Mary C. Peckham "The Wood-Thrush at Sunset"

With joy among the leaves - Mary C. Peckham "The Wood-Thrush at Sunset"

To voice the pain of bliss - Mary C. Peckham "The Wood-Thrush at Sunset"

Concludes with Cupid's curse - George Peele "Cupid's Curse"

Pearls of thought to string for thee - Percie "Lines [Ask me not with simple grace]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.436, 8 May 1852]

With Fancy gale wake the music of a sigh - Percie "Lines [Ask me not with simple grace]" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.436, 8 May 1852]

When the tide of silence rises - Craig Santos Perez "ars pasifika"

Bound by a fast symmetry - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"

Your playful and somber accompaniments - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"

We long slumbering yet evanescent - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"

A purer correspondence with the radiance of leaves - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"

Made from secret herbs - Lucia Perillo "Christmas at Forty"

By matching its scent - Andrea Perry "The Sure-Footed Shoe Finder"

The stars fall out of bed - Andrew Fusek Peters "Tide and Seek"

Encounter only Death, the Passer-by - William Theodore Peters "Death and Love"

Who find a rainbow in their cup of tears - William Theodore Peters "Death and Love"

Pale moonlight silvers the sobbing sea - William Theodore Peters "Death and Love"

Seeing the ash of my life I burned - Chandler Peters-Durose "Rest Stop"

The usefulness of shells - Trace Peterson "With a Petroleum Coating"

Peel an alien tangerine - Trace Peterson "With a Petroleum Coating"

In gazing burn and start - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps "The First Christmas Apart"

Winter looking at May - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps "Released"

Opens heaven's lattice wide - Charles Phillips "Music"

Gives unto my famished soul - Charles Phillips "Music"

The way that the sea fails to drown itself - Emilia Phillips "I Tried to Write a Poem Called "Imposter Syndrome" and Failed"

Bad brakes and a need to stop - Emilia Phillips "I Tried to Write a Poem Called "Imposter Syndrome" and Failed"

To the dull, angry world - Katherine Phillips "Friendships Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia"

Doubled by the loss - Katherine Phillips "Friendships Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia"

Divided joys - Katherine Phillips "Friendships Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia"

They have but pieces of the earth - Katherine Phillips "To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship"

Who made a broken man from parts of broken men - Meghan Phillips "The Bride of Frankenstein Considers Her Options"

Touches her where her heart should be - Meghan Phillips "The Bride of Frankenstein Considers Her Options"

Above the thickness of water - Rowan Ricardo Phillips "Who Is Less Than a Vapor?"

Put into the hands of nature - Rowan Ricardo Phillips "Who Is Less Than a Vapor?"

In this destruction contract - Rowan Ricardo Phillips "Who Is Less Than a Vapor?"

No virtue in power - Rowan Ricardo Phillips "Who Is Less Than a Vapor?"

A spiritual escape velocity - Tommy Pico "Junk"

Waiting, winged with fire - Frederick Erastus Pierce "God and the Farmer"

Hand of wind and flame - Frederick Erastus Pierce "God and the Farmer"

The stars outlasting labor - Frederick Erastus Pierce "God and the Farmer"

That weighs in her balance the spheres - John Pierpont "E Pluribus Unum" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

One daughter of light be indulged in her flight - John Pierpont "E Pluribus Unum" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

The demon of discord our melody mar - John Pierpont "E Pluribus Unum" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Leaden rain and iron hail - John Pierpont "Warren's Address"

Every bush and slender sapling - Lydia Jane Pierson "A Winter Scene"

Each twig a chain of gold - Lydia Jane Pierson "A Winter Scene"

The cold sceptre of despair - L.J. Pierson "Woman's Dower"

One sleeping self inside a woken self - Sasha Pimentel "Lament of Submerged Persons"

Into this all-consuming lack - Sasha Pimentel "Lament of Submerged Persons"

Could part the earth with our voices - Sasha Pimentel "Lament of Submerged Persons"

From the banquet of the skies - Ippolito Pindemonte "On the Hebe of Canova" translated by Felicia Hemans

With Grecian magic vying - Ippolito Pindemonte "On the Hebe of Canova" translated by Felicia Hemans

A line of undulating grace - Ippolito Pindemonte "On the Hebe of Canova" translated by Felicia Hemans

Sprouting from your black waters - Janel Pineda "Mujer Malvada"

Arms rooting to earth - Janel Pineda "Mujer Malvada"

Birthed from your memory - Janel Pineda "Mujer Malvada"

Marked by your myth - Janel Pineda "Mujer Malvada"

Take away your veil of stars - Ping Hsin "Multitudinous Stars" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung

Inlaid on the skies of the heart - Ping Hsin "Multitudinous Stars" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung

Tiny blossoms on the battlefield - Ping Hsin "Spring Waters" transl. by Kai Yu Hsu

The rustling of the sere leaves as they fall - Susan Pinkerton "Autumn Leaves" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.306, 10 Nov. 1849]

A lesson worth the heed of all - Susan Pinkerton "Autumn Leaves" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.306, 10 Nov. 1849]

Chilled by nipping blasts of autumn - Susan Pinkerton "Autumn Leaves" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.306, 10 Nov. 1849]

Can from Time's stern clutches save - Susan Pinkerton "Autumn Leaves" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.306, 10 Nov. 1849]

Upon the lonely waters of the world - V. De S. Pinto "Swans"

Tactile hallucinations brought on by oxygen deficiency - Samantha Pious "Redbud"

Amid the bright reflections of the day - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"

Naught save the dark whip-poor-will is heard - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"

Which those stars address to melancholy - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"

Which life again shall animate and warm - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"

Encircled thus by those you love - J. Pitman (who died in 1825) "Lines to a Young Lady on Her Birthday" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.743, 23 March 1878]

Nor cast a single shade upon the past - J. Pitman (who died in 1825) "Lines to a Young Lady on Her Birthday" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.743, 23 March 1878]

With sweets that never know decay - J. Pitman (who died in 1825) "Lines to a Young Lady on Her Birthday" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.743, 23 March 1878]

Silver dust of a hard freeze - Emily Pittinos "A Cloud of Drench Bearing Down"

The great equity of darkness - Emily Pittinos "A Cloud of Drench Bearing Down"

A tongue of gold parsing the dust motes - Rachel Pittman "The Quickening"

Parsing the dust motes into glyphs - Rachel Pittman "The Quickening"

Watched them fall like dull pennies - Rachel Pittman "The Quickening"

All bones but yours will rattle - Planche "The Sea-Serpent"

Black bat airs wrap me - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

Old caves of calcium icicles - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

I have hung our cave with roses - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

The stars plummet to their dark address - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

Raiment spun from upper air - Plesheef "Spring" transl. by John Pollen

Babbling brooks and birds in chorus - Plesheef "Spring" transl. by John Pollen

So many escape memory - John Pluecker "So Many"

Melancholy like an old brown sweater - Katha Pollitt "Happiness Writes White"

Still hearing the voice of the sea - Katha Pollitt "Happiness Writes White"

When the Armageddon sunrise breaks - Frank L. Pollock "Ad Bellonam"

Under the ward of the Polar Star - Frank L. Pollock "The Trail of Gold"

Crashing blows on the icy bar - Frank L. Pollock "The Trail of Gold"

The hounds that hunt on the Scent of Gold - Frank L. Pollock "The Trail of Gold"

Drop fire from the sky - Iain Haley Pollock "the smoke of the country went up"

All he sees is wrong - Iain Haley Pollock "the smoke of the country went up"

Give him whatever he takes - Iain Haley Pollock "the smoke of the country went up"

The panther far back in his woods - Robert Pollok "The African Maid"

The crocodile full of the flesh of his prey - Robert Pollok "The African Maid"

Plague poison their breath - Robert Pollok "The African Maid"

Covered by St. Michael's shield - Polonski "On Skobelef" transl. by John Pollen

The very breath of my existence - C.G. Poore "The Dying Thespian"

A veil she planned to drop - C.G. Poore "A Maiden Lady"

Wandering the craft store aisles - Andrea Potos "Crocheting in December"

The softest acrylic sunny day - Andrea Potos "Crocheting in December"

Dusted with air of high June - Andrea Potos "Crocheting in December"

For the warmth of winter gold - Andrea Potos "Crocheting in December"

Until the vows were held by heart - Elizabeth Powell "Pledge"

By memory, by rote, by benign betrothal - Elizabeth Powell "Pledge"

Promoting the better side of constant dark - Ken Poyner "Ineffective"

Serving cups of broken light - Ken Poyner "Ineffective"

From the sands of your closed lips - Marie-Francoise Prager

The sign who names you - Marie-Francoise Prager

Habitat of beer and jumping dice - K.M. Praschak "Departure: New Selene Station 21:56"

Loveliest of what I leave - Praxilla "Adonis, Dying" (transl. by John Dillon)

A scorpion under every stone - Praxilla "Adonis, Dying" (transl. by John Dillon)

Only the chickadee chirrups his song alone - Mary N. Prescott "Where?" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

The pretty things that blossomed miles on miles - Mary N. Prescott "Where?" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

And a penny for each eye - Nancy Price "Trick or Treat"

Have studied your face for ten thousand days - Alison Prine "Long Love"

Long shadows across the untouched snow - Alison Prine "Long Love"

We promised not to promise - Alison Prine "Long Love"

Wreathed in smoke and iron - Michael Prior "Wakeful Things"

In dream's many furnaces - Amrita Pritam "Daily Wages" transl. by Charles Brasch with Amrita Pritam

And leave no grain for tomorrow - Amrita Pritam "Daily Wages" transl. by Charles Brasch with Amrita Pritam

My golden-belted bees - May Probyn "The Bees of Myddleton Manor"

In hope to cheat his foes - May Probyn "The Bees of Myddleton Manor"

Balls of amber and of ivory tossed - May Probyn "Is it Nothing to You?"

No room in this glad June - May Probyn "Is it Nothing to You?"

Whistles aloft his tempest tune - Bryan Waller Proctor aka Barry Cornwall "A Song of the Sea"

The dolphins bared their backs of gold - Bryan Waller Proctor aka Barry Cornwall "A Song of the Sea"

Thick with fog - Kevin Prufer "Rain"

Sliding down the rain-filled darkness - Kevin Prufer "Rain"

As a thought passes - Kevin Prufer "Rain"

Through the murmur of the light - Punch "Ballad of Bedlam"

To some rich desert fly - Punch "Ballad of Bedlam"

Working to forget it - Ben Purkert "The Past Suffers Too"

Without forcing them to touch - Ben Purkert "The Past Suffers Too"

The past suffers from anxiety too - Ben Purkert "The Past Suffers Too"

Who believes in going back - Ben Purkert "The Past Suffers Too"

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It's gray that grabs you - Ron Padgett "The Hook"

And veers around a metaphor - Ron Padgett "It's Quite Something"

Leaped as if over nothingness - Ron Padgett "Life without You"

An idea one almost has - Ron Padgett "Life without You"

A writhing mass of strings and bubbles - Ron Padgett "Life without You"

Inside out with joy - Ron Padgett "A New Leaf"

A full blast of sunlight - Ron Padgett "A Rowboat of Happiness"

Through a hole in his hat - Ron Padgett "Shanghai Cutout"

Lacking the quickness of youth - Ron Padgett "Sideways Guy"

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Steal sadness of not wanting - Grace Paley "Anti-Love Poem"

A sweetness of concentration - Grace Paley "Anti-Love Poem"

Even at pain's deafening intrusion - Grace Paley "Even"

The dense improbable life - Grace Paley "Fidelity"

The acceleration of days - Grace Paley "Fidelity"

Pearls of acid advice - Grace Paley "I Invited"

The early abysmal drafts - Grace Paley "The Irish Poet"

The sun insists - Grace Paley "It Doesn't Matter If"

Pocketfuls of ancient seed - Grace Paley "It Doesn't Matter If"

The heart's beat asserts control - Grace Paley "Night Morning"

Its old singing ancestry - Grace Paley "Night Morning"

Peers through the morning's window - Grace Paley "Night Morning"

Correct but inappropriate - Grace Paley "Sisters"

The wide imagined water - Grace Paley "Suddenly There's Poughkeepsie"

At war with gravity - Grace Paley "Suddenly There's Poughkeepsie"

Be quiet heart home - Grace Paley "Suddenly There's Poughkeepsie"

Freedom has overtaken me - Grace Paley [untitled]

Before I was nobody - Grace Paley [untitled]

Howling in murderous despair - Grace Paley [untitled]

The daylight route to darkness - Grace Paley [untitled]

Then the sunshine implores - Grace Paley [untitled]

That clasped both our hearts - Grace Paley [untitled]

Less affected by rainbows - Grace Paley [untitled]

Complaints against mortality - Grace Paley [untitled]

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Mask the gentle sky - Dorothy Parker "Absence"

Sorrow clings to my apron-strings - Dorothy Parker "Anecdote"

Light your tinsel moon - Dorothy Parker "August"

Headlong through your paper sky - Dorothy Parker "August"

Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents - Dorothy Parker "Ballade at Thirty-Five"

Wearing shower bouquets of rue - Dorothy Parker "Ballade at Thirty-Five"

Through God's acre of memory - Dorothy Parker "Ballade at Thirty-Five"

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core - Dorothy Parker "Ballade of a Great Weariness"

Scratch a lover, and find a foe - Dorothy Parker "Ballade of a Great Weariness"

The orioles sang in chorus - Dorothy Parker "Ballade of Big Plans"

A glittering jewel in virtue's crown - Dorothy Parker "Biographies"

Safe in hell - Dorothy Parker "Braggart"

And drink your rushing words with eager lips - Dorothy Parker "A Certain Lady"

The thousand little deaths my heart has died - Dorothy Parker "A Certain Lady"

To sing me sagas of your late delights - Dorothy Parker "A Certain Lady"

Black as pain - Dorothy Parker "Christmas, 1921"

Charming the air - Dorothy Parker "Christmas, 1921"

In their writhing petals - Dorothy Parker "Christmas, 1921"

Them without a name - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl's rhyme"

Folk of mud and flame - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl's rhyme"

Devil-gotten sinners - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl's rhyme"

Anger ran between us - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl's rhyme"

Living for a hating - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl's rhyme"

Dared not look on the new moon's cup - Dorothy Parker "Epitaph"

Dared not look on the sweet young rain - Dorothy Parker "Epitaph"

Spoke worn words to hallow my sleep - Dorothy Parker "Epitaph"

All her hours were yellow sands - Dorothy Parker "Epitaph for a Darling Lady"

Tumble in a rainbow clutter - Dorothy Parker "Epitaph for a Darling Lady"

And time could dim a vow - Dorothy Parker "The False Friends"

I never said they feed my heart - Dorothy Parker "Faut de Mieux"

Travel, trouble, music, art - Dorothy Parker "Faut de Mieux"

The devil touched my tongue - Dorothy Parker "Fighting Words"

Fling it to a whistling lad - Dorothy Parker "For an Unknown Lady"

Veil away your tender eyes - Dorothy Parker "For an Unknown Lady"

Where older waters swell - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

That flowered at Sappho's tread - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

Winds that sighed in Homer's strings - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

Golden with the dust of wings - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

Ancient scars of trench and tomb - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

Where the bones of poets bloom - Dorothy Parker "Hearthside"

Make you songs of hearts denied - Dorothy Parker "I Know I Have Been Happiest"

Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply - Dorothy Parker "I Shall Come Back"

If my heart be scarred and burned - Dorothy Parker "Incurable"

That ways of love are never new - Dorothy Parker "Incurable"

Their candle gives a single light - Dorothy Parker "Interview"

Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe - Dorothy Parker "Inventory"

Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt - Dorothy Parker "Inventory"

Every foe is faithful till I die - Dorothy Parker "The Leal"

Joy stayed with me a night - Dorothy Parker "Light of Love"

Ring sweet as a chime of gold - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"

Jubilant as a flag unfurled - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"

As the fragrance of acacia - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"

Runs by like a day in June - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"

Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams - Dorothy Parker "Lullaby"

So in midnight does happiness capture us - Dorothy Parker "Lullaby"

Alter all that they admired - Dorothy Parker "Men"

Science, art, and parlor games - Dorothy Parker "Neither Bloody Nor Bowed"

Cover with ashes our love's cold crater - Dorothy Parker "Nocturne"

My days are gray with yearning - Dorothy Parker "Now at Liberty"

Guess the number of seeds in a cucumber - Dorothy Parker "Parties: A Hymn of Hate"

Thread a needle against time - Dorothy Parker "Parties: A Hymn of Hate"

The scenes our dreams have painted - Dorothy Parker "The Passionate Freudian to His Love"

Walked with grief - Dorothy Parker "Paths"

Weathering the drip and drive of woe - Dorothy Parker "A Portrait"

Wrap my eyes with linen fair - Dorothy Parker "Portrait of the Artist"

Ghosts of all my lovely sins - Dorothy Parker "Rainy night"

Robes of sorrow - Dorothy Parker "Rainy night"

Sister to the rain - Dorothy Parker "Rainy night"

Remembered slowly - Dorothy Parker "Rainy night"

Dear temptations - Dorothy Parker "Rainy night"

Petulant at the windowpane - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

Fey and sudden and unholy - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

Every fragile thing shall rust - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

Roam with young Persephone - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

Plucking poppies for your slumber - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

Scan the renovated skies - Dorothy Parker "Recurrence"

Sweetly tint the paling lies - Dorothy Parker "Recurrence"

Shaped as other men - Dorothy Parker "Salome’s Dancing-Lesson"

Could ease a heart like a satin gown - Dorothy Parker "The Satin Dress"

Wantons go in bright brocades - Dorothy Parker "The Satin Dress"

Satin's for the free - Dorothy Parker "The Satin Dress"

Wool's to line a miser's chest - Dorothy Parker "The Satin Dress"

Velvet hides an empty breast - Dorothy Parker "The Satin Dress"

Shattered beauty hung - Dorothy Parker "Solace"

Thin as rain - Dorothy Parker "Somebody's song"

Lovers' oaths are thin as rain - Dorothy Parker "Somebody's Song"

Never done - Dorothy Parker "Somebody's song"

At whose beckoning history shook - Dorothy Parker "Song of One of the Girls"

To view the reeling years - Dorothy Parker "Song of Perfect Propriety"

And give my smiles for sighs - Dorothy Parker "Song of Perfect Propriety"

The knife of spring - Dorothy Parker "Story of Mrs. W----"

Safe from August night - Dorothy Parker "Story of Mrs. W--"

Cannot feel the knife of spring - Dorothy Parker "Story of Mrs. W--"

Before the curtsying hollyhocks - Dorothy Parker "Story of Mrs. W--"

Dread the dawn's recurrent light - Dorothy Parker "Symptom Recital"

Watched the book of day unfold - Dorothy Parker "Testament"

Lilacs blossom just as sweet - Dorothy Parker "Threnody"

Arms held out to darkness - Dorothy Parker "Threnody"

Bind my brow with willow - Dorothy Parker "Threnody"

If your dreams were thread to weave - Dorothy Parker "To a Much Too Unfortunate Lady"

Go and curse your star - Dorothy Parker "To a Much Too Unfortunate Lady"

Had dressed me in silk to meet him - Dorothy Parker "The Trifler"

Of all the thunderous ages - Dorothy Parker "Verse for a Certain Dog"

Moves in the mist of a mutual dream - Dorothy Parker "Verse Reporting Late Arrival at a Conclusion"

Broke my brittle heart in two - Dorothy Parker "A Very Short Song"

Inertia rides and riddles me - Dorothy Parker "The Veteran"

All my pretty hates are dead - Dorothy Parker "Wail"

To follow a thread of song - Dorothy Parker "A Well-Worn Story"

Looking on cruel lands - Dorothy Parker "A Well-Worn Story"

Sappho's restriction was only the sky - Dorothy Parker "Words of Comfort to be Scratched on a Mirror"

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The perilous sound of hail on a tin roof - Linda Pastan "Ah, Friend"

Signposts leading to other words - Linda Pastan "All Nights" [Yes, 'words' is right.]

A place of unimagined reds and golds - Linda Pastan "All Nights"

All these years from home - Linda Pastan "All Nights"

On the stairwell of bones - Linda Pastan "Anatomy"

The moon goes on relentless - Linda Pastan "Ash"

In cold complicity the stars comply - Linda Pastan "Ash"

To shoes filled with tears - Linda Pastan "At the Edge"

The amber color of comfort - Linda Pastan "At the Edge"

Let loose by the blackbirds - Linda Pastan "The Blackbirds"

Like individual notes gone mad - Linda Pastan "The Blackbirds"

Before a single leaf has changed - Linda Pastan "The Blackbirds"

The snow has forgotten how to stop - Linda Pastan "Blizzard"

A silk windsock of snow blowing - Linda Pastan "Blizzard"

Shaping itself to the wish of any object - Linda Pastan "Blizzard"

Splitting the hive of winter - Linda Pastan "Blizzard"

The whole alphabet of silence - Linda Pastan "Blizzard"

Toll for the losses still ahead - Linda Pastan "Bronze Bells of Autumn"

Worth only its own weight - Linda Pastan "The Burglary"

Our table set only with memories - Linda Pastan "The Burglary"

Early soldiers of the season - Linda Pastan "Cassandra"

As energy and matter bow and switch places - Linda Pastan "The Conservation of Matter"

The understudy to her own life - Linda Pastan "Dido and Aeneas: After Purcell"

Into the scrolled music of air - Linda Pastan "Dido and Aeneas: After Purcell"

The green jungle of our sleep - Linda Paston "Domestic Animals"

Made of flint and backbone - Linda Pastan "Elizabethan"

Sipped despite the possibility of poison - Linda Pastan "Elizabethan"

Ruler of roiling seas - Linda Pastan "Elizabethan"

Like planets to her sun - Linda Pastan "Elizabethan"

Like constellations cut loose - Linda Pastan "Fireflies"

Still hungry for the scent of laurel - Linda Pastan "Firing the Muse"

The same sentinel trees - Linda Pastan "Ghosts"

Like secret tidal pools doomed by salt - Linda Pastan "The Grandfathers"

A moment of lilac or dogwood - Linda Pastan "The Happiest Day"

Working upward across bone - Linda Pastan "I Am Learning to Abandon the World: for M"

Morning comes with small reprieves - Linda Pastan "I Am Learning to Abandon the World: for M"

Clothed in the rags of imagination - Linda Pastan "In an Unaddressed Envelope"

All the patience of the long invisible - Linda Pastan "In an Unaddressed Envelope"

Praise what is left - Linda Pastan "In the Forest"

Where my illusions grow - Linda Pastan "In the Walled Garden"

The fading half life of ambition - Linda Pastan "In the Walled Garden"

Under the shadow of their umbrellas - Linda Pastan "It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank"

In the skeleton of a kitchen - Linda Pastan "It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank"

Find the pure center of light - Linda Pastan "It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank"

Within the dark circle of his demons - Linda Pastan "It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank"

Ghosts of pictures never painted - Linda Pastan "Late in October"

Sing the song of its own execution - Linda Pastan "Late September Smile"

Reduced his past to cinders - Linda Pastan "Life and Death on Masterpiece"

Their shrouds of brilliant sun - Linda Pastan "Life and Death on Masterpiece"

And the choirs of flowers - Linda Pastan "Life and Death on Masterpiece"

Riding music out of sight - Linda Pastan "Listening to Bob Dylan, 2005"

In its own winding purgatory - Linda Pastan "Marking Time"

Blood brother to silence - Linda Pastan "The moon"

But darkness is contagious - Linda Pastan "The moon"

Into the gravity of my life - Linda Pastan "The New Dog"

The creaking door to freedom - Linda Pastan "Old Joke"

To fool us into sacrifice - Linda Pastan "On Seeing an Old Photograph"

Into stacks of inflammable gold - Linda Pastan "The Poets"

These brittle bones, this unwieldy heart - Linda Pastan "Purple"

Flowers with knife-sharp petals - Linda Pastan "Renunciation"

The bright arrows of beauty - Linda Pastan "Renunciation"

Deserter from the great autumn army - Linda Pastan "Repetitions: After Van Gogh: 1. Yellow"

To arrive at death quite safe - Linda Pastan "River Pig"

The vanity of the seasons - Linda Pastan "The Serpent to Eve"

The perfumed luxuries of summer - Linda Pastan "The Serpent to Eve"

The sun fixes each shadow - Linda Pastan "The Still Point"

Traces of the past showing through - Linda Pastan "Thanksgiving Ghost"

Whisper in the ears of Galileo - Linda Pastan "Time Travel"

For an eternity of traveling light - Linda Pastan "Traveling Light"

Honor the gods of the vertical - Linda Pastan "Vertical"

Dark forms yearning upward - Linda Pastan "Vertical"

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Your songs are the impossible ruins - Soham Patel "Mixed with always"

Keep awe bare - Soham Patel "Mixed with always"

So the edges of your honey jars rattle - Soham Patel "Mixed with always:"

Whoever does the tellling stops time - Soham Patel "Mixed with always:"

Honey jars rattle laughter against our teeth - Soham Patel "Mixed with always:"

Whoever does the telling - Soham Patel "Mixed with always"

Time like a crescendo - Soham Patel "Mixed with always"

Laughter against our teeth - Soham Patel "Mixed with always"

Holding no reluctance today - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

The song I've been singing alone in this field - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

Some grim comfort has come my way - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

Yearning to ring around a ventriloquist's echo - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

I've become too busy for such nonsense - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

Into the places where I retreat myself - Soham Patel "Ultra Orator Spell"

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At least one dream away - Angela Peñaredondo "Central Visayan Mountain Range, Philippines 1945"

gathering round our hunger - Angela Peñaredondo "harvest"

harvest as much lightning - Angela Peñaredondo "harvest"

devastating years of industrious complexities - Angela Peñaredondo "harvest"

tucking into a crocus - Angela Peñaredondo "harvest"

To read as a glyph of hope - Angela Peñaredondo "to hold these contradictions in kinship"

Auspicious walks on hot nights - Angela Peñaredondo "to hold these contradictions in kinship"

Despise what you've become - Angela Peñaredondo "to hold these contradictions in kinship"

Who prays for your reckoning - Angela Peñaredondo "to hold these contradictions in kinship"

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When freedom was denied her due - Walter S. Percy "America"

Can travel by my scars - Walter S. Percy "The Blazed Trail"

The whited pumice of the storm - Walter S. Percy "The Blizzard"

And in fastnesses of chalk imprisons - Walter S. Percy "The Blizzard"

Spies with cunning deep - Walter S. Percy "Bo-Peep"

Laughing at the sages - Walter S. Percy "Boy"

In another kind of gold - Walter S. Percy "The Boy Millionaire"

Romantic memories breathing - Walter S. Percy "Chambered Roses"

Still fragrant with her silence - Walter S. Percy "Chambered Roses"

The pranks of elves unseen - Walter S. Percy "Chatterbox"

Where buttercups to daisies yield - Walter S. Percy "Chatterbox"

Where drowsy sprites sip clover-sweets - Walter S. Percy "Chatterbox"

In your feet the fairies dance - Walter S. Percy "Chatterbox"

That would scare a chickadee - Walter S. Percy "Cherries"

Requited with a pocketful of eggs - Walter S. Percy "Cherries"

That to-morrow may redeem to-day - Walter S. Percy "A Child's Lifted Cross"

Old worm of wrapped-up gossamer - Walter S. Percy "The Chrysalis"

Of dormant sense and soul - Walter S. Percy "The Chrysalis"

Lying with imprisoned wings - Walter S. Percy "The Chrysalis"

Swallow clay and sleeping sense - Walter S. Percy "Dust to Dust"

Swift electric riddles - Walter S. Percy "Fireflies"

Yet feeds our inspirations - Walter S. Percy "Fireflies"

Fugitive creations of phantom-folk - Walter S. Percy "Fireflies"

Any saint whose zeal is undenied - Walter S. Percy "A Forgiveness"

But fire to refuse - Walter S. Percy "Friendship"

Pride is merely for an hour - Walter S. Percy "The Glory Dwells"

Never quenched a living song - Walter S. Percy "The Good Samaritan"

Echoes of our buried love - Walter S. Percy "Grief and Joy"

When silent chords are shaken - Walter S. Percy "Grief and Joy"

Both ripening and root - Walter S. Percy "Hearted Good"

Which is spirit-fruit of reverence - Walter S. Percy "Hearted Good"

Barren-hearted and untrue - Walter S. Percy "Hearted Good"

And logical as light - Walter S. Percy "Hope"

The sealing of this sign - Walter S. Percy "I Give Thee My Promise"

By hope of fortune sped - Walter S. Percy "I Give Thee My Promise"

Many a homebound ship - Walter S. Percy "I'll Be Watching on the Shore"

Yawning in the tempest - Walter S. Percy "I'll Be Watching on the Shore"

Drinkin' out of fortune's cup - Walter S. Percy "Knockin' Round"

Know that the stars exist - Walter S. Percy "The Ladder of Cloud"

The vigil of the seers - Walter S. Percy "The Ladder of Cloud"

With touching zeal to mend - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Lost with silent eloquence - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Treading slow with muffled drums - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Mingle in that ghostly tread - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Till all that spectral host appear - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Conquered Doubt and faced a thousand alarms - Walter S. Percy "Last of the Grand Army"

Just one more little song - Walter S. Percy "The Last Song"

The little words of truth - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

Nothing sweeter than sincerity - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

The little words of love - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

Fed by the oil of promise - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

The little words of hope - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

The little words of trust - Walter S. Percy "Little Words"

In the sleepy night's embrace - Walter S. Percy "A Lullaby"

So different from the dream - Walter S. Percy "Muse and Mint"

In younger truth is traced - Walter S. Percy "The Old Moon in the Arms of the New"

The clasp of morning love - Walter S. Percy "The Old Moon in the Arms of the New"

The hope that's almost spent - Walter S. Percy "The Old Moon in the Arms of the New"

Every rim of promise - Walter S. Percy "The Old Moon in the Arms of the New"

Through the narrows flung - Walter S. Percy "Paupack"

Half in cliffs and chasms - Walter S. Percy "Paupack"

Half in cliffs and chasms buried - Walter S. Percy "Paupack"

Singing on towards the ocean - Walter S. Percy "Paupack"

With an impulse of the blood - Walter S. Percy "Paupack"

The last relay of dreams - Walter S. Percy "Peep-of-Dawn"

With precious ointment of affection - Walter S. Percy "The Risen Christ Means Victory"

In the name and cause of law - Walter S. Percy "The Shut and Open Hand: The Fist"

Giving trust a thousand reasons - Walter S. Percy "The Shut and Open Hand: The Open Hand"

The scourge of Singing Death - Walter S. Percy "The Singing Death"

Flushed with high resolve - Walter S. Percy "The Singing Death"

Display of glory ominous - Walter S. Percy "The Singing Death"

Till horror outdoes hate - Walter S. Percy "The Singing Death"

Agony where valor bleeds - Walter S. Percy "The Singing Death"

A humble snail crawled from his shell - Walter S. Percy "The Snail and Star"

Passes wisdom's means - Walter S. Percy "The Snail and Star"

How long to bridge the distance - Walter S. Percy "The Snail and Star"

The vernal Odin reigns - Walter S. Percy "Sugaring Off"

Like a phantom put to rout - Walter S. Percy "Sweet 'Steen"

In the gallery of remembrance - Walter S. Percy "Two Frames"

With reflected gold and grace - Walter S. Percy "Two Frames"

And lilies turned to light - Walter S. Percy "Two Frames"

Shall bless the vineyards far below - Walter S. Percy "Vincit Omnia Jus"

Countless little charming things - Walter S. Percy "A Vision"

Flee for refuge from our doubt - Walter S. Percy "What Is Faith?"

Hope is more than sages learn - Walter S. Percy "What Is Truth?"

But by the stars the sailor steers - Walter S. Percy "What Is Truth?"

Stand uncovered, torn and battle-spent - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

And starry with the challenge - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

When morning sang the genesis - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

In lost direction would dissolve - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

Ordering the times of destiny - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

Driven by spectral bears and lions - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

Out of our pinpoint nothingness - Walter S. Percy "When I Survey"

With roses adorning - Walter S. Percy "Youth"

No trouble to borrow - Walter S. Percy "Youth"

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My heart does a solo - Willie Perdomo "Hustler's Song"

Scent of indigo incense - Willie Perdomo "Let Me Ask You Something"

A laugh sits next to a cry - Willie Perdomo "Let Me Ask You Something"

And fall on bleeding streets - Willie Perdomo "The Making of a Harlem Love Poem"

Found two colors of love - Willie Perdomo "Poet in Harlem"

No time to buy dreams - Willie Perdomo "Save the Youth"

Even the dead have to wait - Willie Perdomo "Where I'm From"

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A fire no flame can burn - Fernando Pessoa "Antinous"

Now have thy lips no purpose - Fernando Pessoa "Antinous"

The apparel of life and empire - Fernando Pessoa "Antinous"

Under the shape of wishes - Fernando Pessoa "Antinous"

To marble carry this regret - Fernando Pessoa "Antinous"

Not now your winter thoughts - Fernando Pessoa "Epithalamium"

Each far lake's dazzling glass - Fernando Pessoa "Epithalamium"

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Dizzied among hairpin turns - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

A mosaic of prime evergreen - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

Appeared in our dreams calling - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

A few turns of the kaleidoscope - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

Into the daylight world of shadows - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

Touching the colorful cacophony of sounds - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

Our bodies also lighter with laughter - Hai-Dang Phan "Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush"

Sequins fastened to sunbeams - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

A canyon through the years - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

A chandelier of rain - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

Done with fading shadows - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

Water in the aftermath of light - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

Boat of heartache and ecstasy - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

In quest of passage also - Hai-Dang Phan "River to River"

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Selling knock-off hopes - Phan Nhien Hao "The City of Ant Nests" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Clouds hung out to dry - Phan Nhien Hao "The City of Ant Nests" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

The sound of sadness stepping barefoot - Phan Nhien Hao "Day Flowers in the Highlands" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

A farewell without promise - Phan Nhien Hao "Day Flowers in the Highlands" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

To the country of unspoken things - Phan Nhien Hao "Day Flowers in the Highlands" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

While stars fall on my face - Phan Nhien Hao "Don't Die Another Person's Death" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

History's four-thousand-year stomach ache - Phan Nhien Hao "Don't Die Another Person's Death" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Foreseeing a century without light - Phan Nhien Hao "Flamenco Vietnamese Opera" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Attempts to escape from its own ashes - Phan Nhien Hao "May" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Praying for distant wings - Phan Nhien Hao "May" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

By earthquakes never sealed - Phan Nhien Hao "Meeting a Cab Driver in New York" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Standing among the thorns of memory - Phan Nhien Hao "9/11 - Hue Massacre" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

On the train running toward nothingness - Phan Nhien Hao "No Rain Today" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

See yourself spinning - Phan Nhien Hao "Seattle Memory" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Over footpaths of fallen petals - Phan Nhien Hao "Seattle Memory" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Walk the wrong way into history - Phan Nhien Hao "Song of Trees" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Frozen among the discontent - Phan Nhien Hao "Summer in Lisbon" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Dining at the table of history - Phan Nhien Hao "Summer in Lisbon" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

The table of history littered with leftovers - Phan Nhien Hao "Summer in Lisbon" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

Of exile with no regrets - Phan Nhien Hao "Summer Radio" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

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To at least go down singing - Carl Phillips "After Learning that the Spell Is Irreversible"

An ability to feel sorrow - Carl Phillips "Affliction"

Dreams that make each night restless - Carl Phillips "All the Love You've Got"

Walking toward the sound of water - Carl Phillips "All the Love You've Got"

The only rivers memory knows - Carl Phillips "All the Love You've Got"

Enough stars still visible - Carl Phillips "All the Love You've Got"

This cathedral in my head - Carl Phillips "And If I Fall"

Making from cricket-song and dying - Carl Phillips "And If I Fall"

Fate stakes the final claim - Carl Phillips "And Love You Too"

Across all things divine - Carl Phillips "And Love You Too"

Come from afar and faceless - Carl Phillips "And Swept All Visible Signs Away"

The relief of snowmelt - Carl Phillips "Anyone Who Had a Heart"

When I try remembering - Carl Phillips "Anyone Who Had a Heart"

Like broken kings - Carl Phillips "Anyone Who Had a Heart"

To have timed your arrow perfectly - Carl Phillips "Archery"

Of apples, victory, tangerines, and smoke - Carl Phillips "Archery"

Dreamed we were young again - Carl Phillips "Archery"

Trying to outstare the distance - Carl Phillips "Archery"

What the day must come to - Carl Phillips "Archery"

Loose notes on tragedy - Carl Phillips "As Easy to Cry as Not To"

Arrives before honesty - Carl Phillips "As for that Piece of Sundown You've Been Wanting"

Without the past's precision - Carl Phillips "As for that Piece of Sundown You've Been Wanting"

More still than a flooded meadow - Carl Phillips "As If Lit from Beneath, and Tossing"

Each face wears fear differently - Carl Phillips "As the Rain Comes Down Harder"

Versus those who attempted death - Carl Phillips "At Bay"

Catastrophe's jewel-studded tail - Carl Phillips "At Bay"

The damselflies pass as they would - Carl Phillips "Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm"

A point more steep in rot - Carl Phillips "Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm"

The way the present cuts into history - Carl Phillips "Back Soon; Driving--"

Revelation is not disclosure - Carl Phillips "Back Soon; Driving--"

Not the first piece of gentleness - Carl Phillips "Barbarian"

Recalling mostly the sea - Carl Phillips "Black and Copper in a Crush of Flowers"

Everything's somebody's history - Carl Phillips "Black and Copper in a Crush of Flowers"

How they died singing - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

The one in the mind called doubt - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

Competing forms of betrayal - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

Less that shame exists - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

As if the world were rumor - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

A minor chord sparrows make with doves - Carl Phillips "Blow it Back"

What makes pattern dangerous - Carl Phillips "The Blue Door"

Wasps settling into the juniper - Carl Phillips "The Blue Door"

Heartbreak like a bloodhound - Carl Phillips "Blurry Finally in Too Soon Each of Us"

Belief's true echo - Carl Phillips "Brace of Antlers"

Regret nowhere figuring - Carl Phillips "Brocade"

As gesture is memory's inverse - Carl Phillips "Brocade"

The dark shore of himself - Carl Phillips "Bronze Where Once the Blue Had Been"

Not noticing the leaves - Carl Phillips "Brothers in Arms"

Those slower, too-complicated numbers - Carl Phillips "Brothers in Arms"

To a life worth the hardness - Carl Phillips "But Waves, They Scatter"

In the surprise of woundedness - Carl Phillips "By Force"

The windfalls of my mistakes - Carl Phillips "Capella"

The field lays down its winded swords - Carl Phillips "Capella"

The unstable camaraderie of exiles - Carl Phillips "Captivity"

United solely in their desire - Carl Phillips "Captivity"

Promises in their not-yet-broken state - Carl Phillips "Captivity"

Could change the fact of daylight - Carl Phillips "Career"

Promises kept becoming apologies - Carl Phillips "Career"

And yet no hiddenness - Carl Phillips "Cathedrals"

Thunderheads like doomed zeppelins - Carl Phillips "Character Being a Different Thing from Beauty, Describe the Difference"

The way disruption can punctuate with meaning - Carl Phillips "Character Being a Different Thing from Beauty, Describe the Difference"

That at random carries them then refuses them - Carl Phillips "Character Being a Different Thing from Beauty, Describe the Difference"

Permanence in the form of a star - Carl Phillips "Chivalry"

The bracken of your invasive self - Carl Phillips "Civilization"

To the next extravagance - Carl Phillips "Civilization"

Whose every shadow is memory - Carl Phillips "Civilization"

Must only look like leaving - Carl Phillips "Civilization"

All the generosity of a mirror - Carl Phillips "Correction"

Remembering somehow a way through panic - Carl Phillips "Correction"

As if proof meant nakedness - Carl Phillips "Craft and Vision"

Despite the fact of water - Carl Phillips "Crossing"

At rest in a wind's disruption - Carl Phillips "Crossing"

Not that tears can't be song - Carl Phillips "Dangerous Only When Disturbed"

Depending on who's weeping - Carl Phillips "Dangerous Only When Disturbed"

Asleep beneath the willow's umbrella - Carl Phillips "Dangerous Only When Disturbed"

Hair and branches and dream - Carl Phillips "Dangerous Only When Disturbed"

The cool descent of the willow's branches - Carl Phillips "Dangerous Only When Disturbed"

Emptier of such distractions as fear - Carl Phillips "The Dark No Softer Than It Was Before"

Falling without motion - Carl Phillips "The Darker Powers"

Just behind my heart - Carl Phillips "The Darker Powers"

Some memory of having been seen - Carl Phillips "Deepest, Where the Water Looks More Green"

Ritual in the name of hope - Carl Phillips "Defiance"

With amethyst and reason - Carl Phillips "The Difference Between Power and Force"

A tamer of wolves tames no foxes - Carl Phillips "Dirt Being Dirt"

Also what the knife has opened - Carl Phillips "Discipline"

Neither history nor memory - Carl Phillips "The Distance and the Spoils"

Disclosure's a pretty flower - Carl Phillips "The Distance and the Spoils"

Against the snow of memory - Carl Phillips "Dominion"

Each contains its own dream - Carl Phillips "Electric"

Easier to bear than sorrow - Carl Phillips "Electric"

As if the sea could listen - Carl Phillips "Enough, Tom Fool, Now Sleep"

What's meant to be wind - Carl Phillips "Entire Known World So Far"

Bells on the collar of an invisible donkey - Carl Phillips "Entire Known World So Far"

A need that ruins - Carl Phillips "Erasure"

The way detachment can resemble confidence - Carl Phillips "Everything All of It"

The usual wrecked cathedral of the mind - Carl Phillips "Everything All of It"

The trumpet vine that grows up the ginko's trunk - Carl Phillips "Fall Colors"

Built of wickedness and joy - Carl Phillips "First Night at Sea"

As affection was never twilight - Carl Phillips "First Night at Sea"

Built from things too difficult to speak of - Carl Phillips "Fist and Palm"

The shape that luck mostly takes - Carl Phillips "Flight of Doves"

Rumor passing through suspicion's fingers - Carl Phillips "Foliage"

The fist of instinct - Carl Phillips "Foliage"

The fist through the branches - Carl Phillips "Foliage"

Come intending to do - Carl Phillips “For It Felt Like Power”

Untouched by regret - Carl Phillips “For It Felt Like Power”

Dream against dream’s return - Carl Phillips “For It Felt Like Power”

Fell unnoticed - Carl Phillips “For It Felt Like Power”

The myth of themselves - Carl Phillips “For It Felt Like Power”

Lay untouched by regret - Carl Phillips "For It Felt Like Power"

Sandbagging the river of dreams - Carl Phillips "For It Felt Like Power"

Some fall like empire - Carl Phillips "Forecast"

Until reduced to history - Carl Phillips "Forecast"

Forever half done departing - Carl Phillips "From a Bonfire"

And somehow more betrayed - Carl Phillips "From a Bonfire"

Mercy's a cliff - Carl Phillips "From a Land Called Near-Is-Far"

Tenderer hands than ours - Carl Phillips "From a Land Called Near-Is-Far"

Like a wish wasted - Carl Phillips "Ghost Choir"

The myths forged from memory - Carl Phillips "Ghost Choir"

The exit wounds memory leaves - Carl Phillips "Givingly"

As if weightless as dust - Carl Phillips "The Grass not Being Flesh, nor Flesh the Grass"

That were only the gulls - Carl Phillips "The Gristmill"

That begins as memory - Carl Phillips "The Gristmill"

Fear given consciousness - Carl Phillips "Heaven and Earth"

Wherever in the mind things go to be forgotten - Carl Phillips "Heroic Interval"

At the edge of that meadow inside me - Carl Phillips "Heroic Interval"

A bewilderment of black swans pulling - Carl Phillips "Heroic Interval"

Across a band of nightfall - Carl Phillips "Heroic Interval"

A friend you've learned not to trust entirely - Carl Phillips "Heroic Interval"

A truth more difficult to touch - Carl Phillips "His Master's Voice"

Whose unfolding brings to mind a road - Carl Phillips "His Master's Voice"

Toward the flower's throat - Carl Phillips "If You Go Away"

To each its own urgency - Carl Phillips "If You Will, I Will"

Never stop courting recklessness - Carl Phillips "If You Will, I Will"

Between spells of rain - Carl Phillips "Immaculate Each Leaf, And Every Flower"

Small voices in a field unfolding - Carl Phillips "In a Perfect World"

All the slaughtered chances - Carl Phillips "In Which to Wonder Flew a Kind of Reckoning"

A fairer form of stubborn - Carl Phillips "In This World to Be Lost"

It stammers in flames - Carl Phillips "In Which to Wonder Flew a Kind of Reckoning"

From the forge of Eros - Carl Phillips "Initial Descent"

One bright, flashing hammer of love - Carl Phillips "Initial Descent"

The space between wanting and having - Carl Phillips "Instructions Prior"

The ghosts in the walls - Carl Phillips "Interior: All the Leaves Shake Off Their Light"

Regretfulness is not regret - Carl Phillips "Is It True All Legends Once Were Rumors"

Just the weather of childhood - Carl Phillips "Is It True All Legends Once Were Rumors"

And at first look easy - Carl Phillips "Island"

Within view of a rough sea - Carl Phillips "The Last of Fanfare"

To stand in for reluctance - Carl Phillips "Last Night"

Ravens the precise color of sorrow - Carl Phillips "Leda, After the Swan"

Grief, like the dark, lifts eventually - Carl Phillips "The Length of the Field"

With all the clarity of bells - Carl Phillips "The Length of the Field"

Myth as it starts - Carl Phillips "The Life You Save"

Competing powers of revelation and distortion - Carl Phillips "Like So"

Apology not erasing cruelty - Carl Phillips "Like the Sweet Wet Earth Itself"

In cruelty's measureless wake - Carl Phillips "Like the Sweet Wet Earth Itself"

Evidence is not the same as memory - Carl Phillips "Like the Sweet Wet Earth Itself"

As if silence were a kind of spell - Carl Phillips "A Little Closer Though, If You Can, For What Got Lost Here"

And words the way to break it - Carl Phillips "A Little Closer Though, If You Can, For What Got Lost Here"

To the staggered weightlessness of sorrow - Carl Phillips "Meanwhile, and Anyway"

When discipline dreams - Carl Phillips "Meditation: On Being a Mystery to Oneself"

We betray ourselves first - Carl Phillips "The Messenger"

Like perennials you'd forgotten to expect - Carl Phillips "Moralia"

That cannot calm the past - Carl Phillips "Morning in the Bowl of Night"

Memory itself but a scar - Carl Phillips "The Need for Dreaming"

Divides prayer from absolute defeat - Carl Phillips "Next Stop, Arcadia"

Your turn to be the bonfire - Carl Phillips "Now in Our Most Ordinary Voices"

To eclipse and reinforce the past - Carl Phillips "Now that Nature Includes Oblivion"

One last bright chance to believe - Carl Phillips "Of California"

Sturdy enough box for containing rescue - Carl Phillips "Of California"

Start forgetting to ask - Carl Phillips "Of the Rippling Surface"

With a patience more human - Carl Phillips "Of the Rippling Surface"

Sway like suspicion - Carl Phillips "Of the Rippling Surface"

An angled argument against despair - Carl Phillips "On Being Asked to Be More Specific When It Comes to Longing"

Only weeds by a better name - Carl Phillips "On Being Asked to Be More Specific When It Comes to Longing"

Taking a horsewhip to a swarm of bees - Carl Phillips "On Being Asked to Be More Specific When It Comes to Longing"

If I meet no mirrors - Carl Phillips "On Coming Close"

A fetish for being eaten alive and whole - Carl Phillips "On Mistaking the Sound of Spurs for Bells Approaching"

The desire to leave loneliness behind - Carl Phillips "On Mistaking the Sound of Spurs for Bells Approaching"

Let the nights unfurl before them - Carl Phillips "On Mistaking the Sound of Spurs for Bells Approaching"

Protection got confused with invitation - Carl Phillips "On Why I Cannot Promise"

When there's only starshine for a light to go by - Carl Phillips "On Why I Cannot Promise"

Compassion's shadow, pity - Carl Phillips "Overheard, Under a Dark Enchantment"

If torn means mendable - Carl Phillips "Permission to Speak"

The wayward mission of your body - Carl Phillips "Permission to Speak"

Those hydrangeas that I call forgiveness - Carl Phillips "Permission to Speak"

When a long forgetfulness lifts - Carl Phillips "Porcelain"

In the wake of transgression - Carl Phillips "Radiance versus Ordinary Light"

More fugitive than lost - Carl Phillips "The Raft"

More spent than stranded - Carl Phillips "The Raft"

Thought the truth would be a falcon - Carl Phillips "The Raft"

From a thicket all thorns - Carl Phillips "Ransom"

And how the stars swelled the dark - Carl Phillips "Ransom"

Silence as vast as it is particular - Carl Phillips "Reasonable Doubt"

Holding a mirror up to Apollo - Carl Phillips "Reasonable Doubt"

Know nothing of east or west or love - Carl Phillips "Refrain"

The ring of aspens that surround my fortress - Carl Phillips "Refrain"

When scattered in all its countless definitions - Carl Phillips "Refrain"

The beautiful colors of extinction - Carl Phillips "Regime"

As if watching the song itself - Carl Phillips "Riding Westward"

Like the storm-shook shadows of themselves - Carl Phillips "Rockabye"

Excerpts from paradise - Carl Phillips "Rough Surf in Moonlight"

Hammers of bronze thrown skyward - Carl Phillips "Rough Surf in Moonlight"

To understand hesitation both ways - Carl Phillips "Said the Horse to the Light"

Of a landfall won barely - Carl Phillips "Said the Horse to the Light"

To envy a wilderness - Carl Phillips "The Same in Sun as It Felt in Shadow"

This song I also call mystery - Carl Phillips "The Same in Sun as It Felt in Shadow"

Early in its slow unwinding to never again - Carl Phillips "Scattered Snows, to the North"

For no reason they were willing to give - Carl Phillips "Scattered Snows, to the North"

Of hunger's addictive and erosive powers - Carl Phillips "Scattered Snows, to the North"

The sky's edgeless statement about vastness - Carl Phillips "Searchlights"

Just the two dreams left - Carl Phillips "Self"

The stretched canvas of belief - Carl Phillips "Self"

As if that meant safety - Carl Phillips "Shall Want for Nothing"

Forgetting to stop asking - Carl Phillips "Shimmer"

Didn't intimacy mean courtesy - Carl Phillips "Since You Ask"

A spell against indifference - Carl Phillips "Sing a Darkness"

Gone steep with twilight - Carl Phillips "Sky Coming Forward"

Breaking of the storm inside me - Carl Phillips "Sky Coming Forward"

The ghosts of leaves - Carl Phillips "Snow Globe"

To shadow us in context - Carl Phillips "Snow Globe"

With the ghost I call failure - Carl Phillips "Snow Globe"

Fall asleep to the wind at night - Carl Phillips "So the Edge of the World"

Thought sleep meant rescue - Carl Phillips "So the Edge of the World"

More permanent than hard distraction - Carl Phillips "So the Edge of the World"

With forever having been a wind - Carl Phillips "So the Edge of the World"

The snow fell like hope - Carl Phillips "So the Mind Like a Gate Swings Open"

No different from any other song - Carl Phillips "So the Mind Like a Gate Swings Open"

To watch bees map a garden - Carl Phillips "Soft Western Light"

Think somehow loyalty weighs more - Carl Phillips "Something to Believe In"

Ripples the way oblivion does - Carl Phillips "Something to Believe In"

Unencumbered by moral valence - Carl Phillips "Somewhere It's Still Summer"

In dreams still considered dangerous - Carl Phillips "Somewhere, right now, a hawk"

At the exact center of sorrow - Carl Phillips "Soundtrack for a Frame of Winter"

Regrets find no shelter there - Carl Phillips "Soundtrack for a Frame of Winter"

The forest changes nothing - Carl Phillips "Soundtrack for a Frame of Winter"

In the name of distraction - Carl Phillips "Soundtrack for a Frame of Winter"

Pulled up wild from the sea - Carl Phillips "Spring"

The willed suspension of belief - Carl Phillips "Spring"

Keep a space for tenderness - Carl Phillips "Stamina"

Reach for yet another fistful of straw - Carl Phillips "The Steeper the Fall"

Have loved the mistake of it - Carl Phillips "Steeple"

After years of forgetting - Carl Phillips "A Stillness Between the Hunting and the Chase"

If attention is prayer - Carl Phillips "A Stillness Between the Hunting and the Chase"

All the ceremony of many wings - Carl Phillips "Storm"

Mist is the first thing to go - Carl Phillips "The Strong by Their Stillness"

Light's unshakeable escort - Carl Phillips "The Strong by Their Stillness"

If one wish begets a next one - Carl Phillips "The Strong by Their Stillness"

Only to be conquered by it - Carl Phillips "The Strong by Their Stillness"

Open nevertheless like hope - Carl Phillips "The Strong by Their Stillness"

Manifestation of letting go - Carl Phillips "A Summer"

Context for the river's progress or retreat - Carl Phillips "Sunlight in Fog"

History already mistaking itself for myth - Carl Phillips "Sunlight in Fog"

Wonder what fear is for - Carl Phillips "Surrounded as We Are, Unlit, Unshadowed"

Watery pallbearers heading seaward - Carl Phillips "Swimming"

Less like singing than remembering - Carl Phillips "Tell Me a Story"

At first mistake for gratitude - Carl Phillips "Tell Me a Story"

Beauty that attends oblivion - Carl Phillips "Tell Me a Story"

How to turn away from what's familiar - Carl Phillips "That It Might Save, or Drown Them"

Once loyal to a cruel master - Carl Phillips "That Part in the Music"

Strong enough to bring the stars down - Carl Phillips "This Far In"

Not the wilder doves - Carl Phillips "Thunder"

The way light includes everything - Carl Phillips "To a Legend"

Can rescue cricket song - Carl Phillips "To Autumn"

The apparent weightlessness of leaves - Carl Phillips "To Autumn"

To adore what's hidden - Carl Phillips "To Autumn"

On a wave of doubt mixed with fear - Carl Phillips "To Lie Down. To Wear Nothing at All"

The way all histories begin - Carl Phillips "To Lie Down. To Wear Nothing at All"

Only if refracted first - Carl Phillips "Torn Sash"

Like a memory of waves - Carl Phillips "Torn Sash"

A ramble of mystery, pattern, accident, and surprise - Carl Phillips "Troubadours"

Back when hurt was a feeling, still - Carl Phillips "Troubadours"

Permission to stop listening - Carl Phillips "Troubadours"

How close abundance is to excess - Carl Phillips "Troubadours"

Black according to some holiness - Carl Phillips "Tugging the Arrow Out"

As different goals require - Carl Phillips "Unbridled"

An oracle done hiding - Carl Phillips "Unbridled"

To catch a wind god breathing - Carl Phillips "Vikings"

What can leaves know of courtesy - Carl Phillips "Wake Up"

All the varieties of good fortune - Carl Phillips "Wake Up"

The broken laughter of the long abandoned - Carl Phillips "The Way One Animal Trusts Another"

Only three of the countless fates - Carl Phillips "The Way One Animal Trusts Another"

The better part of conquest - Carl Phillips "The Wedding"

More like resisting stillness - Carl Phillips "What I See Is the Light Falling All Around Us"

Winnowing my addictions - Carl Phillips "What I See Is the Light Falling All Around Us"

The light breaks like a rough sea - Carl Phillips "What They Did, Who They Did it With"

As to which wind to bow down for - Carl Phillips "What They Did, Who They Did it With"

Though leaves can know nothing - Carl Phillips "What They Did, Who They Did it With"

So little different from the light - Carl Phillips "What They Did, Who They Did it With"

To bloom from one dream to the next - Carl Phillips "When We Get There"

Of memory as a mansion of vast halls - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"

A labyrinth of dead ends and false openings - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"

Against having sworn to be kind - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"

Memory as a forest of leaves - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"

Up from the twists and thorns - Carl Phillips "Why So This Quiet"

The shadow-stitched perimeter - Carl Phillips "Why So This Quiet"

The shadow-stitched perimeter of childhood - Carl Phillips "Why so this Quiet"

So that the echo surprises - Carl Phillips "Wild Is the Wind"

The problem with weeping - Carl Phillips "Wild Is the Wind"

When the nights bloom with cricket song - Carl Phillips "Yes"

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25 July 2024: I have found this poet's works under several name variations: Xandria, Xander, Xan, and Xan Forest. That is, I've found identical poems credited differently in different places. I think that Xan Forest is likely current and preferred as the poet's current bio at poets.org uses he/him and says he's won a Lambda for 'Transgender Poetry.' (Also, the book that used Xandria is something I read in 2021, so it had to have been printed earlier than that.) I may, however, be wrong. At any rate, based on that assumption, I'm going through and changing the author's name on all snippets.

Swallow a key for every year - Xan Forest Phillips "Angola Penitentiary"

To dream so nothing occurs - Xan Forest Phillips "Black Heroism is Unskilled Labor"

A call to dream so nothing occurs - Xan Forest Phillips "Black Heroism is Unskilled Labor"

In a dress made of flames - Xan Forest Phillips "Captivity Lessons"

The fire's wake dressed in ash - Xan Forest Phillips "Classification and Dissection"

Still hold violent reverberations - Xan Forest Phillips "Edmonia Lewis and I Weather the Storm"

Your absence became religion - Xan Forest Phillips "Elmina Castle"

A ledger traced in salt - Xan Forest Phillips "A Fruit We Never Tasted"

Teeth plucked from howling jaws - Xan Forest Phillips "A Fruit We Never Tasted"

The bodies of fruit we never tasted - Xan Forest Phillips "A Fruit We Never Tasted"

Rattle the coins in my chest - Xan Forest Phillips "Hull"

A cacophony of inverted sound - Xan Forest Phillips "Hull"

A salient stain on the horizon - Xan Forest Phillips "Hull"

The hot stars in my fingertips - Xan Forest Phillips "I Like the Cold"

Brittle cicada skins abandoned - Xan Phillips "I Never Felt Comfortable in My Own Skin so I Made a New One"

Among these discreet mutilations - Xan Phillips "I Never Felt Comfortable in My Own Skin so I Made a New One"

The divine thrown down to us - Xan Forest Phillips "I Never Used to Write About Birds"

When the sun betrays their secret - Xan Forest Phillips "I Never Used to Write About Birds"

Against the cusp of dusk - Xan Forest Phillips "I Never Used to Write About Birds"

Filling the broken compromise - Xan Forest Phillips "I Never Used to Write About Birds"

The stars burning gainless - Xan Forest Phillips "I Never Used to Write About Birds"

Casting a net of postures - Xan Forest Phillips "Nativity"

The shark more ancient than trees - Xan Forest Phillips "Nature Poem with Compulsive Attraction to the Shark"

Parch the lips of tempest - Xan Forest Phillips "Nature Poem with Compulsive Attraction to the Shark"

No other way to tether love - Xan Forest Phillips "Never Have I Ever"

Cast against an ocean's skin - Xan Forest Phillips "Never Have I Ever"

The fruits of my demise - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

feed on the fruits of my demise - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

rotting in the wrong hemisphere - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

My body out of context - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

Tremble at my murmur - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

Derived sun-fed design - Xan Forest Phillips "No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits"

splits open revealing mirroring paths - Xan Forest Phillips "no one wants to be rough anymore"

some frivolous instinct shifting into weather - Xan Forest Phillips "no one wants to be rough anymore"

Wrong to wander inward - Xan Forest Phillips "Opulence"

A flock of braying gestures - Xan Forest Phillips "Sometimes Boyhood"

Drowning Orion in blush - Xan Forest Phillips "Splay My Country"

Built to hold every gaze - Xan Forest Phillips "Splay My Country"

Die against the skyline - Xan Forest Phillips "Splay My Country"

What we risk in unison - Xan Forest Phillips "Splay My Country"

Stranded and walking barefoot - Xan Forest Phillips "Two-Headed Slake"

Left a truck full of shivers - Xan Forest Phillips "War on Drugs"

Before I indulge your gentleness - Xan Forest Phillips "You and I"

A partition made of circumstance - Xan Forest Phillips "You and I"

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The little souls that are so hard to find - Marjorie L.C. Pickthall "Mary Shepherdess"

Souls born of dust's despair - Marjorie L.C. Pickthall "Mary Shepherdess"

Bitter bread when the world was bare - Marjorie L.C. Pickthall "Mary Shepherdess"

The glory gates and the starry stair - Marjorie L.C. Pickthall "Mary Shepherdess"

When the dream goes out in silence - Marjorie L.C. Pickthall "Mary Shepherdess"

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From the waters of anonymity - Robert Pinsky "Antiques"

Not a ladder to perfection - Robert Pinsky "Antiques"

Calm rituals of exile - Robert Pinsky "Banknote"

In an obdurate equilibrium - Robert Pinsky "Banknote"

Of atrocities of the righteous - Robert Pinsky "The Dig"

Dream-dark piers of speech - Robert Pinsky "The Dig"

Atomized parables of descent - Robert Pinsky "The Dig"

Contagions of dust - Robert Pinsky "The Dig"

Mute parliament of each thing - Robert Pinsky "The Dig"

Hostage to a new world - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 2. Book"

As a splinter of spirit - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 2. Book"

Dread of making another tombstone - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 2. Book"

Shaped by breath or pressure - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 3. Glass"

Of lies and intentions unspent - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 4. Jar of Pens"

The first syllable of one heart's confusion - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 4. Jar of Pens"

Footprints of extinct species - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 4. Jar of Pens"

You have outlived the sword - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 4. Jar of Pens"

A trace of absences - Robert Pinsky "First Things to Hand: 5. Photograph"

An ecstasy of forgetting - Robert Pinsky "The Forgetting"

Blurs to illegible serenity - Robert Pinsky "The Great Nauset Buddha"

Paved with abandonments - Robert Pinsky "Gulf Music"

Shored up by haunts - Robert Pinsky "Gulf Music"

Though generations forget - Robert Pinsky "Gulf Music"

A solitude inside his music - Robert Pinsky "Keyboard"

Craving for some redemption - Robert Pinsky "Newspaper"

Time that eats its children - Robert Pinsky "Newspaper"

On the shoulders of the soul - Robert Pinsky "On a Line of Hart Crane's"

Mortal in its cornered sphere - Robert Pinsky "Rhyme"

In his void of redundancy - Robert Pinsky "Stupid Meditation on Peace"

The negative of creation - Robert Pinsky "Stupid Meditation on Peace"

The dead thorns sharper than the green - Robert Pinsky "The Thicket"

Spoiled in the translation - Robert Pinsky "The Thicket"

Two worthy difficulties - Robert Pinsky "Work Songs"

Emerges like the hollow moon - Robert Pinsky "Work Songs"

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Various are the stars that bloom - Ann Plato "Forget Me Not"

Solemn sighs the hollow wind - Ann Plato "Forget Me Not"

In quiet action sleep - Ann Plato "Forget Me Not"

In deep oblivion's shade - Ann Plato "Forget Me Not"

Sorrow cloud thy coming years - Ann Plato "Forget Me Not"

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Seventy-seven betrayers - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Be few but stronger - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

The great betrayals are impersonal - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Having the will and the capacity - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Even love can be no shield - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Of forms familiar - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Of faces and names known - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

The law of forgetting - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

The law of pain - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

The law of things falling - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

Time, cold and fire - Hyam Plutzik “To My Daughter”

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Bai Juyi is the more correct form of the poet's name, but Po Chu'i is what was used in the Project Gutenberg book where I found these. This is on my list of things to correct, but I may never get to it because it will take hours.

Then get up for two bowls of tea - Po Chu'i "After Eating" transl. by Burton Watson

Asks a kindness of Fate - Po-Chu-i "Alarm at First Entering the Yang-Tze Gorges" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Ache with the chill of dawn water - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

Don't go climbing up to blue clouds - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

Rife with passion and hate - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

Bragging of knowledge and vision - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

In the scramble for merit and power - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

Don't go into the realm of red dust - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

End up with one ox-hair worth of gain - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

The fire that burns in your rage - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

Whetting the knife that hides in a smile - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson

The sweetest vintage at last turns sour - Po-Chu-i "Children" (translated by Arthur Waley)

A single grain of rice falling - Po-Chu-i "Climbing the Ling Ying Terrace and Looking North" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Among the shadows of the Terrace of Night - Po-Chu-i "Dreaming of Yuan Chen" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Leave the mirror stored in its box - Po Chu'i "Feelings Wakened by a Mirror" transl. by Burton Watson

Red dust coats the mirror's green bronze - Po Chu'i "Feelings Wakened by a Mirror" transl. by Burton Watson

Become my hill and stream companion - Po-Chu-i "Going to the Mountains with a Little Dancing Girl, Aged Fifteen" (translated by Arthur Waley)

The lamp among the bamboo - Po Chu'i "Half in the Family, Half Out" transl. by Burton Watson

Glad as the magpie's lucky song - Po-Chu'i "The Harper of Chao" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Of soul and body lose the mastery - Po-Chu'i "The Harper of Chao" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Patterns from heaven to be woven by human hands - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Flights of autumn geese clearing the clouds - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Dyed with the hue of spring rivers - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Strange designs that shine and recede again - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Patterns never in repose - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Patterns to be seen from every angle - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Token of profoundest favor - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

Till the weaver's fingers ache - Po Chu'i "Liao-ling" transl. by Burton Watson

A show of arrogant spirit - Po Chu'i "Light Furs, Fat Horses" transl. by Burton Watson

Cups brim with nine kinds of spirits - Po Chu'i "Light Furs, Fat Horses" transl. by Burton Watson

An array of eight delicacies - Po Chu'i "Light Furs, Fat Horses" transl. by Burton Watson

My heart has spirit enough to listen - Po-Chu-i "On Being Sixty" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Rises at midnight and looks back - Po-Chu-i "On the Way to Hangchow: Anchored on the River at Night" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Here in the bright moon's presence - Po Chu'i "Pine Sounds" transl. by Burton Watson

Rustle of rain on cold hills - Po Chu'i "Pine Sounds" transl. by Burton Watson

Bought whatever had most blooms - Po-Chu-i "Planting Flowers on the Eastern Embankment" (translated by Arthur Waley)

The wind in the mallow flowers - Po Chu'i "Pouring Out My Feelings after Parting from Yuan Chen" transl. by Burton Watson

Wounded an exile's heart - Po-Chu-i "Releasing a Migrant "Yen" (Wild Goose)" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Seeing off a guest at night - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Little pearls falling on a plate of jade - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Warbler voices resonant under the blossoms - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Dark reproaches taking form - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Outcasts at the farther end of the sky - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Bitter bamboo growing all around my house - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

The cuckoo singing his heart out - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

The mournful cry of monkeys - Po Chu'i "Song of the Lute" transl. by Burton Watson

Enticed by oriole voices - Po Chu'i "Spring River" transl. by Burton Watson

Spellbound by the color of the grasses - Po Chu'i "Spring River" transl. by Burton Watson

A Fairy Temple with one niche empty - Po-Chu-i "Taoism and Buddhism" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Amusing myself with rocks - Po Chu'i "The Temple of Bequeathed Love" transl. by Burton Watson

Who says the moon has no heart? - Po Chu'i "The Traveler's Moon" transl. by Burton Watson

A place for running away from fame - Po Chu'i "Writing Again on the Same Theme" transl. by Burton Watson

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Master of names - Emilio Porta

Oasis of achievements - Emilio Porta

Oblivion’s quilt - Emilio Porta

Building your own refuge - Emilio Porta

The place your heart inhabits - Emilio Porta

Walls that are fragile - Emilio Porta

Curves of courage - Emilio Porta “Circle”

The walls of the infinite - Emilio Porta “Circle”

Knowledge of the light - Emilio Porta “Circle”

Created outside of souls - Emilio Porta “Circle”

The fragile contingency of purpose - Emilio Porta “Circle”

The chosen word of a journey - Emilio Porta “Paradise”

The memory of each instant - Emilio Porta “Paradise”

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The anxious ghosts of all the drowned - Alexander Posey "The Arkansas River"

Woven over wood and prairie - Alexander Posey "Autumn"

The bright silence breaks - Alexander Posey "The Call of the Wild"

Tightly tinged with crimson - Alexander Posey "Callie"

Assassins laid in wait for Caesar - Alexander Posey "The Conquerors"

Amid the boasts of victory - Alexander Posey "The Conquerors"

The stroke of hammers ring all day - Alexander Posey "Coyote"

From out the folded hills - Alexander Posey "The Deer"

To drink from Limbo's waters - Alexander Posey "The Deer"

My image lying in the stream - Alexander Posey "The Deer"

More glory in a drop of dew - Alexander Posey "The Dew and the Bird"

The noonday of their power - Alexander Posey "The Dew and the Bird"

Down all the stretch of Carpetbaggers - Alexander Posey "The Fall of the Redskin"

Cries protest to the judges - Alexander Posey "The Fall of the Redskin"

Play at leap frog with the grass - Alexander Posey "The Idle Breeze"

Trees lean out to save the drowning - Alexander Posey "My Fancy"

From the clutches of the cold, remorseless wave - Alexander Posey "My Fancy"

The dusty, care-strewn paths of life - Alexander Posey "My Hermitage"

Far in the midnight sky - Alexander Posey "My Hermitage"

High in the solitude of air - Alexander Posey "My Hermitage"

Genius shaped a dream into a deed - Alexander Posey "Ode to Sequoyah"

On the hills of dawn - Alexander Posey "On the Hills of Dawn"

Filled with shattered beams of light - Alexander Posey "On the Hills of Dawn"

Silence settle from the midnight sky - Alexander Posey "On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf"

Winds that chase with lifted spear - Alexander Posey "An Outcast"

Shells with ruby lips - Alexander Posey "Seashells"

Birds of air dip bright wings in my tide - Alexander Posey "Song of the Oktahutche"

Shoals of mossy rocks and mussel shells - Alexander Posey "Song of the Oktahutche"

Elusive spirit of the shadow-land - Alexander Posey "Song of the Oktahutche"

The green haunts of the chickadee - Alexander Posey "Spring in Tulwa Thloco"

The dogwood blossoms cast a light - Alexander Posey "Spring in Tulwa Thloco"

In coward clouds forgot - Alexander Posey "Sunset"

Sing on till light and shadow meet - Alexander Posey "To a Morning Warbler"

Blithe spirit of the morning air - Alexander Posey "To a Morning Warbler"

The shapes that come in dreams - Alexander Posey "To My Wife"

Reached my hands in eager quest - Alexander Posey "To My Wife"

That flash defiance back at light - Alexander Posey "To the Crow"

The password of the leaves upon the cottonwood - Alexander Posey "To Wahilla Enhotulle"

Shut up with long forgotten ways - Alexander Posey "Tulledega"

A flash of glory curled among - Alexander Posey "Tulledega"

Sweeps away toward morning - Alexander Posey "Tulledega"

Mingling with the screams of eagles - Alexander Posey "Tulledega"

Tents stretched on the border of the day - Alexander Posey "Tulledega"

Some day this quest shall cease - Alexander Posey "A Vision of Rest"

The wind is rude and cold - Alexander Posey "A Vision of Rest"

The lurid flame of mobs gone out - Alexander Posey "Ye Men of Dawes"

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No mouse of the scrolls - Ezra Pound "Ballad of the Goodly Fere"

The hounds of the crimson sky - Ezra Pound "Ballad of the Goodly Fere"

Full of faint light but golden - Ezra Pound "The Coming of War: Actaeon"

How many will come after me - Ezra Pound "Dum Capitolium Scandet"

Telling the heart of their truth - Ezra Pound "Dum Capitolium Scandet"

Hearts up from the dust - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

In the last wallow of hell - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

Play the desperate chess - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

Cobwebs brushed aside in the full flare of grief - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

What doors are open to fine compliment - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

A broken bundle of mirrors - Ezra Pound "Near Perigord"

Vigil with the hollyhocks - Ezra Pound "Piere Vidal Old"

Broken against false knowledge - Ezra Pound "The Rest"

May decline to make them immortal - Ezra Pound "Salvationists"

In delicate opulent silence - Ezra Pound "Salvationists"

A thin war of metal - Ezra Pound "A Song of the Degrees"

Full of curious mistrust - Ezra Pound "A Song of the Degrees"

Desire falls like black lightning - Ezra Pound "The Spring"

Being smitten with an unusual wisdom - Ezra Pound "The Study in Aesthetics"

As much embittered with poverty - Ezra Pound "To Dives"

Wrench her impulse into art - Ezra Pound "To Whistler, American"

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With her manicure of ice - Lynn Powell "Alberta Clipper"

Lure the sunlight into shade - Lynn Powell "The Argument for Zero"

Alloys of lace and light - Lynn Powell "At the Equinox"

A flutter at the threshold - Lynn Powell "Aubade for the Muse"

More critiques than a prophet - Lynn Powell "Aubade for the Muse"

Against the glistening odds of the frost - Lynn Powell "Aubade for the Muse"

Chaos in the cause of paradise - Lynn Powell "Driftings at Anchor"

Loose end of a rainbow dangling - Lynn Powell "Driftings at Anchor"

Redundancies of rain - Lynn Powell "Driftings at Anchor"

In an ecstasy of sky - Lynn Powell "Driftings at Anchor"

Dredged from the rock bottom of your heart - Lynn Powell "Feedback for the Muse"

At the edge of a wrecked desire - Lynn Powell "Feedback for the Muse"

The will of a whirlwind - Lynn Powell "Gale Force Hymn"

The puzzle of gate and lock - Lynn Powell "In the Thin-Lipped, Purifying Weather"

This season of the second thought - Lynn Powell "Indian Summer"

My earnest and wanton way - Lynn Powell "Indian Summer"

The cheek of the rain-starved air - Lynn Powell "Indian Summer"

Trifling with the wind - Lynn Powell "Indian Summer"

No help in that daytime moon - Lynn Powell "July's Proverb"

In the moonless octave below midnight - Lynn Powell "Kind of Blue"

Not the first instinct of flame - Lynn Powell "Kind of Blue"

A second thought ripening - Lynn Powell "Needing the Baroque"

Your free-range genesis - Lynn Powell "Needing the Baroque"

What perfection still craves - Lynn Powell "Needing the Baroque"

Taking my incendiary heart - Lynn Powell "October Edge"

Forgive yourself those tears - Lynn Powell "A Scherzo for Sadness"

The secret name of subtler sins - Lynn Powell "Slow Elegy from Afar"

The insatiable hands of the rain - Lynn Powell "Tantrum, with Mistletoe"

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Only phantoms linger - Jack Prelutsky "The Haunted House"

From the dim hereafter - Jack Prelutsky "The Haunted House"

On all her curses reach - Jack Prelutsky "The Witch"

Needs no sleep - Jack Prelutsky "The Wizard"

His mystic stock in trade - Jack Prelutsky "The Wizard"

In the ashen air - Jack Prelutsky "The Wizard"

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She makes me live in my head - John Prine

Any friend that's been turned down is bound to be a friend of mine - John Prine

You don't have to sympathize - John Prine

The Smoke was too heavy to rise - John Prine

Linger on - John Prine

In a week or two real soon - John Prine

The Dead men all wear shoes - John Prine

Losing his shadow at night - John Prine

Broken hearts and dirty windows - John Prine "Souvenirs"

Last night and this morning - John Prine "Souvenirs"

Memories that can't be bought - John Prine "Souvenirs"

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No mere skill of subtle tracery - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

Practice of a dexterous hand - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

Without a hidden spirit - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

Worthily to clothe some noble thought - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

In stony hands that pray for ever - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

The leafy scrolls and fretted niches - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

Nor even pause to gaze - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

May loiter with a word of praise - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

When years have floated onward - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

With perplexed struggle - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

And the gentle lilies overflow - A.A.P. "The Carver's Lesson" (in The Cornhill Magazine v.1 no.5)

In that shadow our work is done - Adelaide Anne Procter "A Chant"

Trusting less to earthly things - Adelaide A. Procter "Judge Not"

To censure all with scornful eyes - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Lavater's Warning" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

Found something that he dare despise - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Lavater's Warning" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

To the same height both great and small - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Lavater's Warning" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

Make bright music give forth a sound of pain - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Murmurs" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

Weave fair flowers into a weary chain - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Murmurs" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

Turn each cool grey shadows into a world of fears - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Murmurs" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

When the starry night grows silent - Adelaide Anne Proctor "Murmurs" [Household Words ed. by Charles Dickens]

The bread of strength - Adelaide Anne Procter "Our Daily Bread"

The bitter bread of grief - Adelaide Anne Procter "Our Daily Bread"

Sought earth's poisoned feasts - Adelaide Anne Procter "Our Daily Bread"

Sought her deadly fruits - Adelaide Anne Procter "Our Daily Bread"

And cry fierce answers to the angry sky - Adelaide Anne Procter "The Storm"

Flooded the crimson twilight - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: A Lost Chord"

The harmonious echo from our discordant life - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: A Lost Chord"

And trembled away into silence - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: A Lost Chord"

Keep just one thread of doubt - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: A Warning"

Estranged and cold in heaven - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Beyond"

Fruits of some convulsive hour - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Beyond"

Whose very memory must decay - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Beyond"

They seek a phantom Future - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Golden Days"

Of days that will come no more - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: In the Wood"

Where storms cannot reach him - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: King and Slave"

The dust of future years - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: My Will"

Through a strange and sacred radiance - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: My Will"

With a nobler price than gold - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: My Will"

Through gold rents torn in a violet sky - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: My Picture Gallery"

Sorrow, veiled in scornful pride - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Never Again"

Follow the track of the crimson day - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Rest"

Kissing the dust of the Holy Land - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Rest"

Now sweeter for a bitter past - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Rest"

A keen longing which shadows forth regret - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Returned -- "Missing" (Five Years After)"

And died in the crimson west - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Sent to Heaven"

On the Music's outspread wings - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Sent to Heaven"

The golden chain of my love - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: The Tyrant and the Captive"

A rose whose crimson breath revealed - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Three Roses"

Its half-blown crimson to eclipse - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Three Roses"

And wove in nets of sorrow - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Two Worlds"

The echoes of his own discords - Adelaide Anne Procter "Verse: Two Worlds"

The room's shadow hid the rest - Anne Procter "Verse: A Legend of Provence"

Transfigured in the golden mist of love - Anne Procter "Verse: A Legend of Provence"

Through bitterest inward strife - Anne Procter "Verse: A Legend of Provence"

Chill remorse and black despair - Anne Procter "Verse: A Legend of Provence"

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Wander among the silver asparagus - Kiki Petrosino "Afterlife"

The same jar of strawberries and mint - Kiki Petrosino "Afterlife"

A spill of storybook umber - Kiki Petrosino "Approaching the Smith Family Graveyard"

Your private handful of acorns - Kiki Petrosino "Approaching the Smith Family Graveyard"

Which woods pertained to glory - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

Measuring the crinolines of leaves - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

Slipped through blades of rain - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

The beetle with its carapace of sun - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

Half her face tangled in the trees - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

Tongues & yarns of fire - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

Curled deep in her rookery - Kiki Petrosino "The Child Was in the Woods"

A lungful of gold I can keep - Kiki Petrosino "Confession"

Your small breath troubles the flour - Kiki Petrosino "Confession"

Dreamed of quilts stuffed with bees - Kiki Petrosino "Confession"

Draws a fine grid over the past - Kiki Petrosino "The Cottage"

Searches for slugs of amethyst - Kiki Petrosino "The Cottage"

An elegant verticality of sound - Kiki Petrosino "The Cottage"

More than a fixed container - Kiki Petrosino "The Cottage"

Against the solemn register of his losses - Kiki Petrosino "The Cottage"

Follow the dark blue blades of kale - Kiki Petrosini "De Jure Sanguinis" [excerpt]

The flat dials of sunflowers leading back to speech - Kiki Petrosini "De Jure Sanguinis" [excerpt]

Love translated you across an ocean - Kiki Petrosini "De Jure Sanguinis" [excerpt]

The ancestral body splits into water & seeds - Kiki Petrosini "De Jure Sanguinis" [excerpt]

A series of sonic knots - Kiki Petrosino "The Departure"

My skull expands in recognition - Kiki Petrosino "The Departure"

By black doll or briar thorn - Kiki Petrosino "Doubloon Oath"

Old maid or dreadnought - Kiki Petrosino "Doubloon Oath"

Died in the pith of August - Kiki Petrosino "Elegy"

In a welter of bells & holy water - Kiki Petrosino "Elegy"

Each bird a tiny fist of time - Kiki Petrosino "Elegy"

Sealed closet of the human face - Kiki Petrosino "Essay in Architecture"

With sunbeams settling in - Kiki Petrosino "Essay in Architecture"

Sharpens over a dominion of seeds - Kiki Petrosino "Estival"

Draw your wedding ring in mulch - Kiki Petrosino "Estival"

Over the hooks & buttons of sun - Kiki Petrosino "Estival"

Your body sealed shut in the light - Kiki Petrosino "Estival"

Pain coiled in the drywall - Kiki Petrosino "Farm Book"

Marooned by empty chairs - Kiki Petrosino "The Garden"

Where brown angels hovered - Kiki Petrosino "The Garden"

Unraveling the mystery of herself - Kiki Petrosino "The Garden"

Some ghosts are my mothers - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Herons wearing the moonrise like lace - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Some of my ghosts are planets - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Spiraling deep in the dusk - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

With their belts of colored dust - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Not queens, but ghosts - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Wearing the moonrise - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

In the dusk of my body - Kiki Petrosino "Ghosts"

Appear in battalions of charm - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

The notes of my glasshouse erudition - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

How the great thorn trees wept - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Remember how light dawned in chapters - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Our garments soaked in promissory rain - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Their fruits of salt & wood - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Within those snake-bright grottoes - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Gem of empty air - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Brilliant among violets - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

His green shadow condenses - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

That pool of slow gold scraped down - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

Camelot will not stay - Kiki Petrosino "Happiness"

For the silence in his speech - Kiki Petrosino "I Married a Horseman"

Tall smoke of his shadow - Kiki Petrosino "I Married a Horseman"

Coiling into thickets of sharp weeds - Kiki Petrosino "In Louisa"

In some time before remembrance - Kiki Petrosino "In Louisa"

Wore a suit of woven water - Kiki Petrosino "In Louisa"

The king's instruments burn my hands - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

The king's stairs burn my feet - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

To honor the sun's penumbra - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

Over the white pellet of noon - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

All colors have veins full of neon - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

Tasting honey on my teeth - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

My life as the glass king - Kiki Petrosino "Jantar Mantar"

Dozens of hot vinyl hearts - Kiki Petrosino "Lament"

Do not weep in your way of ghosts - Kiki Petrosino "Let Me Tell You People Something"

A soft deer browsing the woods - Kiki Petrosino "Little Gals"

Strands of willow in my pelt - Kiki Petrosino "Little Gals"

Pressing their hundred eyes - Kiki Petrosino "Little Gals"

Midnight seeps from the cracks - Kiki Petrosino "Louisa County Patrol Claims, 1770-1863"

Slow pulp of arithmetic - Kiki Petrosino "Louisa County Patrol Claims, 1770-1863"

From the matrix of Jefferson's imagination - Kiki Petrosino "The Maiden"

Our Magic 8-Ball fortune - Kiki Petrosino "The Maiden"

The shadow I can't quite catch - Kiki Petrosino "The Maiden"

Her face a glass zero - Kiki Petrosino "Maria"

In her language of radial burn - Kiki Petrosino "Maria"

Between us a ravel of birds - Kiki Petrosino "Maria"

Holding the rain our mouths - Kiki Petrosino "Message from the Free Smiths of Louisa County"

The dreams keep our wishes walking - Kiki Petrosino "Message from the Free Smiths of Louisa County"

Stones worn smooth with patience - Kiki Petrosino "Message from the Free Smiths of Louisa County"

In transparent loops of dug air - Kiki Petrosino "Monticello House Tour"

Narrow as daybreak - Kiki Petrosino "Monticello House Tour"

Orchards alive in the parlor - Kiki Petrosino "Monticello House Tour"

Drew your time in prudent proportions - Kiki Petrosino "Monticello House Tour"

My blood is a zone of dispute - Kiki Petrosino "N/Ought"

Snags on my nexus of doubts - Kiki Petrosino "N/Ought"

Each step blessed but slant - Kiki Petrosino "New South"

I fill my plate with rain - Kiki Petrosino "Nocturne"

Opened the door to the fairy house - Kiki Petrosino "Nursery"

At the oak's black ankle - Kiki Petrosino "Nursery"

The strange tea still warm - Kiki Petrosino "Nursery"

High time to consider beginning - Kiki Petrosino "Ought"

Where insects jumped in starry arcs - Kiki Petrosino "Pastoral"

A greenhouse I entered alone - Kiki Petrosino "Pastoral"

Burned in my skin like a stone - Kiki Petrosino "Pastoral"

But never reach the freedom shore - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

Can't trace the arc of my tears - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

Climb into the sinking dark - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

A moral constellation of strawberry seeds - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

This universe is someone else's calculus - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

A moonbeam in the moral firmament - Kiki Petrosino "Political Poem"

Roasted & packed like a warm thought - Kiki Petrosino "Post-Apocalyptical"

The contours of each ancestral gene - Kiki Petrosino "The Prince"

Continents merged & drifted - Kiki Petrosino "The Prince"

More than twenty thousand ancient stars - Kiki Petrosino "The Prince"

Your life lined up like azaleas - Kiki Petrosino "Prophecy"

Your life unfolding in air - Kiki Petrosino "Prophecy"

I poured water & stars - Kiki Petrosino "Prospera"

She dreamed in the cradle I dug - Kiki Petrosino "Prospera"

That dark garnet of a husband - Kiki Petrosino "Prospera"

Waltzing in her wedding gown of wire - Kiki Petrosino "Prospera"

My old terror stabs me in the neck - Kiki Petrosino "Purgatorio"

My great morning of wrath - Kiki Petrosino "Purgatorio"

Something drags me with fear teeth - Kiki Petrosino "Purgatorio"

Twists away from its neat trellises - Kiki Petrosino "The Question"

Spirals around my losses - Kiki Petrosino "The Question"

Held candy eggs of logic - Kiki Petrosino "Scarlet"

She multiplies in gold - Kiki Petrosino "Sermon"

Let her multiply in gold - Kiki Petrosino "Sermon"

If she'll crown me with thunder - Kiki Petrosino "Sermon"

Strange mountain in late bloom - Kiki Petrosino "The Shop at Monticello"

Wept till the world looked blue - Kiki Petrosino "The Spell"

A shade of stifled grief - Kiki Petrosino "The Spell"

Confined within cells of bark & wood - Kiki Petrosino "The Spell"

The stem of your body unspooled - Kiki Petrosino "Study Abroad"

Sealed jars sweating clear gems of condensation - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

White blood appearing from warm air - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

Revealing the curved arc of our shared Milan - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

A kind of crying which sealed me to such realms - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

How much of my fondness for any place is water - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

Water stilled & bound to darkness - Kiki Petrosini "Terrorem"

Sweep the precincts of ourselves - Kiki Petrosino "Thigh Gap"

The rooms between each rib - Kiki Petrosino "Thigh Gap"

Shining in our net of nerves - Kiki Petrosino "This Is How We Feed the Animals"

Track them with our bone dice - Kiki Petrosino "This Is How We Feed the Animals"

When the egg of sleep will not break - Kiki Petrosino "This Is How We Feed the Animals"

Sweet pea twisted through my hair - Kiki Petrosino "Vigil"

Spun deep into the quilt - Kiki Petrosino "Vigil"

A resonance of thrumming spruce - Kiki Petrosino "Vigil"

Count the hushed electrons blooming - Kiki Petrosino "Vigil"

Thunder making promises - Kiki Petrosino "Vigil"

Doling seeds & ant to nobody - Kiki Petrosino "Voice Lessons"

A nexus of language & feeling - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

The invisible arpeggio of a hummingbird's wing - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

Easy games for a spirit - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

Attach itself to some elemental source - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

Prospero warned me against walking alone - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

A visitor at some ancient ceremony - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

My affections refused to become tender - Kiki Petrosino "The Wish"

Like parrots from an opera - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

From an opera over the earth - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

Filmed over with moss-roses - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

Woody herbs burning our tongues - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

Wrangling life from the dirt - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

The warlocks of winter are dead - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"

To keep the calliope of dreams from sounding - Kiki Petrosino "Young"

While the feverish branches chafe - Kiki Petrosino "Young"

With its buried corkscrew of hate - Kiki Petrosino "Young"

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Stealing hearts without design - Ambrose Philips "To Miss Georgiana Carteret"

Hither, all the Grecian Nine - Ambrose Philips "To Miss Georgiana Carteret"

Every bud of thought display - Ambrose Philips "To Miss Georgiana Carteret"

Smooth as gently breathing gales - Ambrose Philips "To Miss Georgiana Carteret"

Language of resemblance choose - Ambrose Philips "To the Honourable Miss Carteret"

When again the linnets sing - Ambrose Philips "To the Honourable Miss Carteret"

When again the lambkins play - Ambrose Philips "To the Honourable Miss Carteret"

And the year in fresh attire - Ambrose Philips "To the Honourable Miss Carteret"

More inviting than the year - Ambrose Philips "To the Honourable Miss Carteret"

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Your thoughts in a virtual space - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 06801"

Sound as cracked as an eggshell - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 06801"

To subtract infinities from you - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 2n" ('n' should be superscript)

To wrestle with your heart - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 8"

Play a tune on xylophonic ribs - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 8"

More rhymes of what I'll miss - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 10-4"

Honor this costume of sleep - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 11PM"

First the goat, then the sheep - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 11PM"

Feel our separation in my bones - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 13"

My shrine of biochemistry - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 18k"

Warmer and kinder than brass - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 18k"

Who can play a solo symphony - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 33 1/3"

Verses sung wrong and loud - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 45"

Touched me without leaving fingerprints - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 411"

With a need for fire in human form - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 666"

Unmade bed of your customized hell - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 666"

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Broken chains, lying cankered with old blood-drops - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Spectred horrors from the graves of vengeance raised - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Magnolias gloom the earth with densest shades - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Where the snake and alligator lurk in endless everglades - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

The eagle builds his eyrie nearest to the fervid skies - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

The bloodhound's hellish baying stills the hunted bondman's cries - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Heaven's fire in dark-browed storms - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
As my soul's eye raised the shadows - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Curtains half concealed deeper horrors - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Breathe new souls into their names - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Where the ocean drifts its rhythms to the beach - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Free the mind from Old-World trammels - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Where firesides and altars govern hearts - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Came with hands and hearts o'erflowing - George B. Peck "The Vision: Inscribed to Teachers to Contrabands in the South" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

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Sullen prisoners in the body's cage - Alexander Pope "Elegy"

No bright reversion in the sky - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

The glorious fault of angels - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

That burn a length of years - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

As lamps in sepulchres - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

A sudden vengeance waits - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

While the long funerals blacken - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

Whose souls the Furies steeled - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

Thus unlamented pass - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

Or melt at others' woe - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

No friends in sable weeds appear - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

The first roses of the year - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

A heap of dust alone remains - Alexander Pope "Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady"

Armed in adamantine chains - Alexander Pope "Lines by a Person of Quality"

The bird of Juno stooping - Alexander Pope "Lines by a Person of Quality"

A few paternal acres bound - Alexander Pope "Ode on Solitude"

Not a stone tell where I lie - Alexander Pope "Ode on Solitude"

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Crowned and throned by lightning-legions - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Their voices ring through the echoing thunder-regions - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Our quest for the good that Fate has given - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Parching in its fever pain - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Many a tortured life is thirsting for a cooling draught - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

No purple vein from the mellow grape-heart bursting - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Despise starry isles in light embosomed - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Just because the rose has blossomed - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Steep his song in sunlit splendor - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Enchain dew-soft darks in silence tender - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Nor the bobolink's trill the less laughs - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Where the sun-crowned souls sit peerless - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Bees may drain a drop of hone - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Frowns at its shadow's answering frown - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Day and night are alike to him - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Stings his soul with a deeper despair - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Golden-winged through the glory swim - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Treads the ripened honey of clover heads - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

From the dazzling splendor of the burning clouds - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

A spring of deathless music welling - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

Murmured through my haunted brain - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

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The white searchlight's quivering spires - Herbert E. Palmer "Air Raid"

Shredding sweet silver down the din - Herbert E. Palmer "Air Raid"

Were banging God's Throne with their cellos - Herbert E. Palmer "Air Raid"

Villainous fellows for War's regalia - Herbert E. Palmer "The Bushrangers"

Staunched his wounds where the black guns bellow - Herbert E. Palmer "The Bushrangers"

And strive with Fear upon the heights - Herbert E. Palmer "Courage"

They shut him up in walls of night - Herbert E. Palmer "Courage"

Perching high upon the moon - Herbert E. Palmer "The End"

Played with soul-sinews cracking - Herbert E. Palmer "A Game of Chess"

To tell their anger at this clash of swords - Herbert E. Palmer "Nature in War-Time"

Had deluged the earth with their rage - Herbert E. Palmer "The New Beginning"

To shatter the quiet of the skies - Herbert E. Palmer "The New Beginning"

Waking dead stars to new birth - Herbert E. Palmer "The New Beginning"

With Truth's jailer at the door - Herbert E. Palmer "Prophecy"

But his soul was knit to the whirlwind - Herbert E. Palmer "A Sinn Feiner"

Fen mists but shrouded the flame - Herbert E. Palmer "A Sinn Feiner"

With the devil's cards for luck - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

Reckless squander of Joy's hoard - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

Danced in clinging robes of Light - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

Beauty smiled in the arms of Terror - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

And diced with the minions of Night - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

The pirate fleets of Heaven sweep forth - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

Swiftness on the gray feet of the wind - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

The doors of darkness tremble - Herbert E. Palmer "Two Fishers"

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A faith that weakly dies - Arthur Caswell Parker "Faith"

Overcast by clouds of doubt - Arthur Caswell Parker "Faith"

To match the gleams of heaven's night - Arthur Caswell Parker "Faith"

Shall prove its sterling worth - Arthur Caswell Parker "My Race Shall Live Anew"

To struggle and claim his own - Arthur Caswell Parker "My Race Shall Live Anew"

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Welcome wraiths of joyous nights - W. Theodore Parkes "Bohemians, Hail!"

Whirling clouds of glory - W. Theodore Parkes "Bohemians, Hail!"

Incense of the social weed - W. Theodore Parkes "Bohemians, Hail!"

Where we sang with midnight - W. Theodore Parkes "Bohemians, Hail!"

A rainbow thro' the mist of grief - W. Theodore Parkes "Bohemians, Hail!"

With a husk of mould and rust - W. Theodore Parkes "The Ghosts of Hampton Court"

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By virtue of my choice - Coventry Patmore "The Angel in the House: Prologue"

Severing thus the truth from trope - Coventry Patmore "The Angel in the House: Prologue"

Outlines occult of abstract scope - Coventry Patmore "The Angel in the House: Prologue"

Unworthy of a serious song - Coventry Patmore "The Angel in the House: Canto I: Preludes II: Love's Reality"

From love's abysmal ether - Coventry Patmore "The Angel in the House: Canto I: Preludes III: The Poet's Confidence"

Through the senses' silvery haze - Coventry Patmore "The Happy Husband"

In vain disorder grasps the cup - Coventry Patmore "Joy"

Only tastes of earth and guilt - Coventry Patmore "Joy"

On settled poles turn solid joys - Coventry Patmore "Joy"

Wake and watch while others sleep - Coventry Patmore "The Shadow of Night"

Till sight and hearing ache - Coventry Patmore "The Shadow of Night"

Mark the life that haunts the emptiness - Coventry Patmore "The Shadow of Night"

Notes that make darkness bright - Coventry Patmore "The Shadow of Night"

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A memory of where the bird should be - Walter Pavlich "Awareness"

Silence goes unlistened to - Walter Pavlich "Awareness"

Crows gossip shoulder to shoulder - Walter Pavlich "Awareness"

Who decide to take their shadows with them - Walter Pavlich "Awareness"

Shadows the color of moss at dusk - Walter Pavlich "Road with Five Waterfalls"

With green deep in their throats - Walter Pavlich "Road with Five Waterfalls"

Carry the first cupfuls of night - Walter Pavlich "Road with Five Waterfalls"

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The free breeze of the prairie - Peter Perkins Pitchlynn "Song of the Choctaw Girl"

The tree my father planted - Peter Perkins Pitchlynn "Song of the Choctaw Girl"

Far away toward the setting sun - Peter Perkins Pitchlynn "[Will you go with me]"

For me to love among the flowers - Peter Perkins Pitchlynn "[Will you go with me]"

Love among the songs of birds - Peter Perkins Pitchlynn "[Will you go with me]"

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The initial blooms shrivel - Cherise Pollard "Nodes of Growth"

Dust on the window ledge - Cherise Pollard "Nodes of Growth"

Roots brimming the pot's rim - Cherise Pollard "Nodes of Growth"

Got my first orchid at fifty - Cherise Pollard "Nodes of Growth"

Fighting against our assumption - Cherise Pollard "Nodes of Growth"

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Majestic in its dark decay - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Bridal of Belmont"

And envy all your younger brothers - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Bridal of Belmont"

The owl that dwells in the hollow tree - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Bridal of Belmont"

Her trophies now are wounded hearts - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "Chivalry at a Discount"

Shield her from the jaws of flame - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Drachenfels"

An eagle pierced on his cloudy throne - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Drachenfels"

The secret chambers of my thought - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Drachenfels: L'Envoi IV"

Your garden raises only weeds - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Haunted Tree"

In the treasury of the moon - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Haunted Tree"

By the heat of the heavy air - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Teufel-Haus"

Of elegant speeches sadly wasted - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Teufel-Haus"

The hollow toll of the turret bell - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Legend of the Teufel-Haus"

But he thought not of the reeds - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Red Fisherman; or, the Devil's Decoy"

Echoed from the dungeon stone - Winthrop Mackworth Praed "The Red Fisherman; or, the Devil's Decoy"

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Gills hidden under keloid skin - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Forging rivers, navigating times, and crossing gulfs - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Surfaced on Gulf shoals and riverbanks - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Swallowing salted prayer drops - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Give us salinity to float in the betweens - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Water pouring from spaces between soil and root - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

To carry me through the hurricane - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

Holding our breath across generations - Rain Prud'homme-Cranford "Gills"

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Where the nightshade trumpets cry slow - Joy Priest "The Black Outside"

Into this milieu of militant affection - Joy Priest "The Black Outside"

Where the whole body becomes a drum - Joy Priest "The Black Outside"

Out into the absurd emerald universe - Joy Priest "The Black Outside"

Tearing the calluses of bark from our wounds - Joy Priest "The Black Outside"

In the memory my mother shares - Joy Priest "Denial is a Cliff We Are Driven Over"

That denial a peril - Joy Priest "Denial is a Cliff We Are Driven Over"

The voice of the dead whispering history - Joy Priest "Denial is a Cliff We Are Driven Over"

Down this interstate of solitude - Joy Priest "Looking for the Beautiful Things"

Beauty too bright for camouflage - Joy Priest "When I See the Stars in the Night Sky"

A constellation twinned with mine - Joy Priest "When I See the Stars in the Night Sky"

Collapsing my life into a vacuum - Joy Priest "When I See the Stars in the Night Sky"

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Sapphire in Heaven's floor inlaid - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

Of the rapt seraph breathing - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

All the glowing spheres of paradise - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

Fragrant with celestial thyme - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

Though great Urania guide her flight - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

Love beyond created sight - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

Breathes the virtue of the Seraphim - Conde Benoist Pallen "Maria Immaculata"

To the kiss of the winds above - Conde Benoist Pallen "The Raising of the Flag"

Flushing valour's cheek with flame - Conde Benoist Pallen "The Raising of the Flag"

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In the gritty limbo of scrub pine - Gregory Pardlo "Antebellum"

Sanctuary for renegades and shamans - Gregory Pardlo "Antebellum"

Pigeons shift in congress - Gregory Pardlo "Atlantic City Sunday Morning"

The pixels of light depicting the world - Gregory Pardlo "Atlantic City Sunday Morning"

A junkyard of church bells - Gregory Pardlo "Atlantic City Sunday Morning"

Fears no law of diminishing returns - Gregory Pardlo "Atlantic City Sunday Morning"

By North Star or candlelight - Gregory Pardlo "Copyright"

The confinement of plain sight - Gregory Pardlo "Copyright"

Cloaked in a prepaid identity - Gregory Pardlo "Epistemology of the Phone Booth"

The enigma of the wanted - Gregory Pardlo "Epistemology of the Phone Booth"

Wrenching stutters like rivets off my tongue - Gregory Pardlo "Epistemology of the Phone Booth"

The universal ballad of the waiting room - Gregory Pardlo "Epistemology of the Phone Booth"

The history of qualified immunity - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata 4"

The threat a son implies - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata 8"

Like a lost mitten on a fencepost - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata 8"

He who conjured the corona - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata 8"

Foreseen his own eclipse - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata 8"

A cursed bouquet of love-me-nots - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata: On Faith"

Hatched from a broken law - Gregory Pardlo "Giornata: On Faith"

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Horror of outcast darkness torn - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

Timeless agony of the white fire - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

Heaped high by blinded Stars - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

Out of the midmost Fire at last - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

Cradled above unfathomable doom - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

Their glories, scarlet-stained and golden - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

All a crumbled dust beneath the feet - Josephine Preston Peabody "Canticle of the Babe"

And a lock of silver wool - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Enchanted Sheep-Fold"

Who will hush that cry outside the doors - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

It is her silences binds me unreleased - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Her moonlit silence at the door - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

And drown her keener silence, silver-sharp - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Viols of the night with colors lost in umber - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

With sweet pain of richest world's desire - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Through my mirth and underneath my sleep - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

To persuade iron and fire and marble - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

The little fruitless seed deep sown - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Of fire within the midmost gloom - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Sapphires blue and wise with farthest twilight - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Weave me from all lovely dust - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

These weltering alleys keep their outcast treasury - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Feaster"

Imperial hostage of the dust - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

The unshapen dust of earth without a face - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

The singing makes of me my own desire - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

Even as a potter shaping Eden clay - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

As the Sea weaves her path before the light - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

Because of some commandment in the stars - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Foundling"

As a broken star out of the Dark - Josephine Preston Peabody "Gladness"

Over my heart's dark shuddering - Josephine Preston Peabody "Gladness"

Unearthly lights on everything - Josephine Preston Peabody "Gladness"

Torn treasure of my heart's Desire - Josephine Preston Peabody "Gladness"

The roads are blind with storm - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Golden Shoes"

Eyes that fail after a spring deferred - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Long Lane"

All the wild bloom and reach of dreams - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Long Lane"

Where peace never falls upon the air - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Long Lane"

And Sorrow may not sit alone - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Long Lane"

Must struggle even for memory - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Long Lane"

Through all the summer-time we followed - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Where Salerno day-dreams in the noon - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

That speech toward which all hearts do ache - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Forever writ in water of bright tears - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Once shook to surging overflow - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Still throbbing in the flooded shell of silence - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

But sing for whom the walls shut in - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Lost in mutterings of the loom - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Pay the devouring days their all - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Parted indeed by more than makes the Sea - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

No memories abide to star the music-haunted dark - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Where there haunt the world's forgotten - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Where men reap not, though they plant - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

Who prayed a largesse where there was no dearth - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Nightingale Unheard"

The thousand broken names and way - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"

Are but shards we wandered through - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"

Through the dead smoke of myriad sacrifice - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"

To pour wine to the Unknown God - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"

Shone with the glow the sunset weaves - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Prophet"

Golden windows gazing from the shore - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Cobbled with the anguished stones that the thoroughfare disowns - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Stones they gave you for your bread - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Crowding in the dregs of doom - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Underneath the stones of weeping - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Where fevered lamps are set to stare - Josephine Preston Peabody "Rich Man, Poor Man"

Sang above the vineyards of the world - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

The vines with woven hands clambered and clung - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Unfurled triumphing green above the barren lands - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Laughed to scorn the ancient threat of deserts - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

To this last ambush of the Market-place - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Only heart-beats loud with wrong - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

A fugitive whom the World forbids to live - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Nightmare shot with waking pangs - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Where we pen these unsightly shards of men - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Measure in his broken strength - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Gifts we stored the ages through - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Monsters made of stone and nerve - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

To sweep away our guilt before the sky - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Flooding the waste of this dishonored Star - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Singing Man"

Take all their mirth away with them - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

Woods with beckoning wonders new unfurled - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

The rulers of the darkness of this world - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

To see a reed so shaken by the wind - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

Warped outcasts of some human forestry - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

Two arms outstretched to fold the world - Josephine Preston Peabody "The Trees"

Keep the watch for stars and sun - Josephine Preston Peabody "Vestal Flame"

Once my dreams were wise - Josephine Preston Peabody "Vestal Flame"

These two hands to bar the wind - Josephine Preston Peabody "Vestal Flame"

To ward and worship all the light it sends - Josephine Preston Peabody "Vestal Flame"

In despite of all vigils set - Josephine Preston Peabody "Vestal Flame"

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In body one with the hermit folk - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Putting the market place behind - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Swift arrows like gadflies in flight - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

A belt of brightness - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

An orbit of deeps - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Learning has no constant master - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Lotus blossoms reach out and unfurl - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Green mallows enfolding the dew - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

White scallions with frost on their spines - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

Our spirits join at journey's midpoint - P'an Yueh "Thinking of My Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

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Bao Zhao is the more correct form of the poet's name, but Pao Chao is what was used in the Project Gutenberg book where I found these. This is on my list of things to correct, but I may never get to it because it will take hours.

Spoons of jade mixing magic cinnabar - Pao Chao "In Imitation of 'The King of Huai-nan'" transl. by Burton Watson

Nine gates to the vermilion city - Pao Chao "In Imitation of 'The King of Huai-nan'" transl. by Burton Watson

A fastness of double rivers - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Wealth to be wrung from fields of salt - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

With magnets to guard against assault - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Russet clay to lend the fancy of design - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Halls are laced with vipers - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Musk deer and flying squirrels quarrel by the stairs - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Howl at the wind, whimper in the rain - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Hungry falcons whet their beaks - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

A jungle of weeds and brush - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

Do not lie dwindling in the dust - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

To make so many taste sorrow - Pao Chao "Rhyme-Prose on the Desolate City" transl. by Burton Watson

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Rebuilding our house in a better glory - Simone Person "Awkwafina Clarifies That She's Appreciating, Not Appropriating (in Black American Sentences)"

Replacing the sour with sweet - Simone Person "Awkwafina Clarifies That She's Appreciating, Not Appropriating (in Black American Sentences)"

Defanged marionette, flattened clown - Simone Person "Awkwafina Clarifies That She's Appreciating, Not Appropriating (in Black American Sentences)"

Had to go hunting for scraps - Simone Person "Awkwafina Clarifies That She's Appreciating, Not Appropriating (in Black American Sentences)"

Use the harmony of our bones - Simone Person "Awkwafina Clarifies That She's Appreciating, Not Appropriating (in Black American Sentences)"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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Ghosts of friends follow us here - Paul Park "Ragnarok"

Powder and brimstone from his store - Paul Park "Ragnarok"

Built of cinderblocks and barbed wire - Paul Park "Ragnarok"

A storm out of nothing strikes - Paul Park "Ragnarok"

Standing near the spitting fire - Paul Park "Ragnarok"

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Years of a morning routine - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

Thousands of miles spent in solitude - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

Listening to the gentle rhythm of motion - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

With such play in their hearts - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

Dormant tears stream down my face - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

Lesson as clear as their aura of innocence - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

Teaching me how to love the world again - Brad Peacock "A Morning in Thailand"

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Who carry with them the many names of the dead - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"

Transfigures to woven bramble - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"

Will let sparrows build their nest there - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"

And wear their house as a crown - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"

Came ashore crowned with salt and sea glass - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

Spelling ruination in the veins of your wrist - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

The clouds shattered over the coastline - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

All parts of you surfacing for air - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

Legends would be written about us in the language of cranes - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

The penumbra of a redwood across frozen ground - Kailee Pedersen "Four Sea Interludes"

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Where the hill foxes roam - Henry Scott Riddell "The Bower of the Wild"

Taught them to bloom round my bower - Henry Scott Riddell "The Bower of the Wild"

From the dawning shall borrow - Henry Scott Riddell "Flora's Lament"

To chase the dark sorrow - Henry Scott Riddell "Flora's Lament"

In the light of the weapons we wield - Henry Scott Riddell "The Grecian War Song"

Yet more bright shall return - Henry Scott Riddell "We'll Meet Yet Again"

Where the wild daisies sleep - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Glen All Is Still"

Braiding in drops of the gloaming - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Glen All Is Still"

Of dark fortune's decreeing - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Glen All Is Still"

And the bells of the heather are wet - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

With the drops of the deep-lying dew - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

Noontide displays all its power - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

And the flocks to the valley return - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

With her fingers of shadowy light - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

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That final strip of light on the horizon - Cynthia Pelayo "Afterglow"

Left to wander Dante's black forest - Cynthia Pelayo "Afterglow"

Embraces me with her rusted hope - Cynthia Pelayo "Casa Juicio Final"

More varied and bright than the stars - Cynthia Pelayo "La Noche que en el Sur lo Velaron"

Baptized by the stars and liberated - Cynthia Pelayo "Remordimiento por Cualquier Muerte"

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Burst full and glorious on my wondering eyes - J.G. Percival "Life: a Sonnet" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

A boundless future sweeps in golden day - J.G. Percival "Life: a Sonnet" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Play in truth's eternal sunbeams - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

The soul can take no lower flight - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

Untamed by all its fatal wanderings - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

Folly claimed too large a portion - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

Soar on wings of lightning - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

Cold nights of moral darkness - J.G. Percival "The Soul"

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Lull of storms and tempest bleak - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

Violets' breath and primrose rays - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

Dreamy days of golden hours - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

Greeting the wan autumn days - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

Wailing storms and weeping skies - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

While the moaning blast goes by - C.I. Pringle "The Last Year" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.121-v.III, 24 April 1886]

Poet at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.

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My father never needed a compass - Rosalie Sanara Petrouske "True North"

Told time by the sun's position - Rosalie Sanara Petrouske "True North"

When shadows grew long and slanted - Rosalie Sanara Petrouske "True North"

Through golden tamaracks in autumn - Rosalie Sanara Petrouske "True North"

His hands were the needle of my compass - Rosalie Sanara Petrouske "True North"

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To taste the salt of exertion - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

To step into our desires as if they were owed us - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

Pressed up against that which we cannot control - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

Plunge forward without thought for consequence - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

Along trajectories that ignite - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

In the light of a contented sky - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

Rhythms passed on by previous purveyors of stardust - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

Grown in the fat of our marrow - Kathryn Petruccelli "Instinct"

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There has always been an index - Rena Priest "The Index"

In a treaty at the dawn of time - Rena Priest "The Index"

Woven of sunshine, water, and birdsong - Rena Priest "Tour of a Salmonberry"

A luminous spiral, a golden basket - Rena Priest "Tour of a Salmonberry"

Debut, spectacular in the landscape - Rena Priest "Tour of a Salmonberry"

The shimmering secret kept by rain - Rena Priest "Tour of a Salmonberry"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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A sudden and catastrophic world - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Force Drift (VII)"

Each living gesture precarious - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Force Drift (VII)"

Some will need the attack of song - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Some will crackle along the clouted grain - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Some would blind you if you didn't turn away - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

The mock of law within the letter of the law - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

The law gone intense with lawlessness - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Soaking up the cell's red smear - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Redacted to the point of impunity - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Others under erasure will disclose the truth - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Computations astronomical, algorithm and star-law - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

The constellation through negation - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Out under the field of data-points - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Somewhere in the blank spaces of the data-set - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

The falling stars, the fallen suns and numbers - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Caught between brackets and barricades - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

Where critique is protest, and protest vision - Jeffrey Pethybridge "Note on Method"

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No calculations of your galactic guilt - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist as a Satellite, Petulant"

The spot where someone should have planted a tree - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist as a Twelve-Year-Old Girl"

The hydrogen core of some small man's darkness - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist, Gaslit"

Sit vigil under a sky of shifting indigo - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist in the NICU"

A stack of collapsed compartments - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Reading the Newspaper"

Marble mornings through the slate of evening - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"

Dead stars who still sent light - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"

Every fairy tale requires a bridge - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"

Squeezing light out of a rock - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"

Each arm a branch raised in offering - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Throwing a Dinner Party While the City Burns"

Bathed herself in wood ash and sand - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Watching the Election Results Come In"

Whatever double-hung treason - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Watching the Election Results Come In"

Until they drown in our songs - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist with the Inventor of the Barometer"

No monument to all I have avoided - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist with the Inventor of the Barometer"

Our bodies have spoken in code - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist with Three Moons"

The backroad switchbacks of his double helix - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist with Three Moons"

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Throwing good years after bad - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

A monument to all you haven't done - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

Hold your breath when you land - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

See you winking back like the stars - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

Leaving a trail of stories unwinding - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

A storm come churning through the endless sky - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

Afraid of what it will summon - Lauren Parker "Miranda"

Poet's bio at Strange Horizons website.

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An answer earned, inscribe in bubbles - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Bubbles reflecting an inverse crown - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Whip-stitched into the lining of that question - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Good and bad like rhinestones dressing up inevitability - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Conjuring stars or demons or cramps - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Perched on the lip of a bubbling cauldron - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Spent decades learning how best to melt - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

The creases between the red light and the green - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

From clubs to hearts to doorsteps - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

Spreading dark spots to remind the world - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"

The moon fell into my coffee - Marisca Pichette "Waning, Waning"

Tasted midnights and dawns, delayed twilight - Marisca Pichette "Waning, Waning"

Cold, reflected light just wishing to hang on - Marisca Pichette "Waning, Waning"

Inscribed in bubbles reflecting an inverse crown - Marisca Pichette "Are You A Good Witch"

Rhinestones dressing up inevitability - Marisca Pichette "Are You A Good Witch"

Melt from clubs to hearts to doorsteps - Marisca Pichette "Are You A Good Witch"

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Emptiness lives inside a radio - Lesyk Panasiuk "A Wartime Dream" transl. by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

Newspapers are now printed without letters - Lesyk Panasiuk "A Wartime Dream" transl. by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

Bullets of silence fly from my mouth - Lesyk Panasiuk "A Wartime Dream" transl. by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

I start shouting with my hands - Lesyk Panasiuk "A Wartime Dream" transl. by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

Just a dream which pretends it is an emptiness - Lesyk Panasiuk "A Wartime Dream" transl. by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

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We're going to build a ship some day - Miriam Clark Potter "A Ballad of Three"

A swift white ship in which to ride - Miriam Clark Potter "A Ballad of Three"

Drink some cream from a silver cup - Miriam Clark Potter "A Ballad of Three"

To fish up dreams for just us three - Miriam Clark Potter "A Ballad of Three"

Over a meadow of flowers came he - Miriam Clark Potter "Blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee"

I've ruined completely my suit of gold - Miriam Clark Potter "Blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee"

The use of dewdrops I cannot see - Miriam Clark Potter "Blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee"

Our eager hands would grasp them - Miriam Clark Potter "Bubbles"

Colors gleam and go in glad surprise - Miriam Clark Potter "Bubbles"

River sends her laughter-lights - Miriam Clark Potter "Bubbles"

Made of undreamed dreams glassed in morning dew - Miriam Clark Potter "Bubbles"

For even little breathless whiles - Miriam Clark Potter "Bubbles"

Flowers of light all shining and blossoming - Miriam Clark Potter "The Candle Tree"

When all other trees are asleep in the snow - Miriam Clark Potter "The Candle Tree"

Lest it fade like a dream-thing - Miriam Clark Potter "The Candle Tree"

How full and free they're blowing there - Miriam Clark Potter "The Children of the Wind"

The little children of the wind had crept inside - Miriam Clark Potter "The Children of the Wind"

Clinging fast holding to the friendly rope - Miriam Clark Potter "The Children of the Wind"

Children of the wind, why can't I see your faces? - Miriam Clark Potter "The Children of the Wind"

Where the air rests sweet on meadows of clover - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

From a gray rock-hill that touches the moon - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

And the Prince of the Wind comes out to ride - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

The river dreams as it moves to sea - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

The heaven above smiles tenderly - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

Her glad, bright smile to its depths she sends - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

And warms the earth in a learned way - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

The wind, in an anger, swept him away - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

And the shuddering shadows creep about - Miriam Clark Potter "The Common Things"

When the sunset light glows red between the trees - Miriam Clark Potter "The Cuddle-de-wees"

And set the echoes ringing in a room - Miriam Clark Potter "The Dolls"

With a cargo of baby dreams, of dolls and kittens - Miriam Clark Potter "The Dream-Ship"

Mittens and rose colored peppermint creams - Miriam Clark Potter "The Dream-Ship"

Three little dreams flew in from the south - Miriam Clark Potter "Dreams for Three"

And one was a dream of peaches and cream - Miriam Clark Potter "Dreams for Three"

Spread with the round moon set for a dish - Miriam Clark Potter "Dreams for Three"

The last little dream was the best of all - Miriam Clark Potter "Dreams for Three"

Makes us sugar things to eat - Miriam Clark Potter "Dutch Katrina"

Shadows deep behind you - Miriam Clark Potter "Dutch Katrina"

She filled the lamps of evening - Miriam Clark Potter "The Fairy's Name was Whisper"

When she'd hung the mists out - Miriam Clark Potter "The Fairy's Name was Whisper"

Sit in the sky and study the clouds - Miriam Clark Potter "Fire-flies"

With the stern moon to watch them - Miriam Clark Potter "Fire-flies"

All through the pasture bars of sleep - Miriam Clark Potter "The Flock of Dreams"

My flock of dreams come home to me - Miriam Clark Potter "The Flock of Dreams"

Two and one, and three, and two again - Miriam Clark Potter "The Flock of Dreams"

Twelve little birds fly by in a row - Miriam Clark Potter "The Flying Hours"

Twelve little owls fly by in a row - Miriam Clark Potter "The Flying Hours"

A little wind went with me - Miriam Clark Potter "The Highest Hill in Happy Town"

Waiting me at the end of Sunlight Street - Miriam Clark Potter "The Highest Hill in Happy Town"

The wagons go along the little crooked streets - Miriam Clark Potter "The Highest Hill in Happy Town"

Tiny reaper folk go piling up the hay - Miriam Clark Potter "The Highest Hill in Happy Town"

A whisper, a shadow, a lullaby - Miriam Clark Potter "How Sleep Was Made"

A glint of gold from the evening sky - Miriam Clark Potter "How Sleep Was Made"

The wind that blows where the poppy grows - Miriam Clark Potter "How Sleep Was Made"

The drowsy song that the river knows - Miriam Clark Potter "How Sleep Was Made"

And then in rapture began to sing - Miriam Clark Potter "How Sleep Was Made"

Wind across the gable roofs singing sad - Miriam Clark Potter "Lady Mother"

Sing of stars and candlelight - Miriam Clark Potter "Lady Mother"

The sky is buttoned with the stars - Miriam Clark Potter "The Lady Night"

Had builded it up at the rainbow's end - Miriam Clark Potter "The Laughter-Mill"

The lighthouse lamp is fast asleep - Miriam Clark Potter "The Lighthouse Lamp"

Dreams of the ships that listen when you call - Miriam Clark Potter "The Lighthouse Lamp"

Of magic night and burning day - Miriam Clark Potter "The Little Rug from Persia"

The road wound upward, to the hill of sleep - Miriam Clark Potter "Little Sister of the Moon"

The shadows gathered, and dancing lessons gave - Miriam Clark Potter "Little Sister of the Moon"

The owl's child saw her going, and blinked a sober eye - Miriam Clark Potter "Little Sister of the Moon"

She must keep the little stars awake - Miriam Clark Potter "Little Sister of the Moon"

She mixes sweets with fire and dew - Miriam Clark Potter "Little Sister of the Moon"

Far behind the looking glass - Miriam Clark Potter "The Looking Glass"

A line of shadows, marching down - Miriam Clark Potter "The March of the Shadows"

Their Shadow-King in silence leads them - Miriam Clark Potter "The March of the Shadows"

Every blossom wears a silver crown - Miriam Clark Potter "The March of the Shadows"

Rushing in from jungle lands of sky - Miriam Clark Potter "The March Wind"

The river sings through its twisted miles - Miriam Clark Potter "May"

Hung the banner clouds out in the blue - Miriam Clark Potter "May"

The moon is drowned in the little brown pool - Miriam Clark Potter "The Moon in the Pool"

The stars must be weeping, and hiding their eyes - Miriam Clark Potter "The Moon in the Pool"

Sending clouds to hunt over the skies - Miriam Clark Potter "The Moon in the Pool"

When the little night wing finds her sleeping - Miriam Clark Potter "The Moon in the Pool"

Sit on that tree and gossip with me - Miriam Clark Potter "The Owl"

The wind is caught in the lilac bush - Miriam Clark Potter "The Pilot Wind"

And leave you there with the rudder in your hand - Miriam Clark Potter "The Pilot Wind"

When I have grown a yard or so - Miriam Clark Potter "A Plaint"

Gray fog folds the houses round - Miriam Clark Potter "Princess Fire"

Great bleak wind from northern lands - Miriam Clark Potter "Princess Fire"

To your cold realms I banish you - Miriam Clark Potter "Princess Fire"

Little fingers knocking on the pane - Miriam Clark Potter "Rain-on-the-Roof"

In the veil of cobwebs dressed - Miriam Clark Potter "Rain-on-the-Roof"

Shadows, dust, and cobwebs all around - Miriam Clark Potter "Rain-on-the-Roof"

The road that leads from Glad Today - Miriam Clark Potter "The Road to Glad Tomorrow"

I thought each turn would be the last - Miriam Clark Potter "Roads"

Down beside a twist of stream - Miriam Clark Potter "Roads"

Across a bridge, all tumbled and forlorn - Miriam Clark Potter "Roads"

For strange delights are waiting me - Miriam Clark Potter "Roads"

And toss a golden comet for a ball - Miriam Clark Potter "Rocking Song"

Never a truant so brave has been - Miriam Clark Potter "Runaway River"

Tumbling and heaping about the door - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

The children the sandman goes to see - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

Go sprinkle the sea-sand upon their eyes - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

Quite unknown to the brown sandman - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

With magical sugar, sweet as a rose - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

Till he's lost in the stars of the milky way - Miriam Clark Potter "The Sandman's Wife"

Judge of all the water things - Miriam Clark Potter "The Solemn Frog"

Go hide among the darkest weeds - Miriam Clark Potter "The Solemn Frog"

Down deep, among the dungeon weeds - Miriam Clark Potter "The Solemn Frog"

And there repent your wicked deeds - Miriam Clark Potter "The Solemn Frog"

He's old as all the years there are - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Lighter"

Standing on the hill-top, he can light the farthest star - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Lighter"

Touched them with his magic torch of light - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Lighter"

Up on the waves of the great sea-sky - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Ships"

Where the moon island dreamily floats - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Ships"

Their light trembles down on my face - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Ships"

Send my heart's dearest wish in my place - Miriam Clark Potter "The Star-Ships"

Clover-top and berry-bloom, and haycocks in the sun - Miriam Clark Potter "Summer Weather"

Some birds belong to the sky and hills - Miriam Clark Potter "The Swans"

They all belong to the free outdoors - Miriam Clark Potter "The Swans"

Out in the dark the wind rides past - Miriam Clark Potter "Tea Time"

Our shadows are big on the wall - Miriam Clark Potter "Tea Time"

Warm Thanksgiving fires are burning - Miriam Clark Potter "Thanksgiving Kitchen Song"

Plays tag among the melon vines - Miriam Clark Potter "Thanksgiving Kitchen Song"

Straight my ship sails home to you - Miriam Clark Potter "To the Little Girl Next Door"

When I go to fight the bear in the woodpile - Miriam Clark Potter "To the Little Girl Next Door"

The hours of sun are all but gone - Miriam Clark Potter "The Twilight Man"

From drowsy lands of purpleness the winds come - Miriam Clark Potter "The Twilight Man"

Holds shadows now where banded bees have been - Miriam Clark Potter "The Twilight Man"

Tuck in the edges of the dark around the weary town - Miriam Clark Potter "The Twilight Man"

The road away to the walls of Twilight Town - Miriam Clark Potter "Twilight Town"

Wander slow down the shadow street - Miriam Clark Potter "Twilight Town"

Fingers to their lips they lift - Miriam Clark Potter "Twilight Town"

The watchword there is Rest - Miriam Clark Potter "Twilight Town"

Come up with us in the pasture sky - Miriam Clark Potter "The Two Little Flocks"

Trying to fly with hard little feet for wings - Miriam Clark Potter "The Two Little Flocks"

Sheep of the earth and sheep of the sky - Miriam Clark Potter "The Two Little Flocks"

Round umbrella tops gleam among the falling drops - Miriam Clark Potter "Umbrellas"

We drop our stones upon the lake - Miriam Clark Potter "A Warning"

Swimming down below, where coolest peace prevails - Miriam Clark Potter "A Warning"

Reach to meet the coming breeze - Miriam Clark Potter "The Windmill Country"

To see the windmills drop their arms - Miriam Clark Potter "The Windmill Country"

To twinkle so on dark and windy nights - Miriam Clark Potter "The Yellow City Lights"

All magnificent, but cold and far away - Miriam Clark Potter "The Yellow City Lights"

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Catch a weasel asleep - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Conroy's Gap"

After the stars hung out their lamps - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Conroy's Gap"

As pathless as ocean's foam - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Conroy's Gap"

In a city's smoke and steam - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "The Geebung Polo Club"

Where the breezes shake the grass - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "The Geebung Polo Club"

Where life's total sum is sleep - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "An Idyll of Dandaloo"

But a final glimpse reveals - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "The Man from Snowy River"

Their torn and rugged battlements - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "The Man from Snowy River"

The speed to catch swallows - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Our New Horse"

Set forth their eloquent curses - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Our New Horse"

Must keep to a half-mile track - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Saltbush Bill"

Big lagoons where wildfowl play - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Travelling Post Office"

To fetch the wool away - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Travelling Post Office"

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The title which those silver tones assigned - P. "Sonnet on My Little Boy's First Trying to Say 'Pa-pa' [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.443 June 26, 1852]

Which careful memory in her folds has nursed - P. "Sonnet on My Little Boy's First Trying to Say 'Pa-pa' [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.443 June 26, 1852]

Sounds the sweetest of all silvery tones - P. "Sonnet: On Overhearing a Little Child (a Visitor) Saying 'Mamma' in the Next Room" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, 24 April 1852]

That a simple sound should reach so deep - P. "Sonnet: On Overhearing a Little Child (a Visitor) Saying 'Mamma' in the Next Room" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, 24 April 1852]

And flood my heart with thoughts - P. "Sonnet: On Overhearing a Little Child (a Visitor) Saying 'Mamma' in the Next Room" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, 24 April 1852]

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The linked 'bio' says there's no certainty that both poems are by the same pseudonymous author. Based on the topics, titles, and style, I am assuming that they are by the same person.

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Tens of thousands upon the tongue - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Study Guide Toward Naturalization of the Mouth"

All those days for mastery - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Study Guide Toward Naturalization of the Mouth"

I ghost wrote a letter - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Study Guide Toward Naturalization of the Mouth"

The faint brown of a martyr's soil - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Study Guide Toward Naturalization of the Mouth"

The miracle crossing of another boundary - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Women of the 1980s"

Hid their names behind other names - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Women of the 1980s"

Entered their apartments at twilight - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Women of the 1980s"

With illicit seeds they grow - Maryam Ivette Parhizkar "Women of the 1980s"

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Must breathe another atmosphere - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Nepenthe-streams of ecstacies - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Habited in robes of light - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Feeling not a shade of doubt - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Lighting up the clouds of doubt - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Only the greatest souls can speak - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

And gladdens into hopes my fears - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

A squirrel caught at play - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

In mockery of care - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Trifling with each blade of grass - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

And leave an echo floating by - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

That flutter with a living sound - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

From the steadfast light of a star - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Too great to tarry questioning - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

No murmurs of our earthly air - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

The first gleam of Truth's morning - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Rich as the shower of Danae - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Ruling them with unfelt thrall - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Given to be a bright interpreter - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

The shapes of ghastly dreams - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

Dim terrors in the gloomy deep - H. Perceval "Callirhoe"

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The fruits of hollow-heartedness - Alexander Pushkin "[I've overlived aspirings]" transl. by John Pollen

While howls the wintry wind - Alexander Pushkin "[I've overlived aspirings]" transl. by John Pollen

No statue made with hands - Alexander Pushkin "A Monument" transl. by John Pollen

Above the pillar of Napoleon's pride - Alexander Pushkin "A Monument" transl. by John Pollen

In sacred strains my soul survives my dust - Alexander Pushkin "A Monument" transl. by John Pollen

Called forth mercy for the fallen throng - Alexander Pushkin "A Monument" transl. by John Pollen

Until Apollo calls the Bard - Alexander Pushkin "The Poet" transl. by John Pollen

Calls the Bard to share the holy sacrifice - Alexander Pushkin "The Poet" transl. by John Pollen

But once the sacred summons rings - Alexander Pushkin "The Poet" transl. by John Pollen

Earthly pleasures cease to charm - Alexander Pushkin "The Poet" transl. by John Pollen

To depths of whispering woods - Alexander Pushkin "The Poet" transl. by John Pollen

The holy six-winged seraphim - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

Open my inward vision flies - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

And in the valleys vines arise - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

The babbling tongue of vanity - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

The sting of serpent's subtlety - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

And forth my quivering heart he drew - Alexander Pushkin "The Prophet" transl. by John Pollen

Sable clouds by tempest driven - Alexander Pushkin "A Winter Evening" (translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi)

Like grim wolves howling - Alexander Pushkin "A Winter Evening" (translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi)

Some weary wanderer knocking - Alexander Pushkin "A Winter Evening" (translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi)

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One endless white furrow of water - Patrick Philips "Elegy with Oil in the Bilge"

Skirted the rocks and wrecked trawlers - Patrick Philips "Elegy with Oil in the Bilge"

Abandoned old jetties just under the water - Patrick Philips "Elegy with Oil in the Bilge"

Happens a dozen times some days - Patrick Phillips "Falling"

Always dwindling to just the two of us - Patrick Phillips "For Paul"

Woodsmoke rising to the ashy stars - Patrick Phillips "For Paul"

Used to chainsmoke on the mezzanine - Patrick Phillips "Galleria Ode"

Watch the escalator's endless crawl - Patrick Phillips "Galleria Ode"

Yellow lading slips among the weeds - Patrick Phillips "Galleria Ode"

Where it sleeps in green velvet - Patrick Phillips "The Guitar"

Crumble to dust in its arms - Patrick Phillips "The Guitar"

Waking with scalpels arrayed on my chest - Patrick Phillips "Having a Fight With You"

My heart a stalled engine - Patrick Phillips "Having a Fight With You"

Whispering everything twice - Patrick Phillips "Matinee"

An orchard behind the strip mall - Patrick Phillips "Matinee"

All that's left of what I was - Patrick Phillips "Piano"

Breeze blowing across its rusted strings - Patrick Phillips "Piano"

Each time she sings their secret song - Patrick Phillips "The Singing"

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Cold queen among the dead - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Follow me through storm or shine - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Walked with Wisdom, though they knew her not - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

From the under-world forever came a wind - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Over shoreless seas and fathomless deeps - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

When night fell on my running keel - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Fired to do the will of gods - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

All the sweetness of old days - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

A thousand tales of near escapes - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

Some land of wind and drifting leaves - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

To sleep without a star - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

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The sun ricocheting off the sea - Jon Pineda "Cinque Terre"

The language of age in her face - Jon Pineda "Cinque Terre"

Birds cawing over the broken earth - Jon Pineda "Cinque Terre"

Near its stones and chapel doors - Jon Pineda "Cinque Terre"

Before we struggled to hold light - Jon Pineda "Delayed Harvest"

Glimpse broken halos - Jon Pineda "Delayed Harvest"

Rainbows held low in their lanes - Jon Pineda "Delayed Harvest"

To return shadows into the river - Jon Pineda "Delayed Harvest"

Silent in the birth of another shadow - Jon Pineda "The Muse, or Stars Out on Interstate 81 South"

Barbed wire snapped from the line - Jon Pineda "The Muse, or Stars Out on Interstate 81 South"

Blood-colored rust rubbed into my hands - Jon Pineda "The Muse, or Stars Out on Interstate 81 South"

A glaze of cricket sounds & cool air - Jon Pineda "The Muse, or Stars Out on Interstate 81 South"

A thing of stars burnt into hooves - Jon Pineda "The Muse, or Stars Out on Interstate 81 South"

Enjoying the silence of bullets frozen - Jon Pineda "Translation"

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His stillness a form of motion - D.A. Powell "The Artist's Hand"

Separate from all thought - D.A. Powell "The Artist's Hand"

Enough rye whiskey to kill - D.A. Powell "[the cocktail hour finally arrives: whether ending a day at the office]"

A kind of savage caring - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

How time, the cruel banker, forecloses us - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

White as god's own ribs - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

Covet the seeds of the honey locust - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

Figured to be done with desire - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

Dispense with any evidence - D.A. Powell "corydon & alexis, redux"

In love with last chances - D. A. Powell "The Imaginal State"

Once with fish and once with wine - D.A. Powell "The Miracle of Giving"

The grain a pattern of tribute - D.A. Powell "The Miracle of Giving"

Ride backward into memory - D.A. Powell "Passing Through"

Took gladly the second chain - D.A. Powell "To Last"

Made her counsel with all sides - D.A. Powell "To Last"

Dominion in a golden age - D.A. Powell "To Last"

All bright jealous objects of desire - D.A. Powell "To Last"

Hijacked the Doppler radar screen - D.A. Powell "Useless Landscape"

Under the millet in the potter's plot - D.A. Powell "Useless Landscape"

Disaster's alkaline kiss - D.A. Powell "Useless Landscape"

The rattle of dice and spoons - D.A. Powell "Useless Landscape"

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A smudged white thumbprint on the night sky - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Blue Cup"

A mark left by the hand of Night - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Blue Cup"

Weaving the universe out of milky strings of chaos - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Blue Cup"

Drank the galaxy that spun small and cautious - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Blue Cup"

Tasting the bitter syllables of their history - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Great Migration"

Whirled in a thicket of fog - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Fields plowed and turned to winter - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Other spirits exhaled before dawn - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Crow whose one wing rests on the evening - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

While the other dusts off the morning star - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Tie a red flannel string around your waist - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Plant your roots when the moon is dark - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

Even if blood must sign your name - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"

A house on the street of broken dreams - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Street of Broken Dreams"

Guarding a house on the street of broken dreams - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Street of Broken Dreams"

They harvest weathered rocks - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Street of Broken Dreams"

Stumbling drunk through the subway turnstile - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Pennies for passage - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

A pocket charm to protect - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Teardrops of rosin harden and shine - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Throwing tires like horseshoes - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

The one who's going nowhere - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Sun sparkles under her feet - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Where sandy ground gives way to water - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

And the terror of what lies under - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

Silver dollars like tarnished moons - Minnie Bruce Pratt "The Subway Entrance"

The wings of an iron angel - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Walking Back Up Depot Street"

The town's parallel tracks - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Walking Back Up Depot Street"

Be joined by the memory of walking - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Walking Back Up Depot Street"

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I'm guessing that Geo. D. Prentiss and George D. Prentice are the same person. Both appear in the same magazine (Graham's) on Project Gutenberg but in different issues. I 100% might be wrong, but spelling in the 1850s can be weird.

Note that George D. Prentice is one of the white racists whose statues and such are gradually being removed. He wrote a lot of extremely racist editorials. His Wikipedia page is linked below so you can take a look if you're on the fence about whether or not that's a dealbreaker. I expect that other poets of this era had similarly terrible attitudes, but I rarely see it so prominently documented. (And, really, I may only have noticed because I was trying to prove or disprove the Prentiss/Prentice link. I often don't look far into poets' Wikipedia pages unless I'm otherwise interested.)

Imaged inn the sleeping stream - Geo. D. Prentiss "Lines [The Sunset's sweet and holy blush]"

Each with a timid drop of dew - Geo. D. Prentiss "Lines [The Sunset's sweet and holy blush]"

The pale full moon, in silent pride - Geo. D. Prentiss "Lines [The Sunset's sweet and holy blush]"

Touched by the holy wand of memory - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

Soft as twilight waters - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

To mingle with the skies - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

The viewless spirit of the zephyr - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

And mark it with their shining foot-prints - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

From the rose-tree of our hopes - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

Where many snares beset the path - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

Flower on memory's lonely stream - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

A holy star in retrospection's sky - George D. Prentice "Lines in Memory of My Lost Child"

Brightener of my soul's eclipse - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

Naiad of my soul's deep streams - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

Bright rainbow of life's stormy day - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

Soft dew-drop of my heart's one flower - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

On lightning pinions wild and free - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

And worships at thy burning shrine - Geo. D. Prentice "Lines Written on St. Valentine's Day"

The shadows of love's dream - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

The deep waves of memory's stream - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

The fiend of wild unrest - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

Forgive my burning dreams - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

To let forbidden thoughts go free - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

The victim of their stormy will - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

My voice in anguish calls - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

With mocking voice repeat the sound - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

But a painted mockery there - Geo. D. Prentice "Unhappy Love"

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Saluted the lions three - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

Ill eagles fair in the lion's lair - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

To the eagle leave the sky - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

Now is revenge for an ancient grudge - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

Who out upon Fate did call - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

His heart in the minstrel's hand - John Presland "A Ballad of King Richard"

So thickly sown with stars - John Presland "The Deluge"

A vase of ebon in a silver shroud - John Presland "The Deluge"

Nightingale with her ecstatic pain transfixed - John Presland "The Deluge"

Shadows cast by palace walls - John Presland "The Deluge"

That web of close-knit darkness - John Presland "The Deluge"

Crowned with stars for flowers - John Presland "The Deluge"

Like fever chill in fever burning - John Presland "The Deluge"

The secret riddle of this universe - John Presland "The Deluge"

Spare us last catastrophe - John Presland "The Deluge"

The call of quails across the desert - John Presland "The Deluge"

Truth approaches us on flaming wings - John Presland "The Deluge"

Nurtured for the hungry waters - John Presland "The Deluge"

May still retrieve its heart's Eurydice - John Presland "February"

Its undersong of silence born - John Presland "A January Morning"

Whose colour was but echo - John Presland "A January Morning"

Harmonies of wedded hue - John Presland "A January Morning"

With sun's November worth - John Presland "November"

One word dispel a cloud of tears - John Presland "November"

In the black December frost - John Presland "A Song"

Clean cast from Perfection's brain - John Presland "Tapestry"

With fingers thrice refined - John Presland "Tapestry"

Guarded by silver-footed antelope - John Presland "To a Robin in December"

Silver pipe of hope - John Presland "To a Robin in December"

Secret nature's treasure room - John Presland "To April"

Come back to the primroses again - John Presland "To J.F.W."

Glimmers through the footsteps of Persephone - John Presland "To J.F.W."

In his starry sphere remote - John Presland "To the Leaders of Both Parties January 1910"

The Protean shapes of evil - John Presland "To the Leaders of Both Parties January 1910"

Having knit, untie the knot - John Presland "A Villa on the Bay of Naples"

To lie beneath your foot in hell - John Presland "A Villa on the Bay of Naples"

For what the oak left unexpressed - John Presland "Wisdom and Youth"

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Have solved the mind-body problem - Terese Mason Pierre "A New Face"

The sputtering stench of an expiring form - Terese Mason Pierre "A New Face"

Haunted by grime and green water - Terese Mason Pierre "A New Face"

Pelting our consciousness into the graves of time - Terese Mason Pierre "A New Face"

Play out our fantasies in real life way - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Sweet taboo silhouetted against red temptation - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

A captured snake in a hot meadow - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

The tight-fitting black truth of my narrative - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Hands pressing pinpointed targets - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Siphoning memory like gas through fishnets - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Direction betrays my home body - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Nets of red teas and spiny shoes in the dark - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

Growing songs more delicious than your maps - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

To steal blood from stone - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

To warp hell into a nest - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

The right dance sets me free - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"

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Whose root claws at the midworld fire - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Cold and eternal gales - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

That buffets back slow time - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

And feel solidity's foundation stir - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Barren apples beard the rocks - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Rifted by years of rain - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Featureless winter of grief - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Feet that understand no path - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

And despair lays present ambush - Alan Porter "Introduction to a Narrative Poem"

Held imagination's candle high - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

Dazed all the dark with sweetness - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

Nor juggle with men's bones - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

Amid the tempest he aroused - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

Grudging to lose a pebble - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

After ill magics and long labours - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

And Socrates won hemlock - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

The seasonless monotonies of walls - Alan Porter "Life and Luxury"

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Elves on the shining sand - Josephine Pollard "The Dance on the Beach"

And anchor ourselves to the stars - Josephine Pollard "A Light Headed Family"

Harness the stars together - Josephine Pollard "The Moon Has a Host of Children"

Of rich and radiant dyes - Josephine Pollard "The Peacock's Train"

Scattering joy on every hand - Josephine Pollard "The Send Off"

Father Neptune's only daughter - Josephine Pollard "A Very Handsome Mermaid"

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The demons of the storm - E.J. Pratt "Carlo"

That clutched the widow's pulse - E.J. Pratt "The Conclusion of 'Rachel'"

Whistling interludes of death - E.J. Pratt "The Conclusion of 'Rachel'"

Notes of despair unuttered - E.J. Pratt "The Conclusion of 'Rachel'"

The moon's slow tapers burning - E.J. Pratt "The Dead Calm"

The distant brim of silent waters - E.J. Pratt "Evening"

Through Time's circling dust - E.J. Pratt "Evening"

Except the scream of some wild bird - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

The sun's white alchemy - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

Rosemary and thorn and thyme - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

Would exhaust the lavender of heaven - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

Before the smile of Ceres - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

From night's crystal bars - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

In wreaths of white stars - E.J. Pratt "Flashlights and Echoes"

Upon the flux of sand - E.J. Pratt "The Flood Tide"

Rifling Polaris and the Seven Stars - E.J. Pratt "The Fog"

The four threads of the compass - E.J. Pratt "The Fog"

A breath of unnamed pestilence - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

That buried hope with dust - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Forget November's hecatombs - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Dust around the season's tombs - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Like a crocus in the swamps of spring - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Find homes in thunder peals - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

The cool cloisters of the dawn - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

The torpor of earth's granite veins - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

The gift of minted treasure - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Earth's diurnal axis overruled - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

The latent rhythms of the daisies - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Dust gathers in my mouth - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Give the echo to your dancing words - E.J. Pratt "A Fragment from a Story"

Where sacred fires once burned - E.J. Pratt "The Hidden Scar"

That neither wind nor frost could close - E.J. Pratt "The Ice-Floes"

With the speed of hounds - E.J. Pratt "The Ice-Floes"

Like sheep in a storm - E.J. Pratt "The Ice-Floes"

Hail and white-flaked fantasy - E.J. Pratt "In a Beloved Home"

Swept by tidal power - E.J. Pratt "In Absentia"

The sky was but an anchor - E.J. Pratt "In Absentia"

Held months so saturnine - E.J. Pratt "In Absentia"

As ill-starred May and blank September - E.J. Pratt "In Absentia"

From earth's unstable shores - E.J. Pratt "In Memoriam"

With cryptic tokens of the slain - E.J. Pratt "In Retreat"

That guard the ports of life - E.J. Pratt "In Retreat"

Take the threads of faith apart - E.J. Pratt "In Retreat"

Filtered from life's confessions - E.J. Pratt "In Retreat"

The vortex of a lightless fate - E.J. Pratt "Loss of the Steamship Florizel"

All in November air - E.J. Pratt "Magnolia Blossoms"

Acid-etched upon her heart - E.J. Pratt "Magnolia Blossoms"

Fruit before the time of leaves - E.J. Pratt "Magnolia Blossoms"

Within the terrors of eclipse - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

Treasures of a wealth untold - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

This nameless triad of the years - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

Stir the ashes of our altars - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

Time on kindlier wings - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

The raven plumes of this December - E.J. Pratt "Ode to December, 1917"

Apparatus for detecting fog - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

The calculated way the wind uprises - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

A kettle full of juniper - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

In your mind's horizon - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

Would not another zero do - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

The evidence of the Fathers - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

From skeletons of serpents - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

Has wrought its destinies - E.J. Pratt "Overheard in a Cove"

Vouched for all that Solomon said - E.J. Pratt "The Passing of Jerry Moore"

Catching fish to pay his debts - E.J. Pratt "The Passing of Jerry Moore"

Merely the miracle of belief - E.J. Pratt "The Passing of Jerry Moore"

In raw December weather - E.J. Pratt "The Passing of Jerry Moore"

Beside that broken gate - E.J. Pratt "The Pine Tree"

Cover with a tranquil grace - E.J. Pratt "Re-Born"

Whom the winds had buffeted - E.J. Pratt "Re-Born"

White-winged mother of crags - E.J. Pratt "Re-Born"

A child of thy fevered unrest - E.J. Pratt "The Secret of the Sea"

Lies broken as with centuries - E.J. Pratt "Sea Variations"

Through the silent tenure of the night - E.J. Pratt "Sea Variations"

Bade the sterile moon to multiply - E.J. Pratt "Sea Variations"

Sent vast leagues of silver fire - E.J. Pratt "Sea Variations"

Part vulture, part wolf - E.J. Pratt "The Shark"

The eternal story of the sea - E.J. Pratt "The Toll of the Bells"

Ends like a sobbing wave - E.J. Pratt "The Toll of the Bells"

The bells' slow ocean tones - E.J. Pratt "The Toll of the Bells"

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Stole right in among the Lares - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Poring along the figured columns - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Worlds of starry thoughts appeared - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

To shape a form for glory's shrine - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Forgot that much would be required - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

As he closed his balance-sheet - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Aladdin's wealth scarce mounted faster - W.P.P. "Epistle to the Editor" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

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Tunes the sounding lyre - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

Lights the dark vale of sorrow - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

By prophets long foretold - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

Let kings and empires tremble - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

Fields of ice unbounded - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

Poured the ten plagues on Egypt - P.P. Pratt "The Millennium"

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To dress all in red and blood - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

Monsters that lurk in dark riverbanks - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

Vivid images and vicious roars - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

Dipped in questions and worry - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

Before your anger crushed the doors - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

With the residue of my screams - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

A nourishment of my empty soul - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

Deep in the center of my remade bones - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"

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Sad lagoons to bathe the icy stars - Magda Portal "Film Vermouth: Six O'Clock Show" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

Slashed by tiny blades of fear - Magda Portal "Film Vermouth: Six O'Clock Show" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

Illusionist of my puppet theatre - Magda Portal "Film Vermouth: Six O'Clock Show" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

The taut cord of the ultimate test - Magda Portal "Film Vermouth: Six O'Clock Show" transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

On the parallel sides of the present - Magda Portal [Untitled] transl. by Allan Francovich and Kathleen Weaver

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Who prays you all the way home - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha "Brown Love"

When war forces our hands - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha "Femme Futures"

If the border does not love us - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha "Femme Futures"

In the clouds ten years in the future - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha "Femme Futures"

When I hear us dream our futures - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha "Femme Futures"

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How did you explain the light - Maya C. Popa "Letter to Noah's Wife"

To read for signs of imminence - Maya C. Popa "One Way or Another"

The same river twice stepped in - Maya C. Popa "One Way or Another"

Rises gently on the harbor - Maya C. Popa "One Way or Another"

Come disguised as life - Maya C. Popa "One Way or Another"

But fracture on fact - Maya C. Popa "One Way or Another"

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An eye from the Creator - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Setting slowly over the cusp of the "new world" - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Kissing the Old World, softly to sleep - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Under the light of that unwanted dawn - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Around and around that quickly setting sun - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Singing songs from the wrong eagles - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

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Whose greens vary according to light and wind - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

Arranged its shade to let hearts of sunlight fall - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

The blessing of an open window - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

And walked barefoot on the sharp stones - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

The evil spirits will do as they please with our nights - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

As we sit together in the disappearing room - Cecily Parks "Hackberry"

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Scaffolds envelop the buildings - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

Iron fences line the streets - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

Wire screens surround the benches - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

Without passports or means of escape - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

No loitering without intent or purpose - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

Reply to the questions they might have asked - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

As time slowly propels us closer - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

Another night of apocalyptic dominos - Puma Perl "Domino Nights"

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Life promises only one sweet memory - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

The rest is a sea of chaos - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

In the endless, fathomless patterns - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

With all her makeup shades of gray and red - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

Falls in love with those icy eyes of chaos - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

The whirling turbulence of her sonnets - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

An empty pool of calmness and of cold - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

Fighting the currents of providence - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

Drawing him in to her bed of infinite recursion - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

Of equations that are deceivingly simple - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"

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By your vile arts dishonour'd and away - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

From every joy that animates this life - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

To you its bitterness exhale - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

Tempted by folly every scene pursue - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

Taste the draught of bitterness anew - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

Although two shillings in the pound can't pay - James Parkerson "An Address to a Wealthy Libertine / or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction"

From them no milk of kindness flow - James Parkerson "An Address to the Norfolk Yeoman on the Importation of Foreign Grain"

What now I feel in writing this adieu - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

First step to ruin was a love of dice - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

A bad acquaintance hurries on a crime - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

To trap the giddy in a thoughtless hour - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

And justice dooms you to a culprit's fate - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

And share alike in point of punishment - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

Should you dare to introduce a lie - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

The errors of an hardened prince - James Parkerson "The Convict's Farewell: with Advice to Criminals, before and after Trial"

A thousand sweet objects the mind to delight - James Parkerson "A Description of the Pine-apple at Towse"

Such as you'd wish to bestow on a friend - James Parkerson "A Description of the Pine-apple at Towse"

And makes us unwillling till late to depart - James Parkerson "A Description of the Pine-apple at Towse"

To stern afflictions forc'd to bow - James Parkerson "Ode to the Memory of the late lamented Sir Samuel Romilly"

Obtain a mandate to unloose the chain - James Parkerson "On Mr. L---"

Who late fell a martyr to malice and spleen - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

To play with our feelings and injure our peace - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

Feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

They first tax the nation and then pawn the land - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

When eternity's trial is found to be near - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

Made up of slander, corruption, and spleen - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

In a country so famous for speaking the truth - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"

Matured him in the paths of truth - James Parkerson "The Wiverton Boy; or, Sailor Returned"

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Whose Virtue gilds the world below - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Illume my darkness and direct my praise - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

And add my feather to the Eagle's wing - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Upborne awhile along the stream of time - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Within the circle of his wide domain - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Who makes his heavy burden weigh more light - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Scatters her golden lustre far and wide - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Within the narrow space of fifty years - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Made solitude appear amid the waste - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Each minor Planet which around him twines - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

And glisten round him in a silver blaze - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

And knowledge still extends the golden chain - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Had not sought these tempting lures in vain - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

So could Corruption's phalanx rest composed - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Smiled at the whirlwind, and defied the blast - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Honors which wear their glories for a day - Philo (c.1832) (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Or made the Oligarchal Tyrants strong - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Did not quite fill the trumpet of his fame - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Sought every means which wisdom can suggest - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Which gliding time is apt to introduce - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

Renders our Rights and Liberties secure - Philo (c.1832) "The Tribute: A Panegyrical Poem dedicated to the Honorable the Lady Ann Coke of Holkham Hall"

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We sought Pacific's tranquil seas - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

To thread the trackless, distant sea - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

With evening shades, return no more - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

Murmuring sounds of life upon another shore - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

Pierce far away the midnight gloom - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

The fog-horn's warning tone wake echoes from the cliffs - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

Takes a plunge among the luckless throng - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

And joined their notes with whispering breeze - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

Fit shrines for wisdom's queen - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

A witching spell about us throw - Laura Ann Young Pinney "Within the Golden Gate"

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The black river beneath the desert of the world - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

Anubis endlessly brought forth the dead - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

A feather from Ma'at's radiant head - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

Ammut snapped up their hearts and swallowed - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

Thoth closed his book of records and wept - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

The decadent ruin where expatriate gods live - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

Weighed against something lighter than life - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

Her tea tastes more like dust every day - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"

In the event that you are bitten by an angel - Tim Pratt "Angel Bites"

Remember your sins in vivid detail - Tim Pratt "Angel Bites"

Melt into a faintly honey-scented mist - Tim Pratt "Angel Bites"

And remind myself what the cold feels like - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Engulfer"

A playmate of the Northern Lights - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Laughing Blood"

With the jewels of dead warriors adorning its teeth - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"

Taproots growing down through treasure caverns - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"

Gnawing at the endings of your nerves - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"

Eating the corpses of your memories - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"

Apply the transitive property and consider the results - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"

Just one slip in the whole of forever - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Plate Spinning"

Swimming through the coldest depths of space - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

Among the shoals of distant stars - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

Distant stars and heaving clouds of dust - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

Eyes vast as the hearts of galaxies - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

An expanse of sand that beggars the Sahara - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

A fragment of the spectrum of Bahamut's shining scales - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

The ruby in turn supports an angel - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

Long poles upon which spin six hells - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Poor Bahamut"

But your hopes made you forget - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Tlaltecuhtli"

Frogs don't understand mercy - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Tlaltecuhtli"

Gathered great heaps of fraying asbestos - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

Rare isotopes housed in translucent green - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

A bonfire of cigarettes, cigars, and pipe tobacco - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

A thing of smoking arms and ember eyes - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

Sweating drops of liquid plutonium - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

Slow poison in the marrow of bones - Tim Pratt "Carcinodjinn"

And walked into the remaining hours and miles - Tim Pratt "The God of the Crossroads"

Fear is his family business - Tim Pratt "Making Monsters"

Sapped of their strange, dark potency - Tim Pratt "Making Monsters"

Workshop on the avenue of greater dreaming - Tim Pratt "Mask"

A harlequin's cloth face of fixed hilarity - Tim Pratt "Mask"

A face that shifts like the sky or water - Tim Pratt "Mask"

Geometry and possibility and vibrations in the air - Tim Pratt "Mask"

Corners and spirals and prey - Tim Pratt "Mask"

Have a salad dressed with moonbeams - Tim Pratt "Wolfways"

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