somethingdarker | Jun. 1st, 2011

Jun. 1st, 2011

Fill our lap with dust and stones - Rumi "Aspiration" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

Dance in my Heart at Dawn - Rumi "The Beloved All in All" transl. by Rev. Professor Hastie

Comfort in the season of sorrow - Rumi "The Beloved the Divine Consoler" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

Has begun to rend the chain of reason - Rumi "The Bird of My Heart" transl. by A.J. Arberry

Love sold me for a single fault - Rumi "The Bird of My Heart" transl. by A.J. Arberry

In every thorn-bush are thousands slain - Rumi "The Call of the Beloved" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

An elephant that dreams of gardens - Rumi "Chickpea to Cook" transl. by Coleman Barks

An axe to dig through the prison - Rumi "Die Now" transl. by A.J. Arberry

Which is embraced by nothing - Rumi "Earthly Love and the Love Divine" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

Exalted above earth and heaven - Rumi "The Heart of the Harper" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

Winter weaving from flakes a robe - Rumi "I Saw the Winter Weaving" transl. by Rev. Professor Hastie

Call up a hundred phantoms - Rumi "I Well Cherish the Soul" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

In the house of water and clay - Rumi "I Well Cherish the Soul" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

The drum of departure - Rumi "The Journey to the Beloved" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

From these inverted candles - Rumi "The Journey to the Beloved" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

A tongue of light describing a refuge - Rumi "A Just-Finished Candle" transl. by Coleman Barks

Do not weep in the devil's snare - Rumi "Life in Death" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

These affections for outward forms - Rumi "Love the Source of Light Rather than Vanishing Form" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

Reflects that borrowed light - Rumi "Love the Source of Light Rather than Vanishing Form" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

A bird at the time of hunting - Rumi "The Moon-Soul and the Sea" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

Copper doesn't know it's copper - Rumi "The Mouse and the Camel" transl. by Coleman Barks

Becoming again an opaque stone - Rumi "New Moon, Hilal" transl. by Coleman Barks

Without care for consequence - Rumi "O Angels, Bring Him Back to Me" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

The doorsill where two worlds touch - Rumi "Quatrains" transl. by Coleman Barks

Taste this minute of eternity - Rumi "Quatrains" transl. by Coleman Barks

Cold water and the jar that pours - Rumi "Quatrains" transl. by Coleman Barks

Throw stones at a mirror - Rumi "Quatrains" transl. by Coleman Barks

Hurt and salve combining - Rumi "The Reed Flute's Song" transl. by Coleman Barks

May be beguiled by that snare - Rumi "Saint and Hypocrite" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

The final touchpoints of calligraphy - Rumi "Sanai" transl. by Coleman Barks

Erased from the roaring volume of speech - Rumi "Sanai" transl. by Coleman Barks

The astrolabe of God's mysteries - Rumi "The Silence of Love" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

Love is for vanishing - Rumi "Someone Digging in the Ground" transl. by Coleman Barks

Only camel's milk to drink - Rumi "Someone Digging in the Ground" transl. by Coleman Barks

On the way to Mecca, many dangers - Rumi "Someone Digging in the Ground" transl. by Coleman Barks

Hand in hand with anguish - Rumi "Sorrow Quenched in the Beloved" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

Though my days vanish thus - Rumi "Sorrow Quenched in the Beloved" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

To regard this world as invisible - Rumi "This Is Love" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

I had twenty thousand desires - Rumi "Thou Art the Soul of the World" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

A love-lorn nightingale among owls - Rumi "Thou Didst Go to the Rose-Garden" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

And find myself chased by a hog - Rumi "Who Makes These Changes?" transl. by Coleman Barks

Taste one sip of an answer - Rumi "Who Says Words with My Mouth?" transl. by Coleman Barks

Beyond the reach of the elephant - Rumi "The Wisdom of the Weak" transl. by E.H. Whinfield

The rose flees from autumn - Rumi "The World Gave Thee False Clues" transl. by R.A. Nicholson

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End like a spring leaf shed - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems I"

Restrained by pure-eyed Sorrow's hand - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems I"

Fate's sharpest stroke is kind - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems I"

Stray gleams of love and truth - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems I"

In golden dusks of memory - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems II: An Afternoon Soliloquy"

And told how Lethe's banks are filled - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems II: An Afternoon Soliloquy"

Ceased to look on light - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems IV: Revoke Not"

At times when storms subside - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems IV: Revoke Not"

Wild-omened scarlet glooms - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems V"

Sorrows by time made dim - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems VI: Northumbria.--A Dirge"

Hearts where no echo rings - Thomas Runciman "Miscellaneous Poems VII: Merely Suburban"

Fleeting shadows of beautiful days - Thomas Runciman "Songs V"

Whose hounds are Sciences - Thomas Runciman "Sonnets IV"

And Misery the quarry - Thomas Runciman "Sonnets IV"

Who skirt the fog-fringe of eternity - Thomas Runciman "Sonnets VI"

The wistful musing of the wind - Thomas Runciman "Sonnets VIII"

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Dream on the world's warm heart - Herbert Randall "The Angelus of Plymouth Woods"

To tune their harps of light - Herbert Randall "The Angelus of Plymouth Woods"

Where lapwings float at rest - Herbert Randall "The Angelus of Plymouth Woods"

And noontide spanned the waters - Herbert Randall "Burial Hill"

A dirge was on the waters - Herbert Randall "Cry of the Wounded Loon"

Each wave a muffled bell - Herbert Randall "Cry of the Wounded Loon"

Down the sorrow of the wind - Herbert Randall "Cry of the Wounded Loon"

The wraith of the inky rain - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"

In a maze and a dream of hell - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"

Made red by the comet's flare - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"

That leaps from the thunder's lair - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"

The crooning notes of a lorelei - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"

The madness when the old gods rave - Herbert Randall "The Dream That's in the Sea"

That swing the door to memories - Herbert Randall "The Dream That's in the Sea"

With the east wind in their teeth - Herbert Randall "Easterly Weather"

The hounds of Death ran out to sea - Herbert Randall "Easterly Weather"

Hope a guest at my right hand - Herbert Randall "The Enigma"

My sandals are of starlight - Herbert Randall "Feel of the Wander-Lure"

All the spheres along the sky - Herbert Randall "Feel of the Wander-Lure"

Answer when the wild winds call - Herbert Randall "Feel of the Wander-Lure"

A bit of rosemary, swept through with light - Herbert Randall "Foreword"

Jewels dropped from heaven - Herbert Randall "A Garland"

A wild-sweet wonder of yesterday - Herbert Randall "Hills o' My Heart"

The song of wine and wonder - Herbert Randall "Hymn Ancestral"

Weave my raiment of the starlight - Herbert Randall "Hymn Ancestral"

May the winds caress my throne - Herbert Randall "Hymn Ancestral"

Given courage of a flying star - Herbert Randall "My Faith"

Echo far beyond the stars - Herbert Randall "New England"

With a hornpipe in its heels - Herbert Randall "Off"

Where the siren trumpets roar - Herbert Randall "Off"

And the top-sail dripping wine - Herbert Randall "Off"

Goblins crouching 'neath the trees - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

Bats and witches by the mill - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

The whip-poor-will above the pines - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

The old new moon hung high - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

Something half a-kin to fear - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

Which only whip-poor-wills can hear - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

In vagabond abandon - Herbert Randall "The Old Road Down to Plymouth"

In the trail of their haunting cry - Herbert Randall "Outside"

With the kiss of the tide entwine - Herbert Randall "Outside"

And the heart of the world is mine - Herbert Randall "Outside"

When Chaos was baptized in fire - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

To hold Earth's architrave in place - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

A thunderbolt by Vulcan forged for Thor - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

Who toyed with Sisyphus - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

A child of some wild catapult - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

A missile from Orion's belt - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

Clad in the garb of wonder-fire - Herbert Randall "Plymouth Rock"

The haunts of the wind's domain - Herbert Randall "Romp of the Sea"

On the desolate water's wings - Herbert Randall "Romp of the Sea"

Suns and satellites grown cold - Herbert Randall "Rose of Plymouth"

Radiant with tomorrow's splendor - Herbert Randall "Rose of Plymouth"

Mythic muse with ancient loom - Herbert Randall "Sundown on the Marshes"

Some sorcerer of ooze and slime - Herbert Randall "Sundown on the Marshes"

With girdle of a sombre dye - Herbert Randall "Sundown on the Marshes"

To charm some lonely mermaid's dream - Herbert Randall "Sundown on the Marshes"

A shadow tiptoes down the blue - Herbert Randall "Sundown on the Marshes"

The vaulted skies your rosary - Herbert Randall "To Massasoit"

A wreath of amaranth and asphodel - Herbert Randall "To My Pilgrim Mother"

Mingle with the everlasting light - Herbert Randall "To My Pilgrim Mother"

The iron tongue of Time - Herbert Randall "To the Standish Guards of the Old Colony"

From parapets of light - Herbert Randall "To the Standish Guards of the Old Colony"

Down the spaces of the wind - Herbert Randall "The Tryst of Nations"

Seeking out the darkest places of the world - Herbert Randall "The Tryst of Nations"

Knows not the meaning of a broken crown - Herbert Randall "The Tryst of Nations"

And winds make faces at the moon - Herbert Randall "Twin Lights"

Out where the sirens laugh - Herbert Randall "Twin Lights"

While dead men's cups brim high - Herbert Randall "Twin Lights"

Our bones are hollow as a straw - Herbert Randall "White Gulls"

Pluck the rain from clouds - Herbert Randall "White Gulls"

Symphonies of spirit-power divine - Herbert Randall "The White Pine"

While Triton thunders down the gale - Herbert Randall "The White Pine"

When wintry hordes complain - Herbert Randall "The White Pine"

Swing wide to let the sunset through - Herbert Randall "The Winnetuxet"

On wings of flowing opal - Herbert Randall "The Winnetuxet"

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Built on a jutting crag - Mrs. Mary Robinson "The Alien Boy"

Spread wide its venom'd pow'r - Mrs. Mary Robinson "The Alien Boy"

And sometimes speak of Friends forsaken - Mrs. Mary Robinson "The Alien Boy"

Wounded sore with thorns - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

To hear the merry-sounding reed - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

To dress the scene of revels loud - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

Through the yew-trees shadowy row - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

The upland path in haste to tread - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

Tiny footsteps print the dew - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

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Grew pale beneath its light - Joshua Ross "My Ruling Star"

When passing clouds obscured its light - Joshua Ross "My Ruling Star"

That seized upon my trembling heart - Joshua Ross "My Ruling Star"

In smiles of sparkling light - Joshua Ross "My Ruling Star"

Their brilliant light surpasses far - Joshua Ross "On a Lady's Eyes"

Pursuing vice or folly's way - Joshua Ross "On a Lady's Eyes"

Will call to light the chastening light - Joshua Ross "On a Lady's Eyes"

Would not grieve for Eden lost - Joshua Ross "On a Lady's Eyes"

He would have fled from Paradise - Joshua Ross "On a Lady's Eyes"

Done without aid of the law - Joshua Ross "The Wanderer"

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A three-day wish and two days to live - Patrick Rosal "Brokeheart: Just like that"

What comes between the dancing - Patrick Rosal "Brokeheart: Just like that"

I'll count the aches another time - Patrick Rosal "Brokeheart: Just like that"

Clenched like two small sacks of stolen nickels - Patrick Rosal "Brokeheart: Just like that"

That cotton mangle of a sky - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

The season of greedy gods - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

Several hundred cathedrals worth of water - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

All this nonsense of wind and drizzle - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

I forget how disaster works - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

How to move with such natural gravity - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

Made for other altitudes - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

The peculiar joy of returning to earth - Patrick Rosal "Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard"

In overlapping spirals - Patrick Rosal "If All My Relationships Fail and I Have No Children Do I Even Know What Love Is"

This stubborn patch of crabgrass - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

And face the whole gray sky - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

A monsoon of grieving to do - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

Could feed a multitude with our sorrows - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

A loss for every other drop of rain - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

Here is the door I promised - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

May we never be so parched - Patrick Rosal "Yes It Will Rain (or Prayer for Our First Home)"

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The seething of his endless sorcery - Cale Young Rice "All's Well"

A great ship that steered into the stars - Cale Young Rice "All's Well"

Where Time gives Immortality the helm - Cale Young Rice "All's Well"

Toward some reef of Fate - Cale Young Rice "All's Well"

A tide that dreams of motion - Cale Young Rice "Haunted Seas"

Faint warm fog unlifting - Cale Young Rice "Haunted Seas"

Haunted by the death-scenting shark - Cale Young Rice "Haunted Seas"

Plague-wind, over a sterile shore - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

What wine of coal-damp He will pour - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

In every clod or clot of human woe - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

Clear of the saddest soul-stench - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

Spawn of the years - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

And journeying must bleed - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

Tears and strife to give him worth - Cale Young Rice "The Immanent God"

The boom of the bitter bell - Cale Young Rice "Love in Japan"

Immortal migrants, the ever-returning stars - Cale Young Rice "Passage"

Veils of cloud and sacred deep repose - Cale Young Rice "Submarine Mountains"

Eyes of awed imagination inward bent - Cale Young Rice "Submarine Mountains"

Some cosmic urgence gone distraught - Cale Young Rice "Submarine Mountains"

The intolerable thought none can ignore - Cale Young Rice "Submarine Mountains"

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And of some I keep the key - John Reade "In My Heart"

Only the usurper's diadem - John Reade "Kings of Men"

That shakes at touch of light - John Reade "Kings of Men"

Homeward pulled with weary oar - John Reade "Pictures of Memory"

The mystic tide of sacred song - John Reade "Pictures of Memory"

To wrestle with the strength of fate - John Reade "Pictures of Memory"

To mingle with thy laurelled lily - John Reade "To Louis Frechette"

They err who deem us aliens - John Reade "To Louis Frechette"

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Pressed like petals between the pages of history - Jacques J. Rancourt "As Weather"

Into that broken glass throat - Jacques J. Rancourt "In the Castro"

A tombstone in a cemetery of teeth - Jacques J. Rancourt "The Loons Prove that Even Before There Was a Word for Grief It Existed as Song"

To walk through the moon's sea - Jacques J. Rancourt "Mt. Diablo"

Patrol the outer ring of hell's topography - Jacques J. Rancourt "Mt. Diablo"

Will love you through prize and peril - Jacques J. Rancourt "Mt. Diablo"

For water to break the river's ceiling - Jacques J. Rancourt "Voyeur"

Still holds our prayers in its teeth - Jacques J. Rancourt "Western Wall"

A paper lantern the hornets fill - Jacques J. Rancourt "Where to Begin?"

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Living in the beat of my veins - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Bomba"

Smooth over every jagged edge - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Bomba"

Spirits bang on my sternum - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Bomba"

Absorbing molasses air - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Despojo"

Harmonize with bronze bells ringing - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Despojo"

Imagine clouded demons pushed away - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Despojo"

Tears tied knots in my throat - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "I Went to You Last Night"

Child of a bond with the sun - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Passe Blanc"

Who forged the rivers in my blood - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Passe Blanc"

The struggle that spelled my bones - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Passe Blanc"

Allowing laughter to wake again - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Perfumes"

Sugar scents dancing through the liquid ripples - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Perfumes"

Clogged channels for positive energy - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Perfumes"

Of oblate blooms & blessed liquids - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Perfumes"

A tear counts the choices given - Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez "Pro Choice"

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Ruling the world from a maple tree - Deborah Ruddell "Blue Jay Blues"

A lullaby of ostriches and emus - Deborah Ruddell "Penguin's Lullaby"

We'll smooth your icy pillow - Deborah Ruddell "Penguin's Lullaby"

And in your dreams you'll fly - Deborah Ruddell "Penguin's Lullaby"

Of castle moats and pixie clans - Deborah Ruddell "The Swan"

Missing shoes and midnight chimes - Deborah Ruddell "The Swan"

Ogres, toads, and nursery rhymes - Deborah Ruddell "The Swan"

Lessons learned and broken wings - Deborah Ruddell "The Swan"

Wishes, wolves, and flower kings - Deborah Ruddell "The Swan"

A sip of the lake and a bite of the sky - Deborah Ruddell "Today at the Bluebird Cafe"

To consider the aftertaste of bark - Deborah Ruddell "The Woodpecker"

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Of humbler position in the scale of creation - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

In time may become a respectable frog - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

To bask in the light of a loftier fate - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

The closest and carefullest scrutiny bears - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

And horrible vices their poisons distil - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

The crime of attending a party or ball - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

That pleasures are pitfalls prepared to deceive - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

That the dance is a maelstrom - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

The costliest jewels and handsomest laces - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

Imparted their charms to embellish their graces - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

Sharks in an ocean of mermaids and pearls - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

With a strong fellow feeling for brandy and sherry - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

And send for the season a card of admission - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

His riches and impudence safely would carry - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

Not one of the galaxy wanted address - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

A fact that is stated with nothing of malice - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

Terpsichore ruled with unlimited sway - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

A pleasanter face than is worn by the truth - L.V.F. Randolph "Mrs. Rabothem's Party" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.1, July 1863]

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Draw up his regiment all in a row - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "The Baby's Future"

Trying to grasp the sunbeam - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Baby's Hand"

By it shall the hungry be fed - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Baby's Hand"

Fills the stars with sad surprise - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Baby's Valentine"

Trimmed with lace the spider weaves - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Baby's Valentine"

Send a whisper up by a moonbeam - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "The Ballad of the Fairy Spoon"

The south wind blew it around the world - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "The Ballad of the Fairy Spoon"

If we treasured each sweet little silvery tear - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "The First Tooth"

An ocean of sorrow would murmur and sigh - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "The First Tooth"

Flash along the lyric maze - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "In My Nursery"

The gates are ivory set with pearls - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Johnny's By-Low Song"

Till the dark and the dawning meet - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Song of the Little Winds"

Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest - Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards "Song of the Little Winds"

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The sundial makes no sign - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

At the point of the August noon - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

The sky is of ancient tin - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

The twisted dark of the hemlock hedge - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

A line of shivering violin-bows - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

Cracking a star of rays - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

Dives like a flash of fire - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

Splinters and spines from a thousand dreams - Beatrice Ravenel "The Humming-Bird"

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Under the looms weaving us - Charles Reznikoff "[The city breaks in houses to the sea, uneasy with waves]"

Cellars cold with air of rivers at night - Charles Reznikoff "[The city breaks in houses to the sea, uneasy with waves]"

Pockets and heart are empty - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

Bare trees and barren ground - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

The work of our hearts is dust - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

Given us Your laws for an inheritance - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

The servants You have inherited - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

All wickedness shall go in smoke - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

A comforting word the prophet spoke - Charles Reznikoff "Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays"

From one dark street to another - Charles Reznikoff "Rhythms (Section I)"

Chaos through which I stumble - Charles Reznikoff "Rhythms (Section I)"

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Into a pillow of inherited hands - Joseph Rios "Dear Buffalo, Dear Zeta or To a Few of My Dead or Nearly Dead Tios"

Pray this world has softened you - Joseph Rios "Dear Buffalo, Dear Zeta or To a Few of My Dead or Nearly Dead Tios"

Freedom in a sanctioned outing - Joseph Rios "For Henry's Bar"

Holding paper bags around a barrel fire - Joseph Rios "For Henry's Bar"

Oleanders and stacked railroad ties - Joseph Rios "For Henry's Bar"

Glide next to a forgotten caboose - Joseph Rios "For Henry's Bar"

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Red russet shoes that poison the feet - Lauren Russell "Descent" [selection]

Blind robbing the bees - Lauren Russell "Descent" [selection]

Walks into an incomplete fiction - Lauren Russell "Exposition"

An accumulation of coffee pots - Lauren Russell "Exposition"

Happenstance and helium - Lauren Russell "Exposition"

While the horizon scans her - Lauren Russell "Exposition"

The meaning of a mountain of masks - Lauren Russell "Exposition"

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Shared his cells with worms and ferns - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

Awake and rapt with grief - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

Into an abyss the weather hadn't dreamt - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

The moons of unknown planets - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

Until his sorrow became his action - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

Until his tears became a rupture - Melissa Range "All Creation Wept"

Palm fronds crossed into the stars - Melissa Range "First South"

Dynamited, shaved to the seam - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

Arsenic slurry caged behind a dam - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

Mountains turned hazard-orange mid-air - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

A haze of waste whose brightness rivals heaven - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

Coal gouged out to fuel the light in other places - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

My father's tools quarrying bread - Melissa Range "Flat as a Flitter"

In a bath of oak ash lye and alum - Melissa Range "Kermes Red"

Who picked brittle locusts for food - Melissa Range "Kermes Red"

Became the germ of a crimson storm - Melissa Range "Kermes Red"

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Wide-eyed as Athena's wired owl - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [Is it possible to let the sleeping life seep into day--]

A tired outburst of silence - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [Is it possible to let the sleeping life seep into day--]

The self is a thousand localities - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [The self is a thousand localities]"

All the territories I have ever been - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [The self is a thousand localities]"

Since I've become John Doe - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [The self is a thousand localities]"

Everyone I have to live without - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [The self is a thousand localities]"

An act of granite will - Diane Raptosh "American Amnesiac [The self is a thousand localities]"

Graze my palm on the Pliocene - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Greet the great wide savannahs - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Laced in saber-toothed cats - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Here blows another tumbleweed - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Bones of articulate hope - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Lay your millstone down - Diane Raptosh "American Zebra: Praise Song for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument"

Cared for by certain objects - Diane Raptosh "Husband"

That does not reproduce the now - Diane Raptosh "Ours Is the Age of Pre-Post-Hope"

The beauty of the simulacrum - Diane Raptosh "Ours Is the Age of Pre-Post-Hope"

Jealous of that dulcimer - Diane Raptosh "Ours Is the Age of Pre-Post-Hope"

Rag-edged as a contorted filbert - Diane Raptosh "Ours Is the Age of Pre-Post-Hope"

With the lights of their ribs - Diane Raptosh "Ours Is the Age of Pre-Post-Hope"

Over grass and elm shadow - Diane Raptosh "World Upside Down"

Across the sidewalk's light upheavals - Diane Raptosh "World Upside Down"

In the church of your mouth - Diane Raptosh "World Upside Down"

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Meteors through the midnight skies - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

Brief but brilliant light - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

And perish like the meteor's blaze - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

The chilling hand of Time - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

A poet's dream of bliss - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

In such a changing world as this - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

Dying flame of life's last fire - G.A. Raybold "The Joys of Former Years Have Fled"

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Explained the chemistry of this burn - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Plucked grass in the dark - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Didn't believe in poetry or outer space - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Land in the viscera of night - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Smelled the sweat of their plans - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Alien multitudes in a strident shield of color - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Fisting the air with rage - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

Though they speak the same language - Elizabeth Rees "Scorched Earth"

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Capture its gleam for our story - Isaac Rosenberg "Beauty"

Streaked with immortal blasphemies - Isaac Rosenberg "The Blind God"

Betwixt His twin eternities - Isaac Rosenberg "The Blind God"

In that limbo of dreamless sleep - Isaac Rosenberg "The Blind God"

Fierce wrath of Solomon - Isaac Rosenberg "The Burning of the Temple"

Caught still as Absalom - Isaac Rosenberg "Chagrin"

From the imagined weight of spaces - Isaac Rosenberg "Chagrin"

In a sky of mute chagrin - Isaac Rosenberg "Chagrin"

The secret roots of the sun - Isaac Rosenberg "Chagrin"

Creating and devouring suns - Isaac Rosenberg "Creation"

The swift iron burning bee - Isaac Rosenberg "Dead Man's Dump"

Drained the wild honey of their youth - Isaac Rosenberg "Dead Man's Dump"

Joined to the great sunk silences - Isaac Rosenberg "Dead Man's Dump"

The fruit whose taste is ash - Isaac Rosenberg "The Destruction of Jerusalem by the Babylonian Hordes"

Whose wings roofed Babylon - Isaac Rosenberg "The Destruction of Jerusalem by the Babylonian Hordes"

Kiss and wake the waters - Isaac Rosenberg "Don Juan's Song"

Fire blown bright by thought - Isaac Rosenberg "Expression"

Through dense and smouldering wrong - Isaac Rosenberg "Expression"

Tread your eyes' infinities - Isaac Rosenberg "The Female God"

The sleep of Circe's swine - Isaac Rosenberg "Girl to Soldier on Leave"

Have tempted a grave too much - Isaac Rosenberg "Girl to Soldier on Leave"

And instinct dreads surprise - Isaac Rosenberg "A Girl's Thoughts"

Gnawed a fibre from strange roots - Isaac Rosenberg "God"

A single root and separate bough - Isaac Rosenberg "If You Are Fire"

Devils only die for fun - Isaac Rosenberg "The Immortals"

Dark music blown from Sleep's trumpet - Isaac Rosenberg "Louse Hunting"

Iron to shoe the hoofs of death - Isaac Rosenberg "Marches"

A sad thought buried in light - Isaac Rosenberg "Midsummer Frost"

Lazy yellow ardours - Isaac Rosenberg "Midsummer Frost"

A web threaded with fading fire - Isaac Rosenberg "Midsummer Frost"

A July ghost standing - Isaac Rosenberg "Midsummer Frost"

Feet of fire on banks of ice - Isaac Rosenberg "Midsummer Frost"

The tight roots of some dead universe - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

To prick the vein of a father - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

Shut my eyes to the edicts - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

Burst on the peaks of light - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

More secret than desert light - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

Martyrdoms of uncreated things - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

An apocalyptic camp - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

A fury fill the veins of time - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

The vague viols of evening - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

And tumult of deep trance - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

When hungry giants come as guests - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

A miracle destroy the dawn - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"

The tombs of buried hours - Isaac Rosenberg "My Hours"

Repays their cost of tears - Isaac Rosenberg "My Hours"

Sceptred hands of starred humility - Isaac Rosenberg "On a Lady Singing"

Turned with malign kiss - Isaac Rosenberg "On Receiving the First News of the War"

Ringing with unseen larks - Isaac Rosenberg "Returning, We Hear Larks"

Our pulses have no golden tremors - Isaac Rosenberg "Sleep"

Drops of shivering quiet - Isaac Rosenberg "Sleep"

Though the cunning gods outwit us - Isaac Rosenberg "Sleep"

Your elbows in the dawn - Isaac Rosenberg "Sleep"

Wrists bright with the afternoon - Isaac Rosenberg "Sleep"

Small pools their prisons are - Isaac Rosenberg "Song"

Now her own sister in stone - Isaac Rosenberg "Spring, 1916"

Dances with my blood - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

In a dizzying cloven wink - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

Debris of Noah's sunken days - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

When the Titans yet were young - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

Through the shadow of the pomegranates - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

The ample music of my heart - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

A million torches and spears of flaming wings - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

His dust is fire and seed - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"

What lost dreams shall discover - Isaac Rosenberg "Wedded"

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These poisoned sensations - Ariana Reines "Beauty"

Chiseling a transparent minute - Ariana Reines "Beauty"

Fate is coming to power tomorrow - Ariana Reines "Beauty"

While under occupation by tyrants - Ariana Reines "Beauty"

The jagged cheek of Gibraltar - Ariana Reines "Blue Palestine"

Had this tendency toward melody - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Out of the fullness of my own reality - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Making of my mind a begging bowl - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Contain and conduct the sorrow within - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Recurrent dreams of defective dolls - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Tears rolled down a cheek of stone - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Blinked melancholy into the seething night - Ariana Reines "The Economy"

Heard myself in every cell - Ariana Reines "The Rose"

When the queen ascended into view - Ariana Reines "The Rose"

Governed myself with silence - Ariana Reines "The Rose"

Horns of plenty at my hearth - Ariana Reines "A Yellow Leaf"

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Not even the peace of weeping - Lynn Riggs "Angry Sea"

Willows plunging their bloodless roots - Lynn Riggs "The Arid Land"

The hard crooked flying of buzzards - Lynn Riggs "The Arid Land"

Under its iron band of sky - Lynn Riggs "The Arid Land"

Tall crying in the willow reeds - Lynn Riggs "Bird Cry"

A mirror depthless and deceitful - Lynn Riggs "Bird Cry"

Clean as a released blade - Lynn Riggs "Bird Cry"

May wound the water sailed - Lynn Riggs "Bird Cry"

Speaking of the chiseled weather - Lynn Riggs "Charger"

Even these stumps of cedar - Lynn Riggs "The Corrosive Season"

The harsh fruit of the land - Lynn Riggs "The Corrosive Season"

If we have demanded this corrosive season - Lynn Riggs "The Corrosive Season"

No bitterer than the shrunk grape - Lynn Riggs "The Corrosive Season"

The shrunk grape clinging to the wasted stem - Lynn Riggs "The Corrosive Season"

A clown with tatters of a joy - Lynn Riggs "The Cross"

A golden javelin to run it through - Lynn Riggs "The Deer"

An arch of iron to frame the sky - Lynn Riggs "Endless Legend"

That hushed and holy space - Lynn Riggs "Endless Legend"

Of jade and silver, of amethyst or clay - Lynn Riggs "Endless Legend"

A crested virtue of his inanchored soul - Lynn Riggs "The Golden Cockerel"

Rest easily in the shadow - Lynn Riggs "The Hollow"

Dandelions bowing gravely to themselves - Lynn Riggs "The Hollow"

And forget the road I have traveled - Lynn Riggs "The Hollow"

Perhaps I shall forget time - Lynn Riggs "The Hollow"

Brought me yellow calendulas - Lynn Riggs "A Letter"

Saying the same thing they said last night - Lynn Riggs "A Letter"

Radiant I stood in silver - Lynn Riggs "Moon"

The lashing, silver whips of the rain - Lynn Riggs "Rhythm of Rain"

Dispelling the hushed dark - Lynn Riggs "Rhythm of Rain"

The thin dun soil of my soul - Lynn Riggs "Rhythm of Rain"

Only the rhythm of the rain - Lynn Riggs "Rhythm of Rain"

Shake the doors of earth - Lynn Riggs "Santo Domingo Corn Dance"

Wings of thunder at the sun - Lynn Riggs "Santo Domingo Corn Dance"

How the moon is one with the snow - Lynn Riggs "Shadow on Snow"

Cracking the black river glass - Lynn Riggs "Shadow on Snow"

To feed unsinning at the iron dish - Lynn Riggs "Song of the Unholy Oracle"

That lone diner on the grubby root - Lynn Riggs "Song of the Unholy Oracle"

Who want no finer disasterous fruit - Lynn Riggs "Song of the Unholy Oracle"

A word the color of dawn - Lynn Riggs "Spring Morning--Santa Fe"

Lifting their velvet shadows - Lynn Riggs "Spring Morning--Santa Fe"

Form words for reluctant ears - Lynn Riggs "Those Who Speak in Whispers"

Those who scraped the granite hill - Lynn Riggs "Vandals"

Their path through rivers of mud - Lynn Riggs "The Wolves"

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All that is left unaccounted for - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Elegance married to rust - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Rain dwelling in the corrugations - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

A blankness giving way to sky - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Refuse to abandon their beauty - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Eaves hold in perfect vertices - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Precision in every coordinate - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Moss swelling in concrete cracks - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

The guard rails papered by lichen - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

The silence it attempts to punctuate - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Horns of every pitch and color - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

No tangible good to stop for - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

Nothing whole to take away - Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers "Abandoned Block Factory, Arkansas"

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Watch the stretch of burning sand - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

Brood beneath the golden stars - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

The silence of a desolate land - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

The secrets of the mighty dead - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

Hushed into a rapturous dream - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

Shone from the liquid moon - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"

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a people spliced by empire - Giovannai Rosa "a force is a push, or a pull (5.8 million puerto ricans in america)"

alone in our detailed misery - Giovannai Rosa "a force is a push, or a pull (5.8 million puerto ricans in america)"

the little heart of our language - Giovannai Rosa "a force is a push, or a pull (5.8 million puerto ricans in america)"

each cell being called to the center - Giovannai Rosa "a force is a push, or a pull (5.8 million puerto ricans in america)"

wilting like the wind-touched crops - Giovannai Rosa "a force is a push, or a pull (5.8 million puerto ricans in america)"

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And go, thrice-armored for the fight - John Jerome Rooney "Ave Maria"

Thy star my midnight guide - John Jerome Rooney "Ave Maria"

Soft melody, outpoured in June - John Jerome Rooney "Ave Maria"

Builded on broken hearthstones - John Jerome Rooney "The Empire Builder"

With his gold and wasted lands - John Jerome Rooney "The Empire Builder"

Swept the conquering flood - John Jerome Rooney "Mississippi"

The freedom of the truth-strong - John Jerome Rooney "Mississippi"

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Next in order to the amoeba - Muriel Rukeyser "The Conjugation of the Paramecium"

The conjugation of the paramecium - Muriel Rukeyser "The Conjugation of the Paramecium"

For the flesh and the answer - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

The despair that flows down in widest rivers - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

And also the green tree of grace - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

In the love that gives us ourselves - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

Soldiers and orchards rooted in constellations - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

Let us nourish beginnings - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

Not all things are blest - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

But the seeds of all things are blest - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

The blessing is the seed - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

The expiation journey toward peace - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

Many wishes flaming together - Muriel Rukeyser "Elegy in Joy [excerpt]"

A wall of leaping darkness over her - Muriel Rukeyser "Painters"

Out hunting in the early light - Muriel Rukeyser "Painters"

A woman among them, painting - Muriel Rukeyser "Painters"

Love gone down with song - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

Women in their dances and wildness - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

In exile from myself - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

Memory of my torn life - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

A word of rescue from the great eyes - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

The fragments join in me - Muriel Rukeyser "The Poem as Mask"

Mystery and fury of a midnight street - Muriel Rukeyser "Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds"

All values extended into the blood - Muriel Rukeyser "Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds"

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Some grand ecosystem of machetes - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Everything I am can kill me - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Another reason to operate from uneducated fear - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Bones don't weigh a death - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Have a word with all the gods that failed me - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

They wear masks and vernacular - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Feed me pitted pomegranates full of smoke - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Just good people and the memories they become - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Leave hope and learn your song - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

And my arms to make my enemies fall - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

I will save myself even if it hurts - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Runs on tactical forgiveness - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

How the wind forgives the large blade swung through it - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

How the blade forgives itself for being mishandled - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

Chooses only to understand those who need weapons - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

I burn and there is no smoke - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

I'm wrestling skeletons out of my mouth - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

The harder it will be to kill me - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"

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The way stones underwater reflect grief - Andrea Rexilius "New Organism [I want to think like a magi]"

Why the root is made desperate by inability - Andrea Rexilius "New Organism [I want to think like a magi]"

Alive in a watery field of glaciers - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"

The realm of birchwood in my throat - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"

The day the robins wept - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"

The day foxes ran from the woods on fire - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"

A place before trees, prior to the flame - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"

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Though heaven alone records the tear - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Brave at Home"

A duplicated golden glow - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

On Vesuvius' misty brim - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

Under the walls of Paradise - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

Within the shadow of the sail - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

Glides down my drowsy indolence - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

Among her future oil and wines - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

The blue crystal at your lip - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

With Earth and Ocean reconciled - T. Buchanan Read "Drifting"

To make the prisoned heart rejoice - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Light of Our Home" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Where the bee enamored clings - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Light of Our Home" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The violet's and the lily's loss - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Light of Our Home" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Glide athwart the sunshine and the shade - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Light of Our Home" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

As down the future years I gaze - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Light of Our Home" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

She walks amid the golden fields of Time - Thomas Buchanan Read "Lines, Suggested by Rogers' Statue of Ruth"

Which the hallowed veil of years bequeaths - Thomas Buchanan Read "Lines, Suggested by Rogers' Statue of Ruth"

And goes to live in memory alone - Thomas Buchanan Read "Lines, Suggested by Rogers' Statue of Ruth"

Until my soul was melted into song - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

In its ardor, drowning brain and tongue - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The brook is silent when it mirrors most - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The billow which would woo the flowery coast - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Lightning's hand illumes the wall of day - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

And passing brings the rainbow - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

And occupy those distant worlds again - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

If life could then depart in its contempt of dust - Thomas Buchanan Read "A Night Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Close to the blackberry wall - Thomas Buchanan Read "The Summer Shower"

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With throbbing heart, and eager pulse - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Aspiration"

Melting aisles of liquid light - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Aspiration"

Spun from cycles of eternity - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Life"

Tangled purposes and hopes undone - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Life"

Struggles in the web of circumstance - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Life"

Who sing the skylark's ecstasy - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Limitations"

Such rifts among life's shadows - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Limitations"

Prisoned in thy melancholy eyes - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "Niobe"

The paths great Homer trod - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "The Venus of Milo"

Nearer pace brave Hector, reckless Paris - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "The Venus of Milo"

All the splendor of her lordliest days - Henrietta Cordelia Ray "The Venus of Milo"

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By the ransomed spirit cast away - K.R. (H.I.H. Grand Prince Constantine Constantinovich) "[No! I can ne'er believe, no recollection]" transl. by John Pollen https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Duke_Konstantin_Konstantinovich_of_Russia

Equal in time though not in distance - Jim Racobs "A Measured Light"

Through the burning day in hope prevail - Dollie Radford "Song"

The great sorrow of brightness - Jeremy Radin "Evening"

Everything dances with its strict negation - Jeremy Radin "Evening"

Kneel before a new & ruthless circumstance - Jeremy Radin "Evening"

Surrendering with grace to the evening - Jeremy Radin "Evening"

On history's tide receding - Nat Raha "[subterranean / dreaming grace roots]"

Borders in the composition of hands - Nat Raha "[subterranean / dreaming grace roots]"

For a kinetics of otherwise - Nat Raha "[subterranean / dreaming grace roots]"

Plant a tree on Jordan's quiet banks - Rahel "To My Country" transl. by Diane Mintz

Secret weeping over your barrenness - Rahel "To My Country" transl. by Diane Mintz

Better than soot or algae's wet sigh - Gaia Rajan "Dent"

Drank brine and left the olives - Gaia Rajan "Dent"

Sparred the light for windows and won - Gaia Rajan "Dent"

Allow what can survive you - Gaia Rajan "Dent"

Over the Silver Mountains - Sir Walter Raleigh "Pilgrimage"

Affection follows Fortune's wheels - Sir Walter Raleigh "A Poesy to Prove Affection Is Not Love"

Stares at me through cobwebbed eyes - Nen G. Ramirez "Love poem with a dying cat"

A shadowy hallway of locked doors - Nen G. Ramirez "Love poem with a dying cat"

When I hid in the hollows of myself - Nen G. Ramirez "Love poem with a dying cat"

Phantom fists against the plexiglass of the living world - Nen G. Ramirez "Love poem with a dying cat"

Of thanes and thieves and kin - Shivanee Ramlochan "Witch Hindu"

Under the cutlass of her tongue - Shivanee Ramlochan "Witch Hindu"

The same as made blossoms in Eden - Andrew Ramsay "Atkinson's Mill"

Where ducks study the revolutionary texts - essa may ranapiri "Hinemoana"

Out of the ashes of coral - essa may ranapiri "Hinemoana"

And frogs obeyed a wooden king - George W. Ranck "The War of the Rats and Mice"

As brave as any sparrow - George W. Ranck "The War of the Rats and Mice"

Hark to an exiled son's appeal - James Ryder Randall "My Maryland"

Burst the tyrant's chain - James Ryder Randall "My Maryland"

Stalking with Liberty along - James Ryder Randall "My Maryland"

Mirth with all her freedom - Thomas Randolph "To Master Anthony Stafford"

To taste of Bacchus' blessings - Thomas Randolph "To Master Anthony Stafford"

Bony relic of forgotten days - Elizabeth Virginia Raplee "To a Skull on My Bookshelf" [Weird Tales Oct. 1937]

That dark realm to which we're all addressed - Elizabeth Virginia Raplee "To a Skull on My Bookshelf" [Weird Tales Oct. 1937]

All roads narrow at the border - Barbara Ras "You Can't Have It All"

Half spice, half amnesia - Barbara Ras "You Can't Have It All"

Racing one another towards joy - Barbara Ras "You Can't Have It All"

Where the starry armies dwell - Bernard Rascas "The Love of God" transl. by William Cullen Bryant

When the sky rains jewels - Muhemmetjan Rashidin "Long Live" transl. by Nicholas Kontovas and edited by Gulnisa Nazarova

Who pay their father's debts - Muhemmetjan Rashidin "Long Live" transl. by Nicholas Kontovas and edited by Gulnisa Nazarova

When sometimes demons far outnumber angels - Muhemmetjan Rashidin "Long Live" transl. by Nicholas Kontovas and edited by Gulnisa Nazarova

A swallow came but you did not - Muhemmetjan Rashidin "Longing" transl. by Munawwar Abdulla

Line up and wait to fall - Matt Rasmussen "Ekphrastifilia"

Our drawn over selves - Matt Rasmussen "Ekphrastifilia"

Then cut yourself out - Matt Rasmussen "Ekphrastifilia"

With the night begins our day - Thomas Ravenscroft "By the Moon"

A field with a stone on its heart - Dahlia Ravikovich "The Blue West" transl. by Chana Bloch

Climb up to the borders of the sun - Dahlia Ravikovich "The Blue West" transl. by Chana Bloch

Maintaining their several identities - Man Ray "Three Dimensions"

Enclosing and excluding like shawls - Man Ray "Three Dimensions"

What curiosity lurks without - Man Ray "Three Dimensions"

And I regret not counting - Laura Read "Love Poem with Staples"

Time was always something you could make more of - Laura Read "Love Poem with Staples"

There are many ways to be broken - Laura Read "Love Poem with Staples"

Unsettled pacer of storms - Victoria Redel "The Pact"

Companions of dawn, partners of rain - Victoria Redel "The Pact"

Through the high grass of dream - Victoria Redel "The Pact"

The sea's lips scold me - Spencer Reece "Siesta"

Facets of cruel splendor - John Reed "Sangar: To Lincoln Steffens"

The maple's autumn conflagration - Laura Ann Reed "Fortitude"

The warp and weave of next spring's flags - Laura Ann Reed "Fortitude"

Climb the twisted chamber stair - Lizette Woodworth Reese "Lydia Is Gone This Many a Year"

Until they run out of nights - William Reichard "In the Evening"

Stains all its light touches - William Reichard "In the Evening"

Standing on the cold, grey moon - William Reichard "In the Evening"

Let silence speak in my stead - William Reichard "In the Evening"

Fawns with liquid eyes a-flame - Hilda Reid "The Magnanimity of Beasts"

Wolves shiver as the rabbit roars - Hilda Reid "The Magnanimity of Beasts"

Chased by angry butterflies - Hilda Reid "The Magnanimity of Beasts"

A certificate of a bright somewhere - Jasmine Reid "Certificate of Live Birth"

Reckless of ocean's rise - Robert Reid "Poesie"

Where the long wave breaks in measured time - Robert Reid "Poesie"

Till the snow-caps catch the chorus - Robert Reid "A Song of Canada"

Each twinkle reads the horoscope - Sam C. Reid, Jr. "Summer's Night"

Leads her to her own blue sphere - Sam C. Reid, Jr. "Summer's Night"

Then calls forth her sentinel band - Sam C. Reid, Jr. "Summer's Night"

Bright balloons of mirth - E. Rendall "Epitaph"

Apples of jest - E. Rendall "Epitaph"

All their changing shadows died - William Renton "Mountain Twilight"

nightmare in the morning - Ariel Resnikoff "ghost canto"

a poet among ghosts - Ariel Resnikoff "ghost canto"

the translations of her life - Ariel Resnikoff "ghost canto"

Networks of outrage and hope - Joan Retallack "POLITIES &/or SONNETS"

A history of silence - Joan Retallack "POLITIES &/or SONNETS"

Building my next in the old apple-tree - Ruth Revere "A Bluebird's Song"

Miles of violence in their eyes - No'u Revilla "Welcome to the Gut House"

Crowded with whippoorwills and frogs - Kenneth Rexroth "A Singing Voice"

Through the half drowned stars - Kenneth Rexroth "A Singing Voice"

To swallow whole every holy thing - Jason Reynolds "Match"

Hand over your heart - Jason Reynolds "This Has Always Been Our Active Shooter Drill"

dark lipstick on the rim of the glass - Seema Reza "The neurologist gives us permission"

to keep the sweetness in our mouths - Seema Reza "The neurologist gives us permission"

Crooked growth means it can be a loophole - Margaret Rhee "Crooked"

And a loophole can be a means to freedom - Margaret Rhee "Crooked"

In the disappearing us - Margaret Rhee "The Year Before I Left For Mars"

Sometimes that unfamiliar place is closer - Kurt Rhode in a letter to Diane Seuss (quoted as part of her poem, "What Is It You Feel I Asked Kurt")

The heart’s a dollar music box - Jordan Rice "Vanishment"

Grateful for the light - Jordan Rice "Vanishment"

Relic from the wreck of death - L. Rice-Oxley "The Opening of the Grave of Arthur and Guinevere at Glastonbury"

Breath of mystic times and Merlin sage - L. Rice-Oxley "The Opening of the Grave of Arthur and Guinevere at Glastonbury"

Never blamed my hands - James Richardson "Essay on the One Hand and on the Other"

So briefly come together - James Richardson "Essay on the One Hand and on the Other"

Hungry for the hum of mosquitos - Monica Rico "A Lesson from My Father about Electricity"

The breathlessness of asphalt - Monica Rico "A Lesson from My Father about Electricity"

Gone with the autumn - Ameen Rihani "Gone with the Swallows"

Gone with the swallows - Ameen Rihani "Gone with the Swallows"

Grope in the shadows of the slain - Ameen Rihani "Gone with the Swallows"

That reared for him their towers - Ameen Rihani "Gone with the Swallows"

Walked as far as the sky is blue - Jade Riordan "We Others"

As far as the mercy of the deer - Jade Riordan "We Others"

Wished for a moment of laughter - Jade Riordan "We Others"

A grid of interconnected variables - Mg Roberts "Cylanders II"

One edge away from disappearing - Mg Roberts "Cylanders II"

The russet hickories confer - Theodore Roberts "The Chase"

Our spears have a vision of red - Theodore Roberts "The Spears of Kan-Mar"

Scenting the heels of war - Theodore Roberts "The Spears of Kan-Mar"

With the spell of broken dreams - William Carman Roberts "An Easter Memory"

Weigh anchor to the sound of psalms - John Robertson "The Prince of Orange in 1672"

The shores of tyranny on the left - John Robertson "The Prince of Orange in 1672"

The pale cliffs of falsehood on the right - John Robertson "The Prince of Orange in 1672"

Under more deep ambrosial domes - John Robertson "The Prince of Orange in 1672"

Caked with residue of a barefoot summer - Amy H. Robinson "Follow You"

The red glowing heat of their footsteps - Amy H. Robinson "Follow You"

Forget the night in dawning day - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"

No Spring that Autumn has not known - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"

Dead flowers on the wind - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"

The leaves of Autumn guard the buds of Spring - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"

The burdens of distress weigh on us - Fayette Robinson "Supplication.--Two Sonnets" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Change is earth's inevitable dower - Fayette Robinson "Supplication.--Two Sonnets" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

When heaven's great scroll is spread before us - Fayette Robinson "Supplication.--Two Sonnets" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Tyrant monsters of the deep - Fayette Robinson "The Zopilotes"

Sadness comes in generations - Kristina Kay Robinson "Contemplating Extinction as Theme in Basquiat's 'Pez Dispenser 1984'"

A kind of fire persisting unafraid - Kristina Kay Robinson "Contemplating Extinction as Theme in Basquiat's 'Pez Dispenser 1984'"

A fist in the face of God - Peggy Robles-Alvarado "When I Became La Promesa"

Only the breath of angels on it - F. Rochat "My Baby" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.710, 4 Aug. 1877]

Tinged her eyes with love-light's dawning - F. Rochat "My Baby" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.710, 4 Aug. 1877]

Something strange and wild struck my heart - F. Rochat "My Baby" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.710, 4 Aug. 1877]

The python's murderous embrace - James Jeffrey Roche "Nature the False Goddess"

No demon to propitiate - James Jeffrey Roche "Nature the False Goddess"

Quick visions of celestial grace - James Jeffrey Roche "Three Doves"

My heart they choose for home - James Jeffrey Roche "Three Doves"

Takes the sorrow of the threefold hour - Madeleine Caron Rock "He Is the Lonely Greatness"

Shattered by the light from out those darkened eyes - Madeleine Caron Rock "He Is the Lonely Greatness"

Warm instruments for the cold news of loss - Catherine Rockwood "In Memoriam Maureen K. Speller"

Some alteration of in the landscape of one mind - Catherine Rockwood "In Memoriam Maureen K. Speller"

How much could be gathered out of air - Catherine Rockwood "In Memoriam Maureen K. Speller"

What falls away is always - Theodore Roethke "The Waking"

Though we all huddle like crows - Brittany Rogers "Dressing the Body"

A right way to send someone back to the lap of God - Brittany Rogers "Dressing the Body"

So fancy they can be mistaken for a bride - Brittany Rogers "Dressing the Body"

Rising and falling on a machine's time - Elizabeth Kestrel Rogers "Spare Parts"

The fantasy of cyborgs and androids - Elizabeth Kestrel Rogers "Spare Parts"

How empty an absence is - Kenyatta Rogers "Labyrinth"

And only found pennies - Kenyatta Rogers "Labyrinth"

The many questions tightening - Henriette Roland-Holst [Untitled] transl. by Manfred Wolf

Like us restless underneath - Martha Ronk "Greek phrenitikos, frantic"

The itch of canyons - Martha Ronk "Greek phrenitikos, frantic"

Allergic to what I'm thinking - Martha Ronk "Greek phrenitikos, frantic"

A phantom in the myrtle shade - Ronsard "Of His Lady's Old Age" transl. by Andrew Lang

So shall Endymion faithful prove - Ronsard "To the Moon" transl. by Andrew Lang

The face of foemen unaware - Ronsard "To the Moon" transl. by Andrew Lang

Hostile spies in the bright noon - Ronsard "To the Moon" transl. by Andrew Lang

Kisses and hatred, chocolate and vengeance - Benjamin Rosenbaum "A Gardener Betrayed by Roses"

Instead of having to be beautiful tomorrow - Benjamin Rosenbaum "A Gardener Betrayed by Roses"

The cost of a moment overlooked - Morris Rosenfeld "The Nightingale to the Workman" transl. by Rose Pastor Stokes and Helena Frank

Throttle your wheel's grinding power - Morris Rosenfeld "The Nightingale to the Workman" transl. by Rose Pastor Stokes and Helena Frank

Open a door onto a sea - Alireza Roshan "The Book of Absence" (translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach)

Open a door onto you - Alireza Roshan "The Book of Absence" (translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach)

You who are the sea & the night - Alireza Roshan "The Book of Absence" (translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach)

Wanted to be the wind - Alireza Roshan "The Book of Absence" (translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach)

Drinks in and casts back the sun - Rosoriu "Old Idea of Choan" (translated by Ezra Pound and possibly others, attribution unclear)

The hundred cords of mist - Rosoriu "Old Idea of Choan" (translated by Ezra Pound and possibly others, attribution unclear)

Crowd over the thousand gates - Rosoriu "Old Idea of Choan" (translated by Ezra Pound and possibly others, attribution unclear)

Even your breath is breeze enough - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

You could buy your own name - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

To protect the true face - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Like fire pouring through a lattice - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

They know when the hawk looms - Ciona Rouse "Red-Shouldered Hawk"

Meantime his love maintains my life - Richard Rowlands "Lullaby"

And gives my sense her rest - Richard Rowlands "Lullaby"

Work all that my wishing would - Richard Rowlands "Lullaby"

Salt at the back of my throat - Anjoli Roy "Last"

On the glass of a dream - Gabrielle Octavia Rucker "I Don't Say Goodbye, I Only Say Ciao"

My many plankton realities - Gabrielle Octavia Rucker "I Don't Say Goodbye, I Only Say Ciao"

That same tricky knot begging - Gabrielle Octavia Rucker "I Don't Say Goodbye, I Only Say Ciao"

Oak leaves sitting on elm branches - Alison Rumfitt "Romance of Possible Contrasts"

Wearing wild red roses on her tongue - Alison Rumfitt "Romance of Possible Contrasts"

Reaching daylight less alive - Sam Rush "Sonnet for what ages and does not"

In this poor mousetrap of a hold - John Russell "The Old Viking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.115-v.III, 13 March 1886]

Like an old wolf in his lair - John Russell "The Old Viking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.115-v.III, 13 March 1886]

The upward path so steep and long - Matthew Russell, S.J. "A Thought from Cardinal Newman"

Throwin' horseshoes at the moon - Tom Russell "Throwin' Horseshoes at the Moon"

To follow the path of the sun - Carroll Ryan "Malta"

Deserted streets of marble halls - Carroll Ryan "Malta"

Where startled Echo rarely calls - Carroll Ryan "Malta"

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"Hellish Night" needs a warning for use of the n-word if you go looking for the whole poem. At least, this translation does.

Hell's atmosphere won't suffer hymns - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

The slave of my baptism - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Disgrace and reproaches here - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

The moonlight when the hell struck twelve - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

The devil's in the tower right now - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

No more faith in history - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Miserly like the sea - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Sleep in a nest of flames - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Nothing but lovely mistakes - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Have my hell for anger - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Melt me down with your charms - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

A poke of the pitchfork, a drop of fire - Arthur Rimbaud "Hellish Night" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Imbued with fruit and varnish - Rimbaud "The Minx" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Stroll beneath green lindens - Arthur Rimbaud "Novel" transl. by Wyatt Mason

Scents of vineyards and beer - Arthur Rimbaud "Novel" transl. by Wyatt Mason

Stung by a sinister star - Arthur Rimbaud "Novel" transl. by Wyatt Mason

Fades with faint quiverings - Arthur Rimbaud "Novel" transl. by Wyatt Mason

Where all hearts were open wide - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Were all wines kept flowing - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Armed myself against justice - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Pounced on every joy - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Plagues to choke me with sand - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Dried myself in the air of crime - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Played tricks on insanity - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

The key to that ancient party - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Crowned me with such pretty poppies - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Pages from my notebook of the damned - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

Witness of all the adornments - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

Strange and complicated actions - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

In his soul as in a palace - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

My vexation renewing itself daily - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

Free to walk in the Paradise of sadness - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

My heart to fall asleep on - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

The prey of dizziness - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

Plunged into the most frightful shadow - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell [Delirium I]" transl. by James Sibley Watson

Full of raw torment - Arthur Rimbaud "The Seekers of Lice" transl. not credited

The fine, intimidating witchcraft of their fingers - Arthur Rimbaud "The Seekers of Lice" transl. not credited

On billows of enchantment tossed - Arthur Rimbaud "Waifs and Strays" transl. not credited

Breathes warmth into the night - Arthur Rimbaud "Waifs and Strays" transl. not credited

Sings every crust of golden gleams - Arthur Rimbaud "Waifs and Strays" transl. not credited

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The way the blue jay loves the sparrow egg - Dean Rader "I Never Knew I Loved Dean Rader"

Silence, which is not the same as being quiet - Dean Rader "I Never Knew I Loved Dean Rader"

The punishment for sight - Dean Rader "I Never Knew I Loved Dean Rader"

Of this world's bone-shell - Dean Rader "Poem Begun on the Day of My Father's Funeral and Completed on the First Day of the New Year"

Through the feathered ear of the angel - Dean Rader "Poem Begun on the Day of My Father's Funeral and Completed on the First Day of the New Year"

What does not burn might still die - Dean Rader "Poem Begun on the Day of My Father's Funeral and Completed on the First Day of the New Year"

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Whose skin resembles the bark of an ancient oak - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

Spins her wool by moonlight - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

Threads her fingers through the moss - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

Test the calluses I've grown - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

Sung to her beneath the arms of the beeches - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

The beeches reaching towards the birches - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

Gathering weeds by the stars - Kris Ringman "Oak Skin"

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To make sense of these billion leaves - Charles Rafferty "An Adulterous Spring"

God as he ransacked the world - Charles Rafferty "An Adulterous Spring"

Except for me all men are liars - Charles Rafferty "Advice for Beautiful Daughters Entering a World of Scoundrels"

They move well in only one direction - Charles Rafferty "Advice for Beautiful Daughters Entering a World of Scoundrels"

Cry beneath the majesty of 70,000 stars - Charles Rafferty "After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible to the Naked Eye"

Underneath a hailstorm of light - Charles Rafferty "After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible to the Naked Eye"

Could starve in this impoverished light - Charles Rafferty "After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible to the Naked Eye"

What we need after so many bone-bright days - Charles Rafferty "After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible to the Naked Eye"

More substantial than their own joy - Charles Rafferty "Blackbirds"

His fingers on fire and welded to pain - Charles Rafferty "Catena"

A line of brake lights blazing - Charles Rafferty "Daylight Moon"

Orbited by sharks, hurricanes and depth - Charles Rafferty "Daylight Moon"

At the fountain of unquenchable desire - Charles Rafferty "A Demonstration of How One Thing Leads to Another"

The air that will be between us - Charles Rafferty "Drift"

Silence and the expectation of sirens - Charles Rafferty "Ellipses"

Three darts thrown over a cliff - Charles Rafferty "Ellipses"

Time to blow out the stars - Charles Rafferty "A Farewell to Poetry"

A footnote to someone else's grandeur - Charles Rafferty "Forecast"

Like arrows tipped with moths - Charles Rafferty "Futility"

Has torn a hole in the weather - Charles Rafferty "Golf Course Moon"

Sweeping the dark from my pillow - Charles Rafferty "Golf Course Moon"

A song that keeps just ahead of your footfall - Charles Rafferty "Grackles"

In its cradle of dead bells - Charles Rafferty "Hotel Bible"

To mark the place of salvation or surrender - Charles Rafferty "Hotel Bible"

Guided by what burns - Charles Rafferty "Insomnolence"

Winter waiting for a meadow - Charles Rafferty "Mal Evans Counting"

A gnat in the air of greatness - Charles Rafferty "Mal Evans Counting"

To taste what his veins had hidden - Charles Rafferty "The Man Who Bled Wine"

Give me the deep-rooted weeds - Charles Rafferty "The Problem with African Violets"

Nothing beautiful belongs to us - Charles Rafferty "The Problem with African Violets"

Float like blossoms of dust - Charles Rafferty "The Problem with Wanting Something"

Magnetized for small disasters - Charles Rafferty "The Problem with Where We Live"

Using dynamite and metal claws - Charles Rafferty "Quarry"

Insisting that stars are possible - Charles Rafferty "Reflection"

Everything hidden returns in force - Charles Rafferty "Resumption"

Your voice was different there - Charles Rafferty "Snowfall After Hearing Hard News"

Following the turns a frozen creek - Charles Rafferty "Snowfall After Hearing Hard News"

A stone wall smothered by what fell - Charles Rafferty "Snowfall After Hearing Hard News"

Equidistant between the open doors - Charles Rafferty "Two Pianos"

And every puddle repeats it - Charles Rafferty "Two Pianos"

The anniversary of some future sadness - Charles Rafferty "Unnoticed"

The discordant breath of the risen - Charles Rafferty "The Untuned Piano"

Cages of words have dissolving bars - Charles Rafferty "Words"

Language is a prison that fails - Charles Rafferty "Words"

When a tongue attempts to pronounce the dead - Charles Rafferty "Words"

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Far floods thy bridal brought - Theodore H. Rand "Annapolis Basin"

Love's wedded tidal song - Theodore H. Rand "Annapolis Basin"

Wrought of the sea and sky - Theodore H. Rand "The Arethusa"

Rolls up the breathless blue - Theodore H. Rand "The Arethusa"

With life like beaded wine - Theodore H. Rand "At Minas Basin"

Has poured its living gold - Theodore H. Rand "At Minas Basin"

Outshone flaming Mars - Theodore H. Rand "Banishment"

Currents of iron seas - Theodore H. Rand "Bay of Fundy"

Thy flower is writ of grief - Theodore H. Rand "Beauty"

Thy rainbow's footed on the earth - Theodore H. Rand "Beauty"

The phantom of the buried tide - Theodore H. Rand "The Bowing Dyke"

By silence swift devoured - Theodore H. Rand "'By the Love'"

Pushed at the gates of death - Theodore H. Rand "'By the Love'"

Rose and rosebud on one stem - Theodore H. Rand "'By the Love'"

By the night of her own grief - Theodore H. Rand "'By the Love'"

The secret of the fiery dew - Theodore H. Rand "The Cirrus Cloud"

Lifting thyself victorious - Theodore H. Rand "The Cirrus Cloud"

But rather truth for love's own sake - Theodore H. Rand "Conduct"

While sister sprites wake laughter - Theodore H. Rand "The Crystal Spring"

Lost on earth's lone beach - Theodore H. Rand "Dian and Fundy"

Winged wonder of motion - Theodore H. Rand "The Dragonfly"

Watched in their vanishing wake - Theodore H. Rand "The Dragonfly"

In the eye of golden Day - Theodore H. Rand "The Dragonfly"

Sealed like a pavement of glass - Theodore H. Rand "The Dragonfly"

Shuttles of shadow and light - Theodore H. Rand "Fairy Glen"

Woven of sun and cloud - Theodore H. Rand "Fairy Glen"

Your roses are too fair for earth - Theodore H. Rand "Glory-Roses"

Reason's lens and knife - Theodore H. Rand "I Am"

The spirit shadowed in wraith - Theodore H. Rand "I Am"

Splendors of blossomed time - Theodore H. Rand "In Autumn's Dreamy Ear"

Freed from the painted dead - Theodore H. Rand "In Autumn's Dreamy Ear"

Half-full of heaven's gold - Theodore H. Rand "In City Streets"

Feeds his soul at Wisdom's lip - Theodore H. Rand "In the Cool of the Day"

Like a secret honeycomb adrip - Theodore H. Rand "In the Cool of the Day"

Of timeless years and iron fate - Theodore H. Rand "In the Cool of the Day"

Full-breathed symphony of spacious dream - Theodore H. Rand "An Inland Spruce"

A cluster of trod grapes - Theodore H. Rand "International Arbitration"

Thy punctual nest - Theodore H. Rand "The Loon"

Soul of solitariness, unblest - Theodore H. Rand "The Loon"

The trampling seas with rumbling chariots - Theodore H. Rand "Love's Immanence"

The news of light and love - Theodore H. Rand "Marie Depure"

Makes willing answer to Love's call - Theodore H. Rand "Marie Depure"

These workers of the golden straw - Theodore H. Rand "Marie Depure"

Speed from thy burning lamp - Theodore H. Rand "Marie Depure"

The spirit tipt with flame - Theodore H. Rand "The Nightingale"

Lest the living flame to ashes turn - Theodore H. Rand "The Nightingale"

In an endless passing knell - Theodore H. Rand "Nora Lee"

Like the tides and the stars and the rose - Theodore H. Rand "The Note of Nature"

Immemorial vigil lapst to dream - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

Iron gateways with remorseless flood - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

Sets a mirror at our feet - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

This sea and pool of heaven - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

And chants the tide to sleep - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

With rainbows of a thousand storms - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

Comes from hell through saintly hands - Theodore H. Rand "The Old Fisher's Song"

The diary of the rain cloud - Theodore H. Rand "Oblivion"

Into dust compelled - Theodore H. Rand "Oblivion"

The deep's great harmonies - Theodore H. Rand "Of Beauty"

A stain of day yet lingers - Theodore H. Rand "The Opal Fires Are Gone"

The furious tide in elemental fight - Theodore H. Rand "The Opal Fires Are Gone"

By sheeted rain blown tempest-wild - Theodore H. Rand "The Opal Fires Are Gone"

Ere they were kissed by winds - Theodore H. Rand "Partridge Island"

Swift changed to storm - Theodore H. Rand "The Rain Cloud"

Now falls the twisted rain - Theodore H. Rand "The Rain Cloud"

Minister of cooling dew - Theodore H. Rand "The Rain Cloud"

Pallid ash to crimson flame - Theodore H. Rand "A Red Sunrise"

The deep shall thunder its awful chant - Theodore H. Rand "A Red Sunrise"

Resistless fate and iron destiny - Theodore H. Rand "Resistless Fate"

So rolls the cycle of eternity - Theodore H. Rand "Resistless Fate"

Faint shadows on the arc - Theodore H. Rand "Resistless Fate"

The glow of secret heat - Theodore H. Rand "The Rose"

Of beauty without blame - Theodore H. Rand "The Rose"

Shorn by the tempest - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

The vast webs woven of tumult - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

Under the hollow sky - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

Throbbing as fiery dew - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

Blood of earth's wild pulsing veins - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

Soft cradled by the tide - Theodore H. Rand "The Sea Undine"

Which touch the infinite - Theodore H. Rand "The Sea Undine"

An ashen light serene - Theodore H. Rand "Song-Waves"

The frost of selfish blood - Theodore H. Rand "Song-Waves"

In the soul's own hot equators - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Time's shadows on the voyage - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Faith tastes the bread of God - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Though the sea-shell cheats the ear - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Deadly as the frost of scorn - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Guardian of the heart's temptations - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

And salt of grace - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Cast in oblivion's sunless well - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

While sailing life's surprising ocean - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Fresh from the mint of God - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

In this real of Sense and Time - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

From which she spins the lily - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Paints the peacock's hundred eyes - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Outruns the sympathy of crowds - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

In wake of mellow harvest - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

A seer in night of Time - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

The wine of shoreless oceans - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Rewards of no idle dream - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

The burnished cypher of the sky - Theodore Rand "Song-Waves"

Mount the next in its path - Theodore H. Rand "The Stormy Petrel"

As fearless as free - Theodore H. Rand "The Stormy Petrel"

As spiteful as hail - Theodore H. Rand "The Stormy Petrel"

By frost and sun and bitter brine - Theodore H. Rand "Tennyson Rock"

Against this frowning rock - Theodore H. Rand "The Tireless Sea"

Has known a thousand years of shock - Theodore H. Rand "The Tireless Sea"

March to the signs of heaven - Theodore H. Rand "The Tireless Sea"

Flood all the place of tears - Theodore H. Rand "The Tireless Sea"

Muffled waves of shoreless mystery - Theodore H. Rand "To Emeline"

Of human attribute and tone - Theodore H. Rand "To W."

Sweet rhythmic utterance unknown - Theodore H. Rand "To W."

In speech of beauty's lore - Theodore H. Rand "To W."

An open sea of a tiny lake - Theodore H. Rand "To W."

To attempt truth's goal - Theodore H. Rand "To W."

Breaks from these leafen lips - Theodore H. Rand "Under the Beeches"

To taste the wells of sleep - Theodore H. Rand "Under the Beeches"

Burns in the flying spheres - Theodore H. Rand "The Veiled Presence"

And in the deeper shadowed hearts - Theodore H. Rand "The Veiled Presence"

In gladsome scorn's disdain - Theodore H. Rand "Victor Is He!"

O rose in the mirror of time - Theodore H. Rand "The White Rose"

O form of eternal prime - Theodore H. Rand "The White Rose"

Though thy time-garment fade and vanish - Theodore H. Rand "The White Rose"

The silver arrows of song - Theodore H. Rand "The Whitethroat"

And silence strings her lutes - Theodore Rand "The Whitethroat"

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Among her ancient trophies is preserved - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Thro' their arched walks, dim at noonday - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Discovering many a glimpse of knights and dames - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Venturing together on a tale of love - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

A summer-sun sets ere one half is seen - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

The overflowings of an innocent heart - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Alone it hangs over a mouldering heir-loom - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Her Mother dying of the gift she gave - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

Remained awhile silent and tenantless - Samuel Rogers "Ginevra"

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A mitosis of knuckles - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

Golden and replaceable - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

Practice the want of nothing - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

Don't believe in yesterdays - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

A valley the light sags through - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

What is the odor of nothing - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

My dominion in want of excess - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

Pillars of bone flower - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

The bride of my own sad light - Julian Randall "The King Is Dead, Long Live the King"

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If I am what survives - Camille Rankine "Inheritance"

A mind reaching back into the dark - Camille Rankine "Inheritance"

Caught between two unmarked graves - Camille Rankine "Inheritance"

Gone west with a new wish - Camille Rankine "Ways to Disappear"

Gone still in the heart - Camille Rankine "Ways to Disappear"

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Once more my hand will clasp your hand - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

And heaped their glories at your feet - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

Which shine no more for you and me - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

A jewel set to shine adown Time's misty ways - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

Its shadow on our life-path cast - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

And Time's relentless barriers fell - D.J. Robertson "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.144-v.III, 2 Oct. 1886]

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Their compressed toil - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

In the age of loss - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

Alive at the center - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

Mindless in the spirals - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

From the myth they make of me - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

The dream of loss - Justin Phillip Reed "About the Bees"

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Because we lifted a stone from the bloodless river - Roger Reeves "Beneath the Perseids"

Pressed its exile to our eye - Roger Reeves "Beneath the Perseids"

Their urgent dust and disquisitions - Roger Reeves "Beneath the Perseids"

For the sweat of stars sliding across his sword - Roger Reeves "Beneath the Perseids"

When the muskrats fight in the swamps - Roger Reeves "Black Laws"

A rancid moon beneath our legs - Roger Reeves "Black Laws"

All the ocean's water without me - Roger Reeves "Black Laws"

Turn every head into a cautious metronome - Roger Reeves "Brazil"

Focus on the wasp at the window - Roger Reeves "Brazil"

Wading into the sky - Roger Reeves "Brazil"

The symphony hall of atrocities - Roger Reeves "Brazil"

My genocides folded into my wallet - Roger Reeves "Brazil"

Deeply mistaken about the end of the world - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Just a house fire ignored - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Of that solitary burning - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Too sick in their love to notice - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Slipped on the slick rag of the future - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Never meant to be human - Roger Reeves "Children Listen"

Several plagues including time - Roger Reeves "For Black Children at the End of the World--and the Beginning"

Chrysalis hanging on the bough of this night - Roger Reeves "For Black Children at the End of the World--and the Beginning"

Anvil and iron be thy name - Roger Reeves "For Black Children at the End of the World--and the Beginning"

In the beheading of your ghost - Roger Reeves "For Black Children at the End of the World--and the Beginning"

Abandon the hunger-suffering vulture - Roger Reeves "The Head of the Cottonmouth"

Watch his comrades close down the sky - Roger Reeves "The Head of the Cottonmouth"

And flung into the falling sky - Roger Reeves "The Head of the Cottonmouth"

Bartering with the wind - Roger Reeves "Prayer to the Gods of the Night, II"

Nothing more than the night extended - Roger Reeves "Prayer to the Gods of the Night, II"

The market is made of fire - Roger Reeves "Tag at Pullman National Monument"

To escape this year's killing season - Roger Reeves "Tag at Pullman National Monument"

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Planted for their temporary kingdoms - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"

The oil drip of wasted want - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"

So many exits missed - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"

Centuries between my teeth - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"

Flicking all the dead ends off - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"

Silver in its silence - Heidi Andrea Restrepo Rhodes "pitter/patter"

Rubble of the hours spent - Heidi Andrea Restrepo Rhodes "pitter/patter"

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Followed three shadows against the moon - Ernest Rhys "Ballad of the Buried Sword"

To which our tired hearts are come - Ernest Rhys "Ballad of the Buried Sword"

While the last torch spent its flame - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

For the darker grace of death - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

In that black descent of night - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Of shadow found a voice - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Circling as the wheel of spirits - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Served with harp and sword - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Found great solace at that song - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Through the gate of night - Ernest Rhys "The House of Hendra"

Still our pulses kept the tale - Ernest Rhys "The Night Ride"

The dress you danced in yesterday - Ernest Rhys "A Song of Happiness"

Nor conjure you by night - Ernest Rhys "A Song of Happiness"

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The maker of a woodland hymn - Grantland Rice "The Bug's View-Point"

Had drawn his dream of spring - Grantland Rice "The Bug's View-Point"

At night when the moon is hidden - Grantland Rice "Ghosts of the Argonne"

Some night with its moonless weather - Grantland Rice "Ghosts of the Argonne"

Their stark dreams leap the foam - Grantland Rice "Ghosts of the Argonne"

Until the twilight shadows creep - Grantland Rice "Play Ball"

Until the final shadows fall - Grantland Rice "Play Ball"

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As if it were not ourselves - Adrienne Rich

Sweet dark drops of your spirit - Adrienne Rich "The Art of Translation"

Green with the flare of life - Adrienne Rich "The Art of Translation"

The sharded self of the lightbulb - Adrienne Rich "The Art of Translation"

The obsolete copper profile - Adrienne Rich "The Art of Translation"

Hoping they have redemption stored - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The suburbs of acquiescence - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Silence rising fumelike - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The capital of money and dolor - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The cleft tree-trunk and the wintering ants - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Our intricate losing game - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The spider's decision is made - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

On her own terms in cold, in silence - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

As if accounting nature's waste - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The bleak glare aching over all - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Voices alive in legends - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

A poetry older than hatred - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The nightvault swarming with stars - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The Pleiades broken loose - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Coherently webbed and knotted - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Through the eye of a rock - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Their wild calm constructs - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Could overwhelm those waters - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Some ghosts come everywhere with you - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Executing the blueprints of resistance - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Already acquainted with mourning - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Clouds an arm's reach away - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Drinking the spaces of crimson - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Your hands of oak and silk - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Of blackberry juice and drums - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

This earth and the bones within it - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Promises made and mocked - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Plowed contours of shame and hope - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Murmurs extinguished and echoing - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Fooled as to her destiny - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

To escape the common fate - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

The burnt-out dream of innocence - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Blessing and cursing are born as twins - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

In furrows of relentless precision - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

Black lace crisp as cinders - Adrienne Rich "An Atlas of the Difficult World"

As summer tears apart milkweeds - Adrienne Rich "August"

Crushed at the vineyards' edge - Adrienne Rich "Camino Real"

Hawk-skied, carrion-clean - Adrienne Rich "Camino Real"

Ranging themselves over enormous autumn - Adrienne Rich "Camino Real"

To footnote lesser evils - Adrienne Rich "Camino Real"

Never to trust to memory only - Adrienne Rich "Camino Real"

Feeding the partisans from frugal larders - Adrienne Rich "Char"

The moon ablaze in every quarter - Adrienne Rich "Char"

Meadows of fog and crickets - Adrienne Rich "Char"

The invisible existence of the thrush - Adrienne Rich "Char"

The microbes frozen in each soul - Adrienne Rich "Char"

The poet appalled and transfixed - Adrienne Rich "Char"

The maker of terrible delicate decisions - Adrienne Rich "Char"

A courage wrapped in absolute tact - Adrienne Rich "Char"

Wild thyme ripped from a burning meadow - Adrienne Rich "Char"

Thrown husk of a moon - Adrienne Rich "Darklight"

The night's first dream - Adrienne Rich "Darklight"

Ancient hour between light and dark - Adrienne Rich "Darklight"

Memory lifts her smoky mirror - Adrienne Rich "Eastern War Time"

Her pockets drained of meaning - Adrienne Rich "Eastern War Time"

Eel eyes piercing the rivers - Adrienne Rich "Ends of the Earth"

From the marrow of our bones - Adrienne Rich "For a Friend in Travail"

The tides beseeching, besieging the bay - Adrienne Rich "For an Anniversary"

The bay in its ruined languor - Adrienne Rich "For an Anniversary"

From your palm a rift of salt - Adrienne Rich "For This"

Uncommon and agile as truth - Adrienne Rich "For This"

A lighthouse keeper's ethics - Adrienne Rich "For This"

And still we aren't inured - Adrienne Rich "Four Short Poems 1"

As I have been compelled by you - Adrienne Rich "Four Short Poems 1"

Courtliness and operatic mystery - Adrienne Rich "Four Short Poems 1"

Spraying ruin on revolution - Adrienne Rich "Four Short Poems 4"

Stolen secrets in the cleft reside - Adrienne Rich "Four Short Poems 4"

History of fox briars of legend - Adrienne Rich "Fox"

The truth of briars - Adrienne Rich "Fox"

A vixen's courage in vixen terms - Adrienne Rich "Fox"

The pearly choker of innocence around my throat - Adrienne Rich "Grating"

Where beauty names itself - Adrienne Rich "Grating"

Only wild and wavering - Adrienne Rich "Implosions"

Five swans chanting overhead - Adrienne Rich "Letters to a Young Poet"

Panic in the labyrinth - Adrienne Rich "Letters to a Young Poet"

Caught in a laboratory without a science - Adrienne Rich "Letters to a Young Poet"

This undertow of utter repetition - Adrienne Rich "Letters to a Young Poet"

Between persistence and impatience - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

The bench of forced confessions - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

Your shadow with its enormous eyes - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

On the scarred bench sequestered - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

Arsenals spawning wealth - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

The hurl and flutter of the gulls' wings - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

Pelicans and cormorants stumbling up the bay - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

Abruptly bandaged in darkness - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

Anger and fear rotating on an axle of love - Adrienne Rich "A Long Conversation"

The infinity of these silent spaces - Adrienne Rich "Messages"

The true time of our universe - Adrienne Rich "Messages"

Simple textures falling open - Adrienne Rich "Messages"

Skyward through a glazed rectangle - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

An old trigonometry still true - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

In orbits flaming or cold - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Wisteria bulging on spring air - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Declare all passions obsolete - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

The managed contagion of ignorance - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Look through history's bloodshot eyes - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

This dreadnought wreck cut loose - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

In her famine waisted flamingo gown - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Ate and drank liberation - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Grief-blind on ice - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Take the temperature of the soul - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

When the black irises lean at dawn - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

The hen vouchsafes no safety - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

The pride of architects collapsing - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Fame slides on its belly - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

The fog's irregular documents break open - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Young stars in the belt of Orion - Adrienne Rich "Midnight Salvage"

Following you up stairwells of scarred oak - Adrienne Rich "Modotti"

Corridors of tile and jaundiced plaster - Adrienne Rich "Modotti"

Your footprints of light - Adrienne Rich "Modotti"

The stern exposure of your brows - Adrienne Rich "Modotti"

From your neighborhood of volcanoes - Adrienne Rich "Modotti"

Into a bitter-chocolate vein - Adrienne Rich "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes"

All but the footprint of your soul - Adrienne Rich "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes"

As we don't say of the night - Adrienne Rich "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes"

For a peasant century's bread - Adrienne Rich "1941"

The amateur of drought - Adrienne Rich "1941"

The collector of rains - Adrienne Rich "1941"

My century's hinged and beveled mirror - Adrienne Rich "1999"

Raise a poem to justice - Adrienne Rich "Noctilucent Clouds"

With your sheet-lightning apprehension - Adrienne Rich "Noctilucent Clouds"

Transparent and bound to disappear - Adrienne Rich "Octobrish"

Displaced from their own habitat - Adrienne Rich "Octobrish"

Air to their purpose - Adrienne Rich "Olivia"

The exhausted theatre of of your sleep - Adrienne Rich "Olivia"

To lift above loyalty - Adrienne Rich "Olivia"

A modest life punctuated with fevers - Adrienne Rich "Plaza Street and Flatbush"

A bandage over bewilderment - Adrienne Rich "Plaza Street and Flatbush"

Art is a register of light - Adrienne Rich "Plaza Street and Flatbush"

Dressed with a kindly quilt - Adrienne Rich "Rauschenberg's Bed"

From a spectral pillow - Adrienne Rich "Rauschenberg's Bed"

Ice-packed in dreams of freezing - Adrienne Rich "Rauschenberg's Bed"

An ocean heartless as eternity - Adrienne Rich "Regardless"

Time of splintering and stardust - Adrienne Rich "Regardless"

Through fog thicket and twisted wire - Adrienne Rich "Rusted Legacy"

Dark's velvet dialectic - Adrienne Rich "Rusted Legacy"

Art's uncharted aquifers - Adrienne Rich "Rusted Legacy"

A space primed for neglect - Adrienne Rich "Second Sight"

Paths that have failed - Adrienne Rich "Second Sight"

In search of reasons underground - Adrienne Rich "Second Sight"

Stored like sacred grain - Adrienne Rich "Seven Skins"

A hermit crab seeing nobler shells - Adrienne Rich "Seven Skins"

All that rots or rusts - Adrienne Rich "She"

Missing Every Other Point - Adrienne Rich "Shooting Script 12"

Ashes spilled - Adrienne Rich "Shooting Script 14"

The map of the future - Adrienne Rich "Shooting Script 14"

Gleaning transcripts of fog - Adrienne Rich "Tattered Kaddish"

This surrendered acre - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Trembling on the broken crust - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Moss behaving like a guide - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Filled with perfect ozone - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

The blizzard's peace and drama - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

The altar where eternal bargains are struck - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Inside your destructible heart - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Dared mix beauty with courage - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Stings the air like a sharp herb - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

Across the surrendered forest - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

The map of chance and purpose - Adrienne Rich "Terza Rima"

That speaks louder than my passport - Adrienne Rich "This Evening Let's"

We're neither of us running - Adrienne Rich "This Evening Let's"

Many reasons not to waste a rainy evening - Adrienne Rich "This Evening Let's"

Each netted in transparent air - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

The clear oranges burning - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

When your dreams ebbed salt-thick - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

Whose breath was fog to your mist - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

Whose stubborn shadow covered you - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

In their outraged light - Adrienne Rich "Through Cottalitos Under Rolls of Cloud"

Mortared with the shells of trilobites - Adrienne Rich "Two Arts"

Pieced together by starlight - Adrienne Rich "Two Arts"

Entrusted to close the box - Adrienne Rich "Veteran's Day"

Ankled and waisted with bells - Adrienne Rich "Veteran's Day"

Dumpster shrine of miracles - Adrienne Rich "Veteran's Day"

Eyes hooded in refusal - Adrienne Rich "Veteran's Day"

Awful bridge rising over naked air - Adrienne Rich "Victory"

Foils for fencing with pain - Adrienne Rich "Victory"

Glasses of varying spectrum - Adrienne Rich "Victory"

Victory indented in disaster - Adrienne Rich "Victory"

Who rode on what shoulders - Adrienne Rich "Waiting for You at the Mystery Spot"

Watching the miraculous migration of sunshafts - Adrienne Rich "Waiting for You at the Mystery Spot"

Great spears folding into letters - Adrienne Rich "Waiting for You at the Mystery Spot"

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Obscured behind wild horses - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

Like a retinue of assassins - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

The dark mouth enveloping - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

Unasked for and colorless - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

Caught in a before and after - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

Happy with the waste of the world - Susan Rich “Shadowbox”

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Dark as a demon's dream - John Rollin Ridge "False, but Beautiful"

Throned in joy above - John Rollin Ridge "False, but Beautiful"

To thrill with subtle poison - John Rollin Ridge "False, but Beautiful"

My harp of broken strings - John Rollin Ridge "The Harp of Broken Strings"

And feel its broken melody - John Rollin Ridge "The Harp of Broken Strings"

And Reason pales upon her throat - John Rollin Ridge "The Harp of Broken Strings"

His exile doom to flee - John Rollin Ridge "The Harp of Broken Strings"

In a lonely wood I wandered once - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

Warbling birds of melancholy wing - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

Eternal threw their flickering darkness - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

Scenes now painted on the map of Time - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

Rebounds to shouts of liberty untamed - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

To guard the relics of a friend - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "An Indian's Grave"

Held my desperate hand from crime - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

When every other source of joy has fled - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

To add but poison to a wound - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

Within the deep of wilderness and night - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

Enshrouds the spirit sorrowing pale - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

Gather round the angry clouds - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

Take the harp and tune its wail - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "My Harp"

And pours rich glory on me - John Rollin Ridge "Random Thoughts of Her"

Sweet thoughts and beautiful - John Rollin Ridge "Random Thoughts of Her"

In borrowed radiance - John Rollin Ridge "Random Thoughts of Her"

In harmony with those below - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [Come to the river's side, my love]"

Match the whisper of the leaves - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [Come to the river's side, my love]"

Fell on my spirit's deeper night - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [I saw her once--her eye's deep light]"

Upon my heart with rapture chained - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [I saw her once--her eye's deep light]"

A meteor thrown athwart some sky - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [I saw her once--her eye's deep light]"

Across the strings of magic fire - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [I saw her once--her eye's deep light]"

A spirit-planted, fadeless flower - John Rollin Ridge aka Yellow Bird "Song [I saw her once--her eye's deep light]"

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Less weight than resting moonlight - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Flitted between larches in the lean twilights - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Any delicate report of you - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Like a tent about the ice-capped stars - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Jeweled with a million flaming points - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Blue-forked flowers of lightning - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Goaded by soliciting light - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

Audacious as hibiscus flowers - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

Five-pierced with old pain - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

A spindling thread unraveling silver - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

At dawn before the locusts - Lola Ridge "The Alley"

With an ocean's belly underneath - Lola Ridge "Alliance"

The wind that has shaken off its dust - Lola Ridge "Altitude"

And anger but a little silence - Lola Ridge "Altitude"

Make brave sallies at the stars - Lola Ridge "Amy Lowell"

Thought at its own axis may be whorled - Lola Ridge "Appulse"

Stark precipice of walls - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

The wall pour forth without aim - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

White and still as a pillar of salt - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

In the trek of the blind snow - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

Drive chariots in air - Lola Ridge "Betty"

The colors in hell's flag - Lola Ridge "Betty"

When the stars have gone inside - Lola Ridge "Betty"

To braid the crinkled-silver rain - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Carry them careful and very proud - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Falls off the wings of the silence - Lola Ridge "Betty"

With its back to the moon - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Creak when the wind steps on you - Lola Ridge "Betty"

A shadow with its eyes full - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Flung such luminous notes - Lola Ridge "Cactus Seed"

So close to the flowing dark - Lola Ridge "Caesar"

As it comes in empty places - Lola Ridge "Celia"

The night that walks alone - Lola Ridge "Celia"

The wet rags of the wind - Lola Ridge "Celia"

Commandeering sight like caravans - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Ignite dull talk to fables - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Hers by old certitude of use - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Quiescent as at the roots of mountains - Lola Ridge "Circuit"

One in the vast coil of silence - Lola Ridge "Circuit"

Burnt in every cusp of brass - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Clenching like a brazen fist - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Out of sheaths of amethyst - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Old fiery poisons burst their fragile goblets - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Hold the breath still and heart pale - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A fey sense illumines - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

The dim torch that Zarathustra blew on - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

As a white goat before the slaughter - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Beautiful as gulls upon the water - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Upon the silken silence of his feet - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Draws the trembling spirit like a seed - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Of some white palpitating core - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Burn up Manhattan like a reed - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A broken honeycomb spilling over the waxen edges - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Swarming up the mauve mist - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Catch the sun upon their snouts - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

My heart like a splintered vase - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Envious of the light it cannot hold - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A golden nailhead, burning in your palm - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Stir the attar of unused air - Lola Ridge "Dedication"

A wisp of the battering wind - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

Trail my fingers along the Alps - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

Tear at the pillars of the world - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

The golden sheath of a remembered day - Lola Ridge "The Dream"

Where shall I pour my dream - Lola Ridge "The Dream"

Dreams only change their houses - Lola Ridge "Dreams"

Jaded with monotony of lights - Lola Ridge "East River"

With soft notes of the arisen lilies - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Gods of the first dark surmise - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Who parted waters with a glistening tusk - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Came out with the privy stars at dusk - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

To trouble rivers with their small fierce eyes - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

On the drawn knees of the mountain - Lola Ridge "The Edge"

And held my heart up like a cup - Lola Ridge "The Edge"

Out of fiery contacts - Lola Ridge "Electricity"

Touching and whirled apart - Lola Ridge "Electricity"

A thought of storm-drenched fields - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

Threads of tortured silver - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

Fused in flaming circuit with the night - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

His own eyeful against the other's eyeful - Lola Ridge "Emma Goldman"

Only time standing well off - Lola Ridge "Emma Goldman"

The jargon of engines quiet - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

A zigzag fire leapt in our sockets - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

The pyre their memories burn on - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

The sea that kneels above us - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

Only in silence can one hear - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Meet in one clear symphony - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Go veiled on secret silver thresholds - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Who have scaled high sunsets - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

The dewdrop on the sorrel-blade - Lola Ridge "Fame"

A tiny silver mirror held to the high stars - Lola Ridge "Fame"

The august eye of Aldebaran - Lola Ridge "Fame"

Pay bright homage to oblivion - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

Singled from the anonymous host - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

Obliterating sands upon its bones - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

The day was arteried with fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Stagnate like a knot in time - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Coiled as in the primal chrysalis - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Lie between two lions paws - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Wore the rose of pain - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Erect upon her wheeling skies - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

That great flame upon the scrolls - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Compounded of light and air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

In infinite order streaming - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Rocked like a trapeze of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Whirled betwixt their spinning bands - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

A trestle between earth and heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

With a mellow and secret laughter - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Tasting of its bronze and iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

And smite horizons like a gong - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

The mask of light that pressed his face - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Bone and sinew dragging mountains down - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

All that hues the chrysalis - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

A trampled fire begins again to glow - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Caught between two winds - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Astray from the straight pure bevel - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Old wisdoms of the loam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

As though marble should be pithed with flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Eye acrid as a quince - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

An immense blurred harmony - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

One dark note weaving endlessly - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

In an envelope of fire not yet struck to flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Rams straining beyond the gate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

From the matrix of the black cloud - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

In the conch shell of darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Of the fiber of lightning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Admitted to the cabalas of the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

As a reed holds song - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Thumb-printed on the quarried stone - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

A fleck of ash on the pomegranate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

In the pillared flame of music - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Of music that is time made audible - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

End past compass or compute - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

An octave in its flight - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Little hatreds and chiming loves - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Fed them honey of his heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

A vast April moving on the void - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

The first stammering upon the waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

In the vast equations of the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Golden spools of the sun and dawns - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Heard now the feet of centuries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

The quiet at the core of hurricanes - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Divide the ancient body of the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Burning solace on his tongue - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Blazoning his face above the mountains - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Blazing a wide path to Rome - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

As to the heart of a poppy seed - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Omnivorous and without mercy - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Pierced with the white crow of dawn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Informing the night's arteries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

That hold their tiny revels on a thorn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Pass in some bright avalanche of dew - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Cleaving shadows in their dance - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Perfect as a wish forever unfulfilled - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Their bright invulnerable seed - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Strew an alien luster on the air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Dissolved like an old moon - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Leaving a corpselight burning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Moved amid the multitude of olive trees - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

And lizards moved with noiseless feet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

The white bones of fanged Jerusalem - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Tainted with some strange infection - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Dragged a load of stars along our wake - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Overflowed the dim gold vase of evening - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Without blare of any gilded trumpet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

The bugles of the light are blowing - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Take a multitude for a partner - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Became apples for vultures - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Cactus for a pillow - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The dark solstice of his dream - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Light that was its shining currency - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Over the whispering congregation of the lilies - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The savor of bitter waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The lilies braced their narrow shoulders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

To range the highways of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Hanging by a thread of light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Aimed at me his lightning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

This hollow at the red pith of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

With eyes like angry wasps - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Less weight than moonbeams - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Seed of the fierce flame that burned on Horeb - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

Eleven petals about the rose - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

Laughter in the night's valleys - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

The rim about the circle of nothingness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

With no fierce hungers in my soul - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Dark adventure for the heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Strange signals on the air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Leaving the eye uncertain of their shining - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Invading all the pastures of the flesh - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Whose ardors work in men and tigers - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

While rain falls through oleanders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Time is a frenzied music in my ears - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

From battle grounds of memory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Hooding all dark secrets of the flesh - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The down-rushing arc of heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Faint beneath the kiss of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The larger innocence of air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The locked shadow of their wings - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

That leaned so gaunt against the sky - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

And his heart is fed with water - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

A fey thin singing in his blood - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The wheedling ways of conquest - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Impose upon me a sense of sin - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

To mime with sorrow for a mask - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Nor withheld one bright jot - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

And whirl into a tranced oblivion - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The lava-dusted bottom of a cup - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

That hovers like a burning dove - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

A melody in the throats of morning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The morning came like primroses - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

That took the light like ivory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The fiery point of the drawn star - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Streaming over the blue miles - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The veins of evening had been drained - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

For increase of their luster - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

That feed on the vast fig of evening - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Apples of fire ripened and fell - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Burned from lime to apricot - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Pouring a brimming fire in their eyes - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Drew their sundered spirits close - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A silver stream of fishes on the march - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

And dance each with his neighbor - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Within each eye the naked blade - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The chill morning coming over Egypt - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Left within it graft of alien fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A wind frail as a kitten's paw - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Sweet as many roses on one stem - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Rose heart of many thousand mornings - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Deep as the earth carries her jewels - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Twilight people to be a dusk in memory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

As out of a burst crystal - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Inflow of jewelled waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The white eyes of blind gods - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Of unicorns all dripping gold - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A dream corrupts if kept too long - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Shook the moonlight from his shoulders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Wishful in secret to forget - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Upon her tongues of iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The traitorous earth that scorpions nest in - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Newly arisen from delirium - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

And reach his arms out to the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The dim pulse of the rye - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Slow tread of barley in loam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A vacuum that time should circle - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 1: The Ray"

A sphere surrounding nothingness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 1: The Ray"

Stone-dust on his tongue - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

The brackish tangs of the raw ores - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

In the drop poised upon the thorn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

Lilies unwithering, magnolias of iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

A coiling and dark place - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

Beheld the paradigm of light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 3: The Ray II"

Whirled amid the pillared frame of ivory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 3: The Ray II"

When may we leave for Babylon? - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Rampant in the sun of yesterday - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

A split rind emptied of all good - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

April fills its jar with bloom - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Galleys miss appointments with the tides - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Light glimpsed upon the rims of vision - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Between them and the floating dust - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Within the circle of its radiance - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Shook unto their gnarled roots - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Upon the withered vine of thought - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Aspire unto its valiant company - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

As the vulture fell like a flung stone - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Peer into the craters of an eyeless god - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

That sank a javelin in my heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Freed from the harsh fires of the soul - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

The darkened corners of the spirit - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Bustling on her thousand ways - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Not disintegrate to final dust - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

In which elemental things achieve volition - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Those shining galleys of the stars - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

A silvery whisper upon the morning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Coifed in the bright beginning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Drift now beneath its feathered darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

The arousing fanfare of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

A clear tone like a silver trumpet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Made terrible with too much light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Morning is a bird set for flight - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 3: Lullaby"

One mane of a thousand lions - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 3: Lullaby"

A floating bubble of silence - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Silence as at the core of a jewel - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Be a brand for his consuming - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Shall blaze before I darken - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Made marble blossom in quarries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Gold artery the faithful rock - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Where is no food for eagles - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Had been safer with the lions - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

A thousand winters in my bones - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Touch a glowworm for your star - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Touching the current of the beam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

A thumb print on the rim of azure - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

The gliding silence of the vulture - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

The wings drip coral flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Reappear upon its foreseen circle - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Wrote on my heart with stylus of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Builded about the hollow of their dream - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

With the air conspire a fiery treason - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Wings great enough to sustain our victories - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Shapes of foam that banner in the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Shattering the moonlight on the Euphrates - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Scorpions crawling through the crevices - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Drinking fouled water and sour wines - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

In which the living sap might burn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

The living tendons of a flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

Against the dimmer arc of heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

Blew a golden horn among the olive trees - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Amid the plumbless jasmine of the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

As moons silver the Dead Sea - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

The endless banalities of water - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Down into rich and endless darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Had no hunger for the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Who wrestled with all the winds - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

A wand of fire immaculate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Underneath the diapason of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Snow wraiths circle us - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

The parasitic snow that clings about them - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

The blizzard waltzes with the night - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

Where men are fed into the fires - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Out of the silence of wheels - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

In endless reverberations under the mountain - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

A blood-shot eye in the black mask of night - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Raced by each blind-folded street - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Missed no gesture of the wind - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Sweet inquisition of light - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Labor walks beside the mules - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

The silence of keys and silvery hands - Lola Ridge "Fuel"

Lit only by the memories of stars - Lola Ridge "The Garden"

Covering all avenues of air - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a river addled with its hot tide - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Abiding brood of those ancient mothers - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Who saw the dawn break over Egypt - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Under the molten silence of the desert - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The scorpions tick-ticking on the sand - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The infinite procession of those feet - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Time spins like a crazy dial - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Fiery static atom - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Her lit eyes kindling the mob - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

One more pebble in the pack - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The love of her lyric body - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The glow of darkened lights - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Drums rattling like curses - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Torches spluttering silver fire - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Picking up the slipped threads - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a crazy quilt stretched on a line - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Takes on a garbled majesty - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The herded stalls in dissolute array - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

With flashes of barbaric hues - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

An ancient tapestry of motley weave - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

No peg to hang their taunts upon - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Backed by a nickel star - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Stored away in his mind's lavender - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Born to trade as to a caul - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Peddles the notions of the hour - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Balanced like scales at nought - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Old thoughts, dry as snuff - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Dainty antennae for the touch and withdrawal - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Vibrant with the momentum of long runs - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a flute among trombones - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

World-voices chanting grand arias - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Half-heard like rain on pools - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Majestic discords greater than harmonies - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Waving their dreams like flags - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The waste light of stars - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The stark trunks of the factories - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

With dust of long oblivions - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Staring as through a choked glass - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Nude glory of the moon - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

A word molten out of the mouth of God - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Burning spires in aureoles of light - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Till they shine like phosphorus - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The frail moon worn to a silvery tissue - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Piping in silvery thin sweet staccato - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a litter of tiny bells - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Swirling in tumultuous uncharted tides - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Out of spent particles stirring - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like flame at an asbestos curtain - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

A bitter wine out of the bloody stills of the world - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Sunrise glimmering upon a gallows - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

Streak of silver song ravelled with rain - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

You shall outlast horizons - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

Light fine as a wasp's sting - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

The silence a compressed sting - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Breaks out of the shivered circle - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Leaps like flame to flame - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Eyes like suddenly yielded gates - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

The wishful dream of a fairy king - Lola Ridge "Incognito (To P.C.)"

Feet that dance on slipping earth - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

Laughter in tears and malice in mirth - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

A curt tone of blue - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

Between the alleys of the stars - Lola Ridge "Interim"

Like the ebb of poppies - Lola Ridge "Iron Wine"

Like the blood of elderberries - Lola Ridge "Iron Wine"

Stalking the first star - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Alone into the Silence - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Waver and dwindle and be lost - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

In a million avid points - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Of a crevice in the night - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

So the shadows have it their way - Lola Ridge "Jude"

When you scoop a sunbeam up - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Can look in the face of the sun - Lola Ridge "Jude"

The sun gets angry when you stare - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Like God out of his Burning Bush - Lola Ridge "Jude"

As a fierce red spider on a burning thread - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Watching all roads at one time - Lola Ridge "Jude"

A black chimney throwing up sparks - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Pliant with the strength of rooted things - Lola Ridge "Kerensky"

Gorgeous Death with all her spangles - Lola Ridge "Labor"

Like a taper forgotten in the dawn - Lola Ridge "Labor"

Split an inch into thousandths - Lola Ridge "The Legion of Iron"

Knowing force as a brother - Lola Ridge "The Legion of Iron"

In a spray of amethyst and gold - Lola Ridge "Libation"

That slay all colour as they run - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"

With naked lilies in white truce - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"

Gold at the uttermost circles fading - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Into the tenderest hint of jade - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Towers squatting graven and cold - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

On velvet bales of the dark - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Appraising indolent idol's eye - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

About life's vanishing points - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Of unknown voltage whirling on your axis - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Scrawling vermillion signatures - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Innumberable ions of light - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Light that jingles like anklet chains - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like trillions of porcelain vases shattering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Diffusing in shimmering nebulae - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Submerging the low-lying stars - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Captive light in the goblets quivering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Infinite bubbles of light - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like a great spurious diamond - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Her hydra heads above the avenues - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Crouching like a great cat - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Flotsam of the five oceans - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

On this raft of the world - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Nimble shadows out of the jigging tree - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Glitters in indigo darkness - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Rimming vistas of mean streets - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Littered with memories like ancient garrets - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Ask nothing of the spring - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

In strands of shattered rose - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Undulant rustlings of oncoming silk - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Pink inuendoes hooded in gray - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like buds in a cobweb - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Gems half weary of their glittering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

And spires rise like litanies - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Late snow beats with cold white fists - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Out of the black pockets of alleys - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Snow with its devilish and silken whisper - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like a skunk that roots about the heart - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Talked in mellow day-ends - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Spread quivering spokes of gold - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Spices drifted out of the blown fire - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Against the words of princes - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

The faint gold light of evening - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

That loitered with silken slippers - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Silken slippers upon the pinnacles - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Have touched their deep quietness - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

No more communicants of the green sap - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Bring to you their spindling hungers - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Carrying light like sunsets upon wings - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Still whirling on their concrete bases - Lola Ridge "Morning Ride"

Blazon the immolated dreams that silled - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

That spilled their colors in your tawny bronze - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Sound in your audacious symphony - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Tearing at their own roots - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Standing up in its shaken deeps - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Turning harsh things to beauty - Lola Ridge "Mother"

And loved you for what they are not - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Nothing buried or thrown away - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Softly triumphant folding immensities of light - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Flowing immune and cold - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Punctured by needle lights - Lola Ridge "Nocturne"

If we should meet the Snow - Lola Ridge "North Wind"

A dime for a wired rose - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

Nickel to ride to the zigzag stars - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

Who feed you on cardboard ships - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

That strain to touch their tips with stars - Lola Ridge "Re-birth"

Red flag waving over Spartacus - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Till the lopped staff blooms again - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Over devastation I salute you - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Let the iron run wild - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Your lives like dust in your hands - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

In your irresistible unspent force - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Shall enter like the wind - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Fly to the mountains for one safe bough - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Impact of charged atoms in ceaseless vibration - Lola Ridge "Russian Women"

Swarming particles of light - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Follow each other in shimmering confusion - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Emptying her craters of their silvery ash - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Light spinning a gossamer trestle - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Swung from the flame of windows - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Snare you on my sharper edges - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

Running over my soul without sound - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

And dreams disintegrate like breath - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

Caparisoned in your secret darkness - Lola Ridge "Seed"

Secret darkness full of green banners - Lola Ridge "Seed"

Statured to a savage innocence - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Stately as a flower of cactus - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

As one who fears old ambush - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

In the golden distance of your eyes - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Not all the rain of centuries - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Two points of amber fire - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Austerely greeting the sun - Lola Ridge "Skyscrapers"

Dance in the dim violet places - Lola Ridge "Snow-Dance for the Dead"

The dim chaos of the roofs - Lola Ridge "Solo"

Old as song - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

Who spilled the sacred oil - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And stuck the stars among her hair - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And all our fumbling voices - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

Rise up with singing roots - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And sings exultant with the Iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

That dares and endures the crucible - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Day is at the gates and a young wind - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Running along the roots of the mountains - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Feel the long recoil of earth - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

The brazen, articulate tongues of the Iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

To the rhythm of prisons dismantled - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

To the rhythm of arsenals burning - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Gnashing of steel serpents twisting - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Screeching of steam-glutted cauldrons - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Shock of leviathans prone - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Locked mammoths of iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Tasting the turbulent fury of living - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Torn into octaves discordantly clashing - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

That wear no shadow on their nakedness - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

The recurrent shadow of the night - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Arisen in a jeweled fly - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Evades the cold extortion of your eye - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Remembered terror in your touch - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Wild trees that strain against the dawn - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

That have tamed a million such - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Breaking the long stride of stars - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Of old harsh remedies - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Bitter healing at the roots of seas - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

I know you flower darkly - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Eaves-dropping on your silences - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

As sluggish waters in duress - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

The dream-shapes you weave - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Clings as light might to a crocus - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Have known only my own shallows - Lola Ridge "Submerged"

Into the flame and out again - Lola Ridge "Sun-Up"

Withdrawn into the lone high eyries - Lola Ridge "Thermopylae"

Censored truth as pale as fear - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

Censored lies that mimic truth - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

Foiled by a broken stair - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

By the silver whistle of a moonbeam - Lola Ridge "Time-Stone"

Than all your tally of the sunsets - Lola Ridge "Time-Stone"

A tentacle of the vast dawn - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

In the gray stone of your face - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

Bearing strange symbols to the new dawn - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

The silence shuffles heavy dice - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

To caress the pale mask of your face - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

In your surrounded darkness - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

With your eyes bloody as the sunset - Lola Ridge "To Larkin"

On my board are bitter apples - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

And honey served on thorns - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

In my flagons fluid iron - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

Little white runners before the dawn - Lola Ridge "To the Free Children"

A torch blown along the wind - Lola Ridge "To the Others"

The world's bitter leaven - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

A Dealer who traffics the dead - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Who barters the souls in his snares - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

A mass for the Martyrs Accursed - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Unfaltering Heroes of Hell - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Struck stars, met hurricanes - Lola Ridge "Two"

Hold no shining thing to juggle - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

No bright leaven arise from the beloved dust - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

Like two flagons yet unfilled - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

Music in the strong deep-throated bush - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Ballads of the trees in tongues unknown - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

A reminiscent tone on minor keys - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

From the graves of all things fair - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Sonatas from the throats of master birds - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Through the husk of darkness thrown - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Cooled and flushed through with darkness - Lola Ridge "Wall Street at Night"

Scoop up the shallow moonlight - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

The languor of a thousand springs - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Breaks against me like a lance - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Impervious as unmelting hail - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Endure the dance of earth - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

With the bitter twist of ingrown laughter - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Akin to the velocity of a spinning star - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Life deleted of its old raw fire - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Emptied of the known you - Lola Ridge "Wild Duck"

Of the song you might have been - Lola Ridge "Wild Duck"

Full of unspent dreams - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Come into my tossing dust - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Scattering the peace of old dust - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Carrying stuff of flame - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

The serpent's tooth saved Cleopatra - Lola Ridge "The Woman with Jewels"

Pale ruin with a heart of fire - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"

A chalice cup where no bee sips - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"

Where no wasp wanders in - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"

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Certain misty yet tenable signs - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"

Found in these fugitive lines - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"

Cross-hatchings of the nettle - James Whitcombe Riley "A Barefoot Boy"

In the gray of the morn - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"

A blade that's shaved the dead - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"

The rain will rust it red - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"

The banners of silvery fold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"

The winds with their fringes of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"

With its fabulous waters of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"

in a hot-scarlet sash - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"

The current of a lazy-flowing dream - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"

On his bed of straw and reeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"

That had tumbled in the weeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"

Ripe juices of citron and grape - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"

The scar of her sandal thereafter - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"

With lips of coral and silver sand - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

O'er crags of opal and amethyst - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

Like a rill of wasted wine - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

Where the stars drip down - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

In molten spatters of bud and bloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

Breaks the sleep of the silence - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"

In the grasp of Time's cold palm - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"

From the years that used to be - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"

White-fruited cocoa shown against the shell - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"

Chaste pallor, with a crimson stain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"

Like a red rose rinsed with rain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"

With a silence vast in weight - James Whitcombe Riley "Eros"

Where the ghost of the moon looks blue - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"

Under her big black wing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"

In his angered eye that glows - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"

And the high stars trail their heads - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"

The light of the laughing stars - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"

Framed her in a smile of white - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"

Adorning Earth with its esteem - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"

Clasps and keeps in voiceless joy - James Whitcombe Riley "Little David"

As white as the gleam of her beckoning hand - James Whitcombe Riley "The Little Red Ribbon"

Roses, too, both red and pink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Lovely Child"

On the margin of moonshine land - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"

In these lonesome ribs - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"

And bridal jewels of fangs and stings - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"

With mad, impatient hands - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"

Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"

With envy lighting them - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"

The labyrinths of doubt and care - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"

Wild and quick as tinder - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"

Prove a thing, then doubt it - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"

Restful as a dream - James Whitcombe Riley "An Old-Timer"

Through the maze of the dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Old Trundle-Bed"

Take our worn souls Home - James Whitcombe Riley "Out of the Hitherwhere"

No wealth of gold do I possess - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"

The wealth of honest purpose - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"

The wealth of owing naught to-day - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"

Natal wounds scarce healed - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

The dark and purple stain of war - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

The fire of Treason's blazing gun - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

In fealty to love's enduring ties - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

Whose glory is our own - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

The azure eye of some lost boy - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"

The Twilight folds her gloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"

O'er all the azure plain - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"

Smiling in thy dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"

With gleams of rapture perfected - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"

The song I never sing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

The echoes of old voices - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

Drain their own kisses as they drink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

Crested o'er the golden walls - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

Purifying floods of song - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"

With the pulverized rays of a star - James Whitcomb Riley "Spirk Troll-Derisive"

Or in the pink of dawn - James Whitcombe Riley "Summer-Time and Winter-Time"

Her thought's fine whisper - James Whitcombe Riley "This Dear Child-Hearted Woman that Is Dead"

A realm of light and shadow mystical - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"

Arched with unfathomed azure - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"

Meadow-lark no less than nightingale - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"

Silvery, low, slow-sliding - James Whitcombe Riley "Through Sleepy-Land"

What boisterous peace - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"

Thy fancy's finger-tip - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"

All distress is stilled - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"

No syllable of sorrow - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"

With me a measure all divine - James Whitcombe Riley "A Twintorette"

The chaos of my deepest dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Voices"

Nothing hurts like tenderness - James Whitcombe Riley "What Redress"

Outweep the very dews - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"

In silver largess and gold twinklings bright - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"

In a spatter of spiteful rain - James Whitcombe Riley "A Windy Day"

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Trembles at times through their dreams - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Angels" transl. by Jessie Lemont

In God's garden they are silent - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Angels" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Light from every edge - Rainer Maria Rilke "Archaic Torso of Apollo" (translated by Robert Bly)

Distant gardens withered in the heavens - Rainer Maria Rilke "Autumn" transl. by Jessie Lemont

From out the stars into the Solitude - Rainer Maria Rilke "Autumn" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Who holds this falling infinitely - Rainer Maria Rilke "Autumn" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Shadows lay upon the dials' faces - Rainer Maria Rilke "Autumnal Day" transl. by Jessie Lemont

My tenderness paints it large - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

All the random and approximate - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

The gestures of your warm wise hands - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

The fragments only of your old name - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Bridge across the abyss - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

With each eager sense - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

My feelings have found wings - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

My spirit in its dress of stillness - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

And master of all splendor - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Like stars poised high and still - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Time's singular city stretched below - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Of all my many mouths - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

And the song continues sweet - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Among all tossing joys - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Flash forth like a sword - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Grown from the desert's surge - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

In the crowns like resurrection show - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

The caressing wing of a radiant hour - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Be robbed of your welcome - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Your tired feet will wander bare - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

In the cold lap of alien stones - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Who would not hear your third - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Whom the spirit moves in dreams - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

The heavy sum of silence - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

The law whereby our senses live - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

As from a prison walled with hate - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

That sleeps within a harp - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

When time's night has fled - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

No churches to encircle God - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

As owner of the lightning and the sun - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

In the beggary of their wandering - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

No more than they own flowers - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

To yourself alone belonging - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

By no owner's hand disturbed - Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Hours (translated by Babette Deutsch)

Torches flaming out like loosened hair - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Boy" transl. by Jessie Lemont

And dare the sweeping storm - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Boy" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Flag unrolled in darkness - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Boy" transl. by Jessie Lemont

The vast black solitude around - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Boy" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Creeps down empty alleys - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Bride" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Which joys they must deny - Rainer Maria Rilke "Completed Fragments of Rilke" (translated by A.M. Juster)

That fashion a silence of flowers - Rainer Maria Rilke "Completed Fragments of Rilke" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Desire in still perfect hours - Rainer Maria Rilke "Completed Fragments of Rilke" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Who make the sun resound - Rainer Maria Rilke "Completed Fragments of Rilke" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Vibrant with the breath of spring - Rainer Maria Rilke "Early Apollo" transl. by Jessie Lemont

My heart alone wakes - Rainer Maria Rilke "Evening" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Night, guardian of dreams - Rainer Maria Rilke "Evening" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Hidden deep in each bright bud - Rainer Maria Rilke "In April" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Disclosed the empty day - Rainer Maria Rilke "In April"

A slumbering silence lies - Rainer Maria Rilke "In April"

Shadows on the foot-worn threshold fall - Rainer Maria Rilke "Initiation" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Into the roar of the world - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Knight" transl. by Jessie Lemont

In a thousand streets unfurled - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Knight" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Behind the chain's black links - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Knight" transl. by Jessie Lemont

In the dim phantom boat that glided past - Rainer Maria Rilke "Lament" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Only the maidens question not - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. I" transl. by Jessie Lemont

The bridges that lead to Dream - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. I" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Strands of pearls on a silver vase - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. I" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Where benches stand expectant - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. II" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Dark beech trees along the pathway - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. II" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Long paths where no footfalls ring - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens. II" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Come forth from distant myths - Rainer Maria Rilke "Maidens at Confirmation" transl. by Jessie Lemont

On tiptoe from childhood to Annunciation - Rainer Maria Rilke "Mary Virgin" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute - Rainer Maria Rilke "Music" transl. by Jessie Lemont

The vast, heavy burden of all things - Rainer Maria Rilke "The Neighbour" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Sets hard at its heart - Rainer Maria Rilke "Pieta"

A flag unfurled in space - Rainer Maria Rilke "Presaging" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Silence in the chimneys - Rainer Maria Rilke "Presaging" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Softly falls at that dim hour - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Turn toward the shadowy morn - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Weighed with satiate passion's power - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

With quiet hatred burning deep - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Together in a common bed must sleep - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

The gray, phantom shadows of dawn - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Solitude floats down the river wan - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Be set free from the stone - Rainer Maria Rilke "Song of the Statue" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Weep always for my stone - Rainer Maria Rilke "Song of the Statue" transl. by Jessie Lemont

From infinite longings finite deeds - Rainer Maria Rilke "Symbols" transl. by Jessie Lemont

Through the falling torrent of our fears - Rainer Maria Rilke "Symbols" transl. by Jessie Lemont

In the lap of alien stones - Rainer Maria Rilke "What Will You Do?"

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A line that birds cannot see - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

Where flint first met steel - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

Starting a century of fires - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

The border says stop to the wind - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

A real crack in an imaginary dam - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

A handshake that becomes a squeezing contest - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

An equation in search of an equals sign - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

The factory where lightning and thunder are made - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

Plans constantly broken and repaired - Alberto Rios "The Border: A Double Sonnet"

Every roof has a broken tile - Alberto Rios "The Broken"

But the world endures the break - Alberto Rios "The Broken"

The broken promise is the one we remember - Alberto Rios "The Broken"

A celebration that would defy the gloom of the year - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

Needles were beginning to contemplate jumping - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

This curious donkey whose burden was joy - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

With shouting and singing both - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

The border resumed its usual place - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

The music of so many peppermint candies - Alberto Ríos "Christmas on the Border, 1929"

We travel unmapped roads - Alberto Rios "The Cities Inside Us"

We live in secret cities - Alberto Rios "The Cities Inside Us"

We are the secret citizens of the city - Alberto Rios "The Cities Inside Us"

In this border place and time - Alberto Rios "Day of the Refugios"

More cold than hungry - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

More numb than loud - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

The coming edge of the winter world - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

A cold news in stark announcement - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

Of an otherwise quiet sky - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

Hear the stars as a great roar - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

Across the asphalt night - Alberto Rios "December Morning in the Desert"

Time was not its measure - Alberto Rios "Faithful Forest"

Its trees are the trees of memory - Alberto Rios "Faithful Forest"

Wood was also the keeper of fires - Alberto Rios "Faithful Forest"

A hundred wild centuries and fifteen - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

You never march alone - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

The breaking news of the century - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

River bridges and star charts - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

Make a house called tomorrow - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

Forward into the history you will make - Alberto Rios "A House Called Tomorrow"

Her fingers in the flame for me - Alberto Rios "Nani"

Whose body serves ants - Alberto Rios "Nani"

The prayers and the favorite foods - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"

The small town where my memory still lives - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"

All these dead coming after - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"

Princesses of the miniature world - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"

Feed them only candy - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"

Cobblers of the song - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Tailors of the light - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Fish among the elements - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Hunt the elusive green in gray and blue - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Drink forbidden waters - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Eat an invisible food - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Whose electricity is made from dreams - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Sung in the colors yet unnamed - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

From the solitary etudes of the soul - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

Iron and paper and light and salt - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

The drumming of our stars - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"

A pie gets one chance - Alberto Rios "Perfect for Any Occasion"

Whose hair was as long as the river - Alberto Rios "Refugio's Hair"

Whose soul had the edge of a knife - Alberto Rios "Refugio's Hair"

Racing full toward the bright horizon - Alberto Rios "Refugio's Hair"

Wore her hair short like a scream - Alberto Rios "Refugio's Hair"

Dirty from the detritus of dailiness - Alberto Rios "The Secrets in the Mirror"

Not all records are for the scrapbook - Alberto Rios "Taking Your Olympic Measure"

Introduced to ourselves - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"

Ourselves speaking to the universe - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"

A shout that would later become a song - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"

Plans for Saturdays yet to come - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"

The wine of uncharted days - Alberto Rios "We Dogs of a Thursday Off"

The intense intoxication of nothing - Alberto Rios "We Dogs of a Thursday Off"

The dance of the big-hearted dog - Alberto Rios "We Dogs of a Thursday Off"

Because giving has changed us - Alberto Rios "When Giving Is All We Have"

Giving has many faces - Alberto Rios "When Giving Is All We Have"

Something greater from the distance - Alberto Rios "When Giving Is All We Have"

In the wavering mist of the cigarettes - Alberto Rios "When There Were Ghosts"

Alive in the dance of the dream - Alberto Rios "When There Were Ghosts"

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How to analyze cosmic dust - Jessy Randall "Cassini's Mini-Packets Home"

They measure it by their orbits - Jessy Randall "Cassini's Mini-Packets Home"

I will go out in a blast of glory - Jessy Randall "Cassini's Mini-Packets Home"

How grasses affect bison - Jessy Randall "Mary Agnes Chase (1869-1963)"

Calculating functions that converge almost everywhere - Jessy Randall "Nina Karlovna Bari (1901-1961)"

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Fiercer than melted snow - Raquel Salas Rivera "the independence (of puerto rico)"

More rabid than mired winds - Raquel Salas Rivera "the independence (of puerto rico)"

Wider than wasted tyrannies - Raquel Salas Rivera "the independence (of puerto rico)"

More tender than downpour's tremor - Raquel Salas Rivera "the independence (of puerto rico)"

Owe no one shame - Raquel Salas Rivera "the independence (of puerto rico)"

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Could use a nice invasion - Valencia Robin "After Graduate School"

And no ladder in sight - Valencia Robin "After Graduate School"

The colors of all the saddest love songs - Valencia Robin "Cathedral"

Cathedral of shadow and grass - Valencia Robin "Cathedral"

Who still believed in clouds - Valencia Robin "Cliche This"

Handing me back like an invitation - Valencia Robin "Cliche This"

Only our hearts can explain - Valencia Robin "Dear Saturday"

Held the air hostage - Valencia Robin "Dutch Elm Disease"

A small galaxy between us - Valencia Robin "Game Day"

That catastrophe of silence - Valencia Robin "Geese"

Divine science or miraculous accident - Valencia Robin "Geese"

All those leased words - Valencia Robin "Insomnia"

As your memories make their crash landing - Valencia Robin "Insomnia"

History's long fingers twisting the handle - Valencia Robin "Insomnia"

To replace the lie passed down to you - Valencia Robin "Naming Yourself"

Forever living with the consequences - Valencia Robin "Naming Yourself"

Your resolve to find something free - Valencia Robin "Naming Yourself"

Days that pull backwards - Valencia Robin "Oil Pastels"

My lifelong dispute with time - Valencia Robin "Oil Pastels"

Out of myself toward gratitude - Valencia Robin "Reset"

Waves of vanishing light - Valencia Robin "Story of My Life"

Pressed to the window of everything - Valencia Robin "There"

Resplendent in our own bad planning - Valencia Robin "There"

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Sown by long winter women - Molly Raynor "A Dressed Up Potato Is Still a Potato (Yiddish Proverb)"

A dress of potato peels, a gown of garlic cloves - Molly Raynor "A Dressed Up Potato Is Still a Potato (Yiddish Proverb)"

I wear their writhing roots across my scalp - Molly Raynor "A Dressed Up Potato Is Still a Potato (Yiddish Proverb)"

No one's left to translate her memories - Molly Raynor "A Dressed Up Potato Is Still a Potato (Yiddish Proverb)"

All the ghosts rattling my ribs - Molly Raynor "A Dressed Up Potato Is Still a Potato (Yiddish Proverb)"

Making dolls of hollyhock blossoms - Molly Raynor "Grandy, 1939"

Who made a meal out of need - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

Their ghosts gossiping above me - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

Anointing me with gentle warnings - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

Have mastered this language of loss - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

Flicker blue with bright desire after such ghosting - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

No matter how much salt stains the pillow - Molly Raynor "I Come from Women Who Made Love"

What harvest comes from love - Molly Raynor "Labor"

Eyes heavy with tethered salt - Molly Raynor "This Is the Undone Season"

The dark confetti of your absence - Molly Raynor "This Is the Undone Season"

To unearth the dark pit of your distance - Molly Raynor "This Is the Undone Season"

Empty nest of eyelashes & dandelions - Molly Raynor "This Is the Undone Season"

Hot beneath this sorrow-studded shield - Molly Raynor "This Is the Undone Season"

A rosegold gown of smoke - Molly Raynor "Yamim Noraim///Days of A W E"

In the velvet knife of night - Molly Raynor "Yamim Noraim///Days of A W E"

Every room in the palace of my memory - Molly Raynor "Yamim Noraim///Days of A W E"

My year of pulling the knots loose - Molly Raynor "Yamim Noraim///Days of A W E"

Afraid a new ember may stray to wildfire - Molly Raynor "You Know You've Got Covid Brain"

Remember the strange meat of your dreams - Molly Raynor "You Know You've Got Covid Brain"

When the world becomes blur of smoke & storm - Molly Raynor "You Know You've Got Covid Brain"

A bouquet of bullets & names to be said - Molly Raynor "You Know You've Got Covid Brain"

Listen to the song of your empty house - Molly Raynor "You Know You've Got Covid Brain"

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Where the sun goes down without a scratch - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Archibald's Example"

Where flash the legions of the sun - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Dark Hills"

As if the last of days were fading - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Dark Hills"

That sang to rest old bones of warriors - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Dark Hills"

Far now from all the bannered ways - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Dark Hills"

Reproach me not for what I do - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Dear Friends"

The shame I win for singing - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Dear Friends"

The gold I miss for dreaming - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Dear Friends"

Not equal to the envy it creates - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Demos II"

One who should have soared - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Discovery"

Seen for us the devastating light - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Discovery"

Confessed the dry return of his regret - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Discovery"

Has not a school where we may go for wisdom - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Discovery"

All reasons to refuse him - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

Less than are the downward years - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

A sense of ocean and old trees - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

Tradition, touching all he sees - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

The crash of her illusion - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

If you should only steal an hour to think - Edwin Arlington Robinson "An Evangelist's Wife"

And you shall have your wage of ashes - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The False Gods"

An old shrine forgotten in a forest of new trees - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The False Gods"

Always auditing where two and two are five - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The False Gods"

The only truth in all our perjured composition - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The False Gods"

Drew the breath of battle - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Field of Glory"

For love's obliterations of the crowd - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Firelight"

Their joy recalls no snake, no sword - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Firelight"

The blessing of what neither says aloud - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Firelight"

Unyielding in the pride of his defiance - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Flying Dutchman"

By the one light of his one thought - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Flying Dutchman"

Caught on seas that have no name - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Flying Dutchman"

Where nothing ordinary dwells - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Gift of God"

Roses thrown on marble stairs - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Gift of God"

Set the mark of his inscrutable necessity - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Cheated wisdom for the sake of sorrow - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

This last of nights before the last of days - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

What the dawn of one more day shall give them - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Whether I found the mark or missed - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Announced as in a thousand silences - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

A few still minutes between heaven and earth - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

To pluck me as an unripe fruit of treason - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Not given to know the riper fruit that waits - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

When hell waits on the dawn - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Or wish me to those everlasting fires - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Let my name for ever be a question - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

A question that will not sleep in history - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

The long train is lighted that shall burn - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Though floods of wrath may drench it - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

The cleanse and shake a wounded hemisphere - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

That angry time discredits and disowns - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Washed out of the world with fire and blood - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

As lightning would annihilate a leaf - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

To be destroyed for no good end - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

By the short road that mystery makes long - Edwin Arlington Robinson "John Brown"

Acknowledging an improvident surprise - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Karma"

Made out of days and out of eternities - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Could he but have what a ghost had stolen - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Harder than agates against an egg-shell - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Meriting pride's implacable irony - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Imploring to be sheltered and credited - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Where shifting winds were driving his argosies - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Over the foam for the golden chances - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Threw forward its cold, unconquered lines - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

All you have left of a dream defends you - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Late Summer"

Frozen hearts and falling music - Edwin Arlington Robinson "London Bridge"

The ghost of someone you had poisoned - Edwin Arlington Robinson "London Bridge"

Where the vines cling crimson - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Luke Havergal"

Where western glooms are gathering - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Luke Havergal"

A valiant armor of scarred hopes outworn - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

Roland's ghost winding a silent horn - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

Knowing that most things break - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

Amid the silver loneliness of night - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

With only two moons listening - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

Until the whole harmonious landscape rang - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Mr. Flood's Party"

A shadow on the commonplace - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Neighbors"

Between his triumph and his enemies unseen - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The New Tenants"

Left always to be vicious and to grow - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The New Tenants"

By doors that were left open unawares - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The New Tenants"

By the slow guile of their vindictiveness - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The New Tenants"

What ultimate insolence would soon be theirs - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The New Tenants"

False and florid and far drawn - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

Grew dead without and small within - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

Bring not suspicions candle to the glass - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

That mirrors a friend's face to memory - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

The calm of men forbidden to forget - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

What your tortured memory may disclose - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"

By some vast magic undivined - Edwin Arlington Robinson "The Sheaves"

This changeless glimmer of dead gray - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Sonnet [Oh for a poet--]"

To vanish in irrevocable night - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Sonnet [Oh for a poet--]"

Wrench one banner from the western skies - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Sonnet [Oh for a poet--]"

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With all that wealth could bring - Rebecca "The Heiress" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

From myriads who beset my path - Rebecca "The Heiress" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Beneath the stern, unjust rebuke - Rebecca "The Heiress" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

From the past no closing light can borrow - Rebecca "The Heiress" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

A tale of sin, of suffering, and sorrow - Rebecca "The Heiress" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

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Sorrows without grief - Luis J. Rodriguez “Fevered Shapes”

The salt of a thousand dry kisses - Luis J. Rodriguez “Making Medicine”

Heal with a hunger - Luis J. Rodriguez “Making Medicine”

The melodies of dissent - Luis J. Rodriguez “Making Medicine”

In a jacket of lies - Luis J. Rodriguez "Piece by Piece"

With midnight dust - Luis J. Rodriguez “Words”

A spoonful of tears - Luis J. Rodriguez “Words”

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Palls of dusky paleness cling - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Gossamer shrouds grow heavy - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Fade from pastels to vibrancy - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Crowned in the aureole of dawn - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Surrounded by thickets and thorns and threats - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Her first time seeing something forbidden - M. Regan "The Hollow"

When her serpent tongue betrays her - M. Regan "The Hollow"

Open windows that lead to oblivion - M. Regan "The Hollow"

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Within the happy silence of my heart - Alice Wellington Rollins "Absent-Minded"

Joys for which we utter praise - Alice Wellington Rollins "Among Those Joys for Which We Utter Praise"

Our ignorant hearts to raise - Alice Wellington Rollins "Among Those Joys for Which We Utter Praise"

That knew no still awaking - Alice Wellington Rollins "Among Those Joys for Which We Utter Praise"

Dawned instantly supreme - Alice Wellington Rollins "Among Those Joys for Which We Utter Praise"

Along the shrinking sands will crawl - Alice Wellington Rollins "Andromeda"

Makes bright the midnight gloom - Alice Wellington Rollins "Baby-Hood"

The proud wish to command - Alice Wellington Rollins "Because"

Useless for lips to deny - Alice Wellington Rollins "Because"

The moonlight's tender mystery - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Chance Acquaintance"

That stirred with rapture of delight - Alice Wellington Rollins "Charm"

Through the closed crevice of its silent door - Alice Wellington Rollins "Closed"

Of snow in benediction - Alice Wellington Rollins "Confession"

Worn with spent emotion - Alice Wellington Rollins "Confession"

Rosary of remembered sins - Alice Wellington Rollins "Confession"

These memories of fault - Alice Wellington Rollins "Confession"

Eager and longing to break - Alice Wellington Rollins "Dawn"

Dying in the dew - Alice Wellington Rollins "The Difference"

Words of sorrowing tenderness - Alice Wellington Rollins "The Difference"

With faith as honest as your own - Alice Wellington Rollins "Doubt"

With her tearful eyes raised high - Alice Wellington Rollins "Dreamers"

Lonely dreamer of a dream long flown - Alice Wellington Rollins "Dreamers"

Comes gladly from the sea - Alice Wellington Rollins "The Eager Sun Comes Gladly from the Sea"

By experience made strong - Alice Wellington Rollins "Experience"

To betray itself by shining - Alice Wellington Rollins "Expression"

Through the stately circles of the skies - Alice Wellington Rollins "Expression"

Who bend to us from fear - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Face"

Lilies that refuse to bloom - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Face"

For every need of my love's craving - Alice Wellington Rollins "I Know Myself the Best-Beloved of All"

The power to enthrall such chivalry - Alice Wellington Rollins "I Know Myself the Best-Beloved of All"

Where love's sweet offerings fall - Alice Wellington Rollins "I Know Myself the Best-Beloved of All"

From my full heart's supreme desires - Alice Wellington Rollins "If I Could Know, Love"

Should be love's best interpreter - Alice Wellington Rollins "If I Could Know, Love"

Soft splendors in the west - Alice Wellington Rollins "Indian Summer"

Than the dreamiest depths of sleep - Alice Wellington Rollins "Indian Summer"

Kissed by burning stars - Alice Wellington Rollins "Indian Summer"

Bathed in earth's lesser light - Alice Wellington Rollins "Indian Summer"

High converse of diviner things - Alice Wellington Rollins "Indian Summer"

Sudden blossoming of one more rose - Alice Wellington Rollins "Influence"

Lest the soul should wake - Alice Wellington Rollins "Longing"

When the poor heart seizes its desire - Alice Wellington Rollins "Longing"

From the measureless heavens above - Alice Wellington Rollins "Love Song"

Free as breeze from heaven - Alice Wellington Rollins "Love Will Find Out a Way"

Shining, trackless fields of air - Alice Wellington Rollins "Love Will Find Out a Way"

The natural and sweet continuance of days - Alice Wellington Rollins "Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart"

Found me in cold cheerless ways - Alice Wellington Rollins "Miracle"

If the doom of pitiless destiny - Alice Wellington Rollins "Miracle"

Supreme through all the hours - Alice Wellington Rollins "The New Day"

Nor yet the flower of perfect days - Alice Wellington Rollins "The New Day"

True portrait of the unforgotten face - Alice Wellington Rollins "No. 33--A Portrait"

As with spilt blood of kings - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

To wear so high a mood - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

Conscious power in repose - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

No passion of remembrance - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

Woven of frost and fire - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

Beneath the haughtiest of suns - Alice Wellington Rollins "October"

Refuses long to blossom - Alice Wellington Rollins "Purity"

Violets have not refused to bloom - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Remembered Critic"

Tempting you while it hides - Alice Wellington Rollins "Reserve"

A well of frank sincerity - Alice Wellington Rollins "Reserve"

The rose of love bewilderingly sweet - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Rose"

Currents noiseless as a dream - Alice Wellington Rollins "Serenity"

Restful beauty on the restless tide - Alice Wellington Rollins "Serenity"

In the blue air vanishing - Alice Wellington Rollins "She Came and Went"

With a sudden and repentant grace - Alice Wellington Rollins "She Came and Went"

All the mischief of its fault bereft - Alice Wellington Rollins "She Came and Went"

The roses entrancing the night - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Song of Summer"

With the tremulous breath of roses - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Song of Summer"

And the lily forget the desire - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Song of Summer"

Silent rays still tranquil and serene - Alice Wellington Rollins "Steadfast"

Fierce in a cruel grace - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

No struggle for restless breath - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

In silence then repeat - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

Tribute of fragrant breath - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

With those heavy folds of black - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

Let the walls be hung with black - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

Wave living flower and living leaf - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

Lay your costly roses down - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

With the tears of heaven wet - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

The memory-haunted, lonely rooms - Alice Wellington Rollins "There Will Be Silence Here, Love"

Take some echo of my vanished voice - Alice Wellington Rollins "There Will Be Silence Here, Love"

Continual delight and comfort find - Alice Wellington Rollins "Thought"

Eyes dazzled see less wisely - Alice Wellington Rollins "Thought"

No epic wine is this - Alice Wellington Rollins "To the Critic"

With each quick-passing impulse - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Trust in God"

Placid with blue serenity - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Trust in God"

Tinted with all splendid hues - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Trust in God"

Tread false ways instead - Alice Wellington Rollins "With a Crystal Lion"

Had sold to us alone his birthright - Alice Wellington Rollins "With an Antique"

By your ideals for me - Alice Wellington Rollins "A Year Ago To-Day, Love"

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After we have taken to the sky - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

After the scabs have turned to stars - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

Look to the soil and all that it houses - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

The bones of what we used to be - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

Calculate the right numbers to escape the inevitable - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

Set ourselves on fire looking for infinity - Alexis Renata "To Those Who Inherit the Earth"

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Those flash-storms of rage - Lee Ann Roripaugh "#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa"

Some hard dark shadow - Lee Ann Roripaugh "#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa"

Rattlesnaked fang of lightning - Lee Ann Roripaugh "#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa"

A shyer kind of moon - Lee Ann Roripaugh "#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa"

The mirror becoming stranger - Lee Ann Roripaugh "#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa"

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Sang beneath the sunset sky - Christina Rossetti "An Apple Gathering"

Stood full at blessed noon - Christina Rossetti "At Home"

At the cost of all things here - Christina Rossetti "At Last"

Which gold and stone and spices bear - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

Lie becalmed in sight of strand - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

Their songs wake singing echoes - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

In dreamless sleep locked fast - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

Hangs a rainbow strung with dew - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

To sleep with rest and spice and balm - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

Whose nest is like a watered shoot - Christina Rossetti "A Birthday"

That paddles in a halcyon sea - Christina Rossetti "A Birthday"

A dais of silk and down - Christina Rossetti "A Birthday"

Carve it in doves and pomegranates - Christina Rossetti "A Birthday"

And went to the lattice alone - Christina Rossetti "A Chilly Night"

Before the paling of the stars - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [Before the paling of the stars]"

Earth stood hard as iron - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [In the bleak mid-winter]"

Heaven cannot hold Him nor earth sustain - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [In the bleak mid-winter]"

Where glad stars sing together - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [The Shepherds had an Angel]"

The heavenly host who neither tire nor sleep - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [The Shepherds had an Angel]"

And sent a dream to warn - Christina Rossetti "A Christmas Carol [The Shepherds had an Angel]"

Wins our hearts with one accord - Christina Rossetti "Christmas Day"

Heart with heart in harmony - Christina Rossetti "Christmas Day"

A darkness brighter than the blazing noon - Christina Rossetti "Christmas Eve"

Blood-red seaweeds drip - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

By the strong sea wrenched and tossed - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

Ghosts in flocks and shoals - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

Meteors whirling on their poles - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

Lover of death's tideless waters - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

The wordless secrets of death's deep - Christina Rossetti "A Coast-Nightmare"

Of pale desire in incompleteness - Christina Rossetti "Diverse Worlds, Time and Eternity" [selections]

To finished loss or finished gain - Christina Rossetti "Diverse Worlds, Time and Eternity" [selections]

Among the lilies lapped in the tender light - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

There twilight lingers the longest - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

But who shall tell the dream? - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

A perfect sunlight on rustling forest tips - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

Perfect moonlight upon a rippling stream - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

Weave silent dances around him - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

Song and silence are not like these below - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

And tastes the fountain unutterably deep - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

Close the curtains of branched evergreen - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

The first violets will bud unseen - Christina Rossetti "Dream Love"

In the speaking silence of a dream - Christina Rossetti "Echo"

Bright as sunlight on a stream - Christina Rossetti "Echo"

Love of finished years - Christina Rossetti "Echo"

Plucked bitterest fruit to give - Christina Rossetti "Eve"

Desolation answering grief by grief - Christina Rossetti "Eve"

Warm from the least wind - Christina Georgina Rossetti "The Ghost's Petition"

Somewhere among the million stalks - Christina G. Rossetti "A Green Cornfield"

I cannot stem the blast - Christina Rossetti "The Hour and the Ghost"

Hold me one moment longer - Christina Rossetti "The Hour and the Ghost"

His clutch is waxing stronger - Christina Rossetti "The Hour and the Ghost"

Let these dreams and terrors cease - Christina Rossetti "The Hour and the Ghost"

Poor harvest gathered in - Christina Rossetti "The Hour and the Ghost"

To mourn among my scattered roses - Christina Rossetti "An October Garden"

Roofed in with a load of lead - Christina Rossetti "The Poor Ghost"

If you should forget me for a while - Christina Rossetti "Remember"

Better by far you should forget and smile - Christina Rossetti "Remember"

A rose has thorns as well as honey - Christina Rossetti "[A rose has thorns as well as honey]"

Nightshade would caress and kill me - Christina Rossetti "[A rose has thorns as well as honey]"

The face not seen, the voice not heard - Christina Rossetti "Somewhere Or Other"

Beyond the wandering moon - Christina Rossetti "Somewhere Or Other"

Sing no sad songs for me - Christina Rossetti "Song [When I am dead, my dearest]"

And dreaming through the twilight - Christina Rossetti "Song [When I am dead, my dearest]"

My heart's quiet home - Christina Rossetti "[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]"

To crown your honoured name - Christina Rossetti "[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]"

With the flawless band of inner solitude - Christina Rossetti "The Thread of Life"

Despite Time's winnowing - Christina Rossetti "The Thread of Life"

Till Death shall ply his sieve - Christina Rossetti "The Thread of Life"

Three sang of love together - Christina Rossetti "A Triad"

For when the slow dark hours begin - Christina Rossetti "Up-Hill"

Will not keep you standing at the door - Christina Rossetti "Up-Hill"

Where the leaves hang trembling - Christina Rossetti "Who Has Seen the Wind"

When the trees bow down their heads - Christina Rossetti "Who Has Seen the Wind"

But leave the truth untested - Christina Rossetti "Winter: My Secret"

And subtle serpents gliding in her hair - Christina Rossetti "The World"

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The objects of an eternal compulsion - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Commensurate with the distance they had traveled - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Foundering against the Russian winter - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Everything that a worshiper accords to an idol - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

A way to pay the infinite tax - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Into ports that were not built to receive us - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Retrofitted to permit travel in reverse - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Using the Past's own export vessels - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Convert surveillance into invasion - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Let the stars belong to themselves - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

Where the Mongol steeds never galloped - Rachel Rodman "The Past Is a Foreign Country"

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Immediate as sugar - Kay Ryan "Agreement"

Withdraw your grandeur - Kay Ryan "Blandeur"

The earmarks of the actual - Kay Ryan "Blast"

A place inside the current - Kay Ryan "Breather"

The human moment past - Kay Ryan "Bunched Clothes"

In accidental sympathy with time - Kay Ryan "Bunched Clothes"

With half its sufferance denied - Kay Ryan "Burning Tent"

Press a point in the tender arch - Kay Ryan "Chinese Foot Chart"

No match for ourselves - Kay Ryan "Chinese Foot Chart"

Uncatches some remote lock - Kay Ryan "Chinese Foot Chart"

Boats of mercy embark - Kay Ryan "Chinese Foot Chart"

From our hearts at the oddest knock - Kay Ryan "Chinese Foot Chart"

The poignant exactness of oranges - Kay Ryan "Death by Fruit"

Cactus adapted to thrift - Kay Ryan "Desert Reservoirs"

Sharpened by crawling over diamonds - Kay Ryan "Diamonds"

Torpedoes of disinterest - Kay Ryan "Don't Look Back"

Serves local purposes - Kay Ryan "Double Floor"

Dry things letting us drink - Kay Ryan "Dry Things"

The dangling roots of an emerald dream - Kay Ryan "Duck"

Only loss proves this - Kay Ryan "Eggs"

The shallow soil of wishes - Kay Ryan "Failure 2"

Although they harbor a needle - Kay Ryan "Fatal Flaw"

In objects or persons not us - Kay Ryan "Fizz"

Forgetting takes space - Kay Ryan "Forgetting"

Constant since the oldest maps - Kay Ryan "Gaps"

Buckle on the incline - Kay Ryan "Grazing Horses"

Like a storm of hornets - Kay Ryan "Hailstorm"

He lit a fire with icicles - Kay Ryan "He Lit a Fire with Icicles"

Struck them like a steel to flint - Kay Ryan "He Lit a Fire with Icicles"

To learn that ice would burn - Kay Ryan "He Lit a Fire with Icicles"

In stale suspension - Kay Ryan "Homage to Joseph Brodsky"

Born into each seed - Kay Ryan "In Case of Complete Reversal"

Adapting it to the unimaginable - Kay Ryan "In Case of Complete Reversal"

As though memory were not a history - Kay Ryan "An Instrument with Keys"

Stages of darkness - Kay Ryan "It's Always Darkest Just Before the Dawn"

To match against its increments - Kay Ryan "It's Always Darkest Just Before the Dawn"

Have the night behind us - Kay Ryan "It's Always Darkest Just Before the Dawn"

All the early stations desire - Kay Ryan "Latents"

Loose approaches to tightening mazes - Kay Ryan "Latents"

Above a war we hope mattered - Kay Ryan "The Material"

Leaves a hole in the possible - Kay Ryan "The Material"

The bundles of nothing that are our gift - Kay Ryan "The Material"

Expands with its diminishing - Kay Ryan "Miser Time"

As though there were gaps in water - Kay Ryan "More of the Same"

Convincing by speed alone - Kay Ryan "More of the Same"

A sequence of patched fractures - Kay Ryan "More of the Same"

Hardly more than imagined - Kay Ryan "The Museum of False Starts"

Visible at shifting angles - Kay Ryan "The Museum of False Starts"

The double scrape of nothing - Kay Ryan "Nothing Getting Past"

Between twin immensities of nothing - Kay Ryan "Nothing Getting Past"

The banks of space and time - Kay Ryan "Nothing Ventured"

Layers of shivers and whiskers - Kay Ryan "On the Difficulty of Drawing Oneself Up"

Not our instrument or plan - Kay Ryan "Party Ship"

Cannot abandon waiting - Kay Ryan "The Pieces That Fell To Earth"

The commanding way they matter - Kay Ryan "The Pieces That Fell To Earth"

For some fraction of the self - Kay Ryan "Playacting"

Accruing in a strange account - Kay Ryan "Playacting"

As though ghost ribs had been added - Kay Ryan "Post-Construction"

With spaces left besides - Kay Ryan "Putting Things in Proportion"

Every eddying vacancy of Earth - Kay Ryan "Repulsive Theory"

The oiled motions of avoidance - Kay Ryan "Repulsive Theory"

Disassemble the unthinkable to the unthought - Kay Ryan "Salvage"

Another irrecoverable day - Kay Ryan "Say Uncle"

Fragments of rest angled in - Kay Ryan "Sharks' Teeth"

The ultimate articulations of despair - Kay Ryan "Shipwreck"

Rinsed of impurities - Kay Ryan "Star Block"

Soluble in starlight - Kay Ryan "Star Block"

Absence of insistence - Kay Ryan "Star Block"

Go with chambers broken open - Kay Ryan "Still Start"

Test what singleness can bear - Kay Ryan "That Will to Divest"

Thieves in the mind - Kay Ryan "Thieves"

Only birds might confidently walk upon - Kay Ryan "Thin"

This apparently tenacious earth - Kay Ryan "Things That Have Stayed in Position"

Accessible only intermittently - Kay Ryan "Those Places"

Offered more than enough - Kay Ryan "Ticket"

Hanging in the air unclaimed - Kay Ryan "Tracers"

And a bridge had just fallen - Kay Ryan "Tripped"

That powers the lamps of dreams - Kay Ryan "Tune"

Feeling the menace settle - Kay Ryan "Venice"

Eased by restraint - Kay Ryan "Venice"

The assault of abundance - Kay Ryan "Venice"

Exempt from resurrection - Kay Ryan "Waste"

Leaning into hunger and hard luck - Kay Ryan "Waste"

Enjoy an accumulating faith - Kay Ryan "Weak Forces"

Of resolve sustained too long - Kay Ryan "Weak Forces"

Settles on everything stopped - Kay Ryan "Why it Is Hard to Start"

To work inside hearts - Kay Ryan "Why it Is Hard to Start"

The endless work of overcoming - Kay Ryan "Why it Is Hard to Start"

Obscures a deeper curse - Kay Ryan "Winter Fear"

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Neglect is a poisoned arrow - Mrs. Kāminī Roy "Call and Bring Her" transl. Miss Whitehouse

One day's contempt and anger - Mrs. Kāminī Roy "Call and Bring Her" transl. Miss Whitehouse

In the Light is our sleeping and waking - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

Beneath one great canopy - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

In the ray of one great sun - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

Burn the unnumbered lamps of life - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

In the midst of this unending Light - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

Amidst this intolerable radiance - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

Who can say that it will not burn again? - Kamini Roy "In the Light" transl. by Lilian M. Whitehouse

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A wish after it goes unfulfilled - Purbasha Roy "A Thought for Wishes"

Box of wishes waiting for time to stop - Purbasha Roy "A Thought for Wishes"

Memory a verb that melted to a nothing - Purbasha Roy "A Thought for Wishes"

Smoke rising devoted to anything - Purbasha Roy "A Thought for Wishes"

Wishes that deny being opened - Purbasha Roy "A Thought for Wishes"

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Forms from the verge of chance - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

My random turnstile of thirst - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

Quenched only if swallowed - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

Just a memory of taste - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

From one moment of coincidence - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

The fifteenth line of a sonnet - Bino A. Realuyo "Euler's Equation"

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wearing the coat of a flash of lightning - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

lightning through the fleeing window - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

so prepare to wear next to nothing - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

their trumpets blown inside out - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

the golden caskets of days coming up false - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

how to parlay a no good into something better - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

filling with the red rain of his grab-assing hurricane - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

some people hating the darkness of crow - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

eat and speak an unanswerable and chilling fire - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

this awful and diminishing now - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

a future all we were able to see - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

whether hunger made it that particular - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

I'm not in on that swing of evolution - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

people tracking our hungers - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

plotted against by merely being us - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

swallowed in the calculations of white sheets - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

plans for turning back any move forward - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

curves thrown back down your throat - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

mine are the rainbow arms of the horizon - Ed Roberson "Black Earth Song"

stroking you forward to the center of the sky - Ed Roberson "Black Earth Song"

how you know a song from anything else - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

the sound of your thoughts' running - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

less savior than common sense calling - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

There is nothing concrete to grasp - Ed Roberson "Here"

The evidence of red-eye flights east - Ed Roberson "Here"

A windy vibration-less melody of counterpoint - Ed Roberson "The Neighbor's Street Sirens Sing"

The grand balance of the dances - Ed Roberson "The Neighbor's Street Sirens Sing"

night lightning strobes the raindrops - Ed Roberson "Nolan,"

stop in midair in that soundless moment - Ed Roberson "Nolan,"

The descending shadow of the petals stains the street - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

a sparrow no one had kept an eye on except the peregrine - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

the plant cycle of sublime season done - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

sacrifice to some stoned possession for blood spent - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

so much lost you'd think beauty had left a lesson - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

Break across insulating space - Ed Roberson "Whose sleeves: American Tagasode"

Distance doesn't dissipate - Ed Roberson "Whose sleeves: American Tagasode"

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Metallurgy could fight the giants - Nicky Russell "Machinist Hands"

Their veins are rivers of mercury - Nicky Russell "Machinist Hands"

To hide her silver, her metal bones - Nicky Russell "Machinist Hands"

Echoes a falsehood in her lone, rusty voice - Nicky Russell "Machinist Hands"

Dusty photographs of faces like ghosts - Nicky Russell "The World Is a Curio"

Hovers above the ground as the world turns - Nicky Russell "The World Is a Curio"

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within the loops and lines of our initial correspondence - jo reyes-boitel "fish bones"

each letter holds the history of its defining nature - jo reyes-boitel "fish bones"

some will not slip cleanly from my mouth - jo reyes-boitel "fish bones"

instead hook into the valley of my lips - jo reyes-boitel "fish bones"

while you suffer with the fish bones you dared swallow - jo reyes-boitel "fish bones"

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Through the mazes of that crowded floor - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Straighter than the wife of Caesar - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Beer as thin as tissue paper - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Many strange unholy rumours - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

On a mission to the Aztecs - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Turning out for tea at midnight - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

A frugal meal of walnuts - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Every bitter wind of heaven - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Still as any startled tortoise - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

With scraps of purloined timber - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Steeper than a traveller's story - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Comforting as cherry brandy - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

The sparks like golden raindrops - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Ruthless as an angry bison - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Hungry as a famished tiger - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

A million sparks were whirling - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

Never caught his quarry - Captain Owen Rutter "The Song of Tiadatha"

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This spicy air and twilight sweet - Henry W. Rockwell "Mohawk: IV"

Daring deeds and ancient border-glory - Henry W. Rockwell "Mohawk: IV"

This twinkling shade of waving bushes - Henry W. Rockwell "Mohawk: V. The Mohawk Girl"

Nor feared hell's gloomy sentry - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Proem"

Through dim uncertain paths - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Proem"

No fabled muse need I - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet I"

The billowy upland filmed with smoke - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet III"

Groves of yellow beech and crimson oak - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet III"

Apparelled for a conqueror's reign - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet IV"

Nipped by sudden frosts and keen - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet V"

Our scarce-fledged hopes and blighted joys - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet VI"

Across the bare and desolate wilderness - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet VII"

Our sacrifice upon the accursed tree - Henry W. Rockwell "Sonnets: Sonnet IX"

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Silence lush with listening - Ellen Rowland "What Branches Hold"

This dense huddle of gentle bark and quiet drape - Ellen Rowland "What Branches Hold"

So lost and so found in the same visible breath - Ellen Rowland "What Branches Hold"

The bite of a softened cardamom pod - Ellen Rowland "The Way the Sky Might Taste"

Lit with lemon, thin slice of moon - Ellen Rowland "The Way the Sky Might Taste"

The breath of a first kiss - Ellen Rowland "The Way the Sky Might Taste"

A torn fig eaten straight from the tree - Ellen Rowland "The Way the Sky Might Taste"

As champagne leaves the flute - Ellen Rowland "The Way the Sky Might Taste"

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There is a 10pm curfew for noise - Dimitri Reyes "[Oye! This is an apartment building ode]"

Though it is understood that what we do isn't aimless - Dimitri Reyes "[Oye! This is an apartment building ode]"

This is a concrete box that we call home - Dimitri Reyes "[Oye! This is an apartment building ode]"

The happiest ending that can come out of a storybook - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

Become the song I devote to my future - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

As you dedicated it to your own beloved - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

With to one day unlock the magic - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

Before the mad clicking on an iPod commenced to spin - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

I imagine learning what you'd already try to teach me - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

We'll never get out of here, will we? - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

Broke bread with the house-less - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

You saw my anger as a piece of theirs - Dimitri Reyes "Speakers"

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The wind danced with the sea - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Untame [sic] funnels and silver crested waves - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

How seafloor forced her fingers skyward - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Freed her body from the silent, murky depths - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Who was born of the rocks - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Who was born of sea spume - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Rooted itself in those rocks - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

A gleaming stone upon which the skyfolk spilled dark earth - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

The shores became the color of clear crystals and blood - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

I bring the sea tobacco leaves and fruit - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Today as ever, she gives me but silence - Barbara Jane Reyes "Again, She Tells the First Story"

Creator of daughters and dinner - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Creed"

Who suffered barely making ends meet - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Creed"

Who suffered giving everything unto everyone - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Creed"

While wailing women recited novena - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Creed"

If the game isn't going the way she'd like - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Creed"

Bent as light, as wind - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open"

Must tread slow - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open"

Her many hands reaching - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open"

The fire her bones remember - Barbara Jane Reyes "Brown Girl Has Walked Into the Wild, Palms Open"

and no man guards its doors - Barbara Jane Reyes "calles de los dolores y trastorno de tension postraumatica"

what means are available to terminate - Barbara Jane Reyes "calles de los dolores y trastorno de tension postraumatica"

We hand passers-by silk ribboned poems - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

We fold poems into parking lots - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Staple them to our neighborhood bulletin board - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Weave them with daisies into vacant lot chain fences - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Spray paint odes for boarded up storefronts - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Set paper boat songs alongside egrets and geese - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Westward paper airplane and origami crane poems - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Because you said we should take words to the world - Barbara Jane Reyes "Downtown Oakland Poem"

Honor movement in crescendos of text - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

Studying maps drawn for the absurdity of navigation - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

My lack of apology for what I am bound to to do - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

An oyster on my tongue searches for the taste of ocean - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

If I crave the secret corners of your city - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

In series of circular coils extending outward - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

I continue to harbor the swirls of galaxies - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

Because I have mouthed your name in half-wish - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

Outside the possibility of human causation - Barbara Jane Reyes "[state of emergency]"

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Determin'd the summons undaunted to meet - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Whom first Cincinnatus did doom - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Who boldly did aspire to steal the sun's etherial fire - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

On all who pass the Stygian wave - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Fears with the billows of Neptune to strive - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Whose writings will ever be held in esteem - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Laments in a language, uncommon, and rare - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Or his crown and kingdom, for ever resign - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

And the Roses and Thistles, agree to entwine - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Whom Caesar contrived to annoy - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Was courted by the Queen of night - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

Which troubles the bowels of earth - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

And disappointment marks the name - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

When fair Hebe left the sky - Mrs. A. Ritson "Classical Enigmas"

From Classical Enigmas at Project Gutenberg. I have chosen to use the book title for all twelve of the poems within because the poems use the literal signs of the Zodiac for the titles, and I wasn't willing to puzzle out which was which. The book has little enough text that finding specific lines ought not be too difficult. PG lists the author as 'Mrs. Ritson,' but each poem ends with "A.R." in a format that's clearly meant as a signature of sorts, so I'm assuming 'A. Ritson' but might be wrong. The original is from 1811 and is a set of riddles. The punctuation is peculiar by modern standards, and there were things I wanted to excerpt that had commas I couldn't tolerate, so those who like what I have here might want to look at the rest. And now this post is mostly note.

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Restlessness of loneliness and agglomerations of rivers - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

The piercing channel from the intersection - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

Hallucinations that unite ancestral backgrounds - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

They walked long as emissaries - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

Then in the face of the torch - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

Lights that sound the sunset - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

Laughs like nothing of his footprints - Carlos Manuel Rivera "Thanatos and Technophilia"

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Bend to your cast that a king may die - Lloyd Roberts "A-Fishing"

Beginner's luck and a fisherman's zeal - Lloyd Roberts "A-Fishing"

The last gray feather to southward goes - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

The harrow and sickle are laid away - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

While Death stalks free in the silent world - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

Scarlet stains across the dipping hills of sun - Lloyd Roberts "The Berry Pickers"

Their bones recall summer leaves long lost - Lloyd Roberts "Dead Days"

A thousand little summer winds are singing in the wheat - Lloyd Roberts "England's Fields"

Why the tangled roses breathe so softly to the moon - Lloyd Roberts "England's Fields"

Shattered the aching aisles of solitude - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

And presently the gates of sun swung wide - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

When purest gold fell softly to the snow - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

Snow and the winds that eat into the bone - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

And all the myriad star-buds burst in flame - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

Plucks the purple plums and spills the cherries on the grass - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

His feet upon the mountain and his shadow on the pass - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

His servants are the wind and rain - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

The silence shattered by the laughter of the loon - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

As they pitch the bearded barley in a thousand tents of gold - Lloyd Roberts "The Homesteader"

And hear the skylarks calling to a heart that's growing old - Lloyd Roberts "The Homesteader"

Six warm bowls of porridge and a broken mug or two - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"

Lights the cradle and runs dark along the rafter - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"

And roar the rapids to the moon - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"
Dust of stars beyond the bars - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

And mirthless laughter of the loon - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

Swirling blades through inky shades - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

The rocking echo drifts and dies - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

Chaos lifts the heavy sea and bends the hollow sky - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

They have joined me to their ranks - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

With only laughter for the havoc we have made - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

The birds are back in the reeds again - Lloyd Roberts " On the Marshes"

To unbar the gates and let the rivers run - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

And still the winds are hungry-cold - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

The thrush will pipe at twilight to draw the blossoms out - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

Our long grey hosts of rain forever marching by - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

Till waters scream in anger and the wide-mouthed valley fills - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

Stamped the miles of mosses and blackened out the day - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

And a million tongues of madness rose singing - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

And winds beyond the heavens are dancing in the light - Lloyd Roberts "Spring Madness"

Singing down the leafless aisles to the budding year - Lloyd Roberts "Spring's Singing"

Silver tongues of waters where the willows blush - Lloyd Roberts "Spring's Singing"

Old to the soul when the stars were new - Lloyd Roberts "There's Music in My Heart To-day"

Swing the doors to the four great winds - Lloyd Roberts "There's Music in My Heart To-day"

Runs westward to the ocean rim and over - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"

The shadow of Vesuvius lies gray across the land - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"

The dead hand of Winter is knocking at the door - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

Beyond the alders where the long swamps lie - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

The creak of broken rushes and the last snipe's cry - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

Ceaseless winds that eddy down to whip the iron street - Lloyd Roberts "The Winter Harvest"

A hundred sullen shovels claw and heave - Lloyd Roberts "The Winter Harvest"

The wind sweeps in from the iron seas - Lloyd Roberts "Winter Winds"

Yellow sun and shadow are spinning gold behind - Lloyd Roberts "The Wood Trail"

Let the spring of life well up and drown the empty quest - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"

I'll run below the wet young moon - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"

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In pent up wrath and fury rages - Amy Redpath Roddick "Armageddon"

In caverns deep where sulphur waters boil - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Ballad of a Bugaboo"

Whenever right is spun the fibre of its strands - Amy Redpath Roddick "The British Lands"

By effort of their mind and hands - Amy Redpath Roddick "The British Lands"

As the bud of thoughts expands - Amy Redpath Roddick "The British Lands"

The nucleus of that larger league - Amy Redpath Roddick "The British Lands"

Though worlds are trembling round me - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Calm that Comes with Years"

Curse the Nero who planned this gory dance - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Calm that Comes with Years"

Nine fair sisters in one home - Amy Redpath Roddick "England's Oldest Colony"

Mark their course by moonlight glow - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Fairies"

In their stead an emblem single - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Flag"

Mysteries come creeping into our garden - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Good Old Days"

The weeds now have their hour of beauty - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Good Old Days"

Heights too steep for thought to climb - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Mind of the Mystic"

Mazes whose key is ecstacy - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Mind of the Mystic"

Music too sweet for words to speak - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Mind of the Mystic"

Visions that fleet through aerial dreams - Amy Redpath Roddick "The Mind of the Mystic"

Lofty thought scarce held by earthly bound - Amy Redpath Roddick "My Lake"

Then disappear in a hurricane of sound - Amy Redpath Roddick "Our Art"

Struggle through the clouds that wrap me - Amy Redpath Roddick "Perfect in Thy Promise"

Then cool to death in aeon's endless time - Amy Redpath Roddick "A Scientific Puzzle"

Flung from a broken star on its mad race - Amy Redpath Roddick "A Scientific Puzzle"

Generates heat from his furious speed - Amy Redpath Roddick "A Scientific Puzzle"

Shaking you free from your perilous berth - Amy Redpath Roddick "A Scientific Puzzle"

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Why wouldn't geometry equal divinity - Sahar Romani "Afternoon in Andalusia"

Trust in one & infinity - Sahar Romani "Afternoon in Andalusia"

A tornado from a future century - Sahar Romani "Afternoon in Andalusia"

A heart graffitied fuschia on the street - Sahar Romani "Sign"

A missive from another life - Sahar Romani "Sign"

Coincidence is the great mystery of the human mind - Sahar Romani "Sign"

A song that dares us to look inside - Sahar Romani "Sign"

To believe the universe will tap your shoulder - Sahar Romani "Sign"

Truth isn't going anywhere - Sahar Romani "Sign"

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Pig whispers and games of chance - Karen A. Romanko "Bosch in Hollywood"

Unable to burn her creation - Karen A. Romanko "The Glass Blower"

Wonders what world she rendered - Karen A. Romanko "The Glass Blower"

What matter she molded but could not control - Karen A. Romanko "The Glass Blower"

Returning the shards to flame - Karen A. Romanko "The Glass Blower"

Why send minions on clandestine capers - Karen A. Romanko "The Invisible Woman Runs for President"

Caressing surveillance cameras and blowing whisper kisses - Karen A. Romanko "The Invisible Woman Runs for President"

Identity theft has knocked off a few years - Karen A. Romanko "The Invisible Woman Runs for President"

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The Earth has steeped in longing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Fanned by perfume from fruitful miles - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Answered to mock my sigh - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Ghosts of passions burnt out - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

An anguished prayer from the deeps - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

That throbs in the veins of Spring - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Joined my prayer to the wind and trees - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Joined my cry to the striving soil - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The All-Mother's Awakening"

Sighs of vast surrender - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Ardour"

The gleam and sway of burning leaves - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Autumn in Sussex"

With a thousand prying eyes - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An August Night"

Scoffed to see my soul's despair - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An August Night"

Charms his thought to song - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Autumn Ride: Malvern"

Music woven of countless strains - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Autumn Ride: Malvern"

An atom cast in the pearly gray - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Autumn Ride: Malvern"

The touch of my curbing rein - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Autumn Ride: Malvern"

Future promise of fruitful clay - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Autumn Ride: Malvern"

Wrested from the grasp of night - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Before Dawn: Malvern"

Above the nearest summit's crest - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Before Dawn: Malvern"

Beneath the spell of June - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Brother Filippo"

Within the larches trembling glade - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Brother Filippo"

Bathed in burning dreams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Brother Filippo"

Little ripples joining hands - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "By the River"

Ringing in his fairy note - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "By the River"

Grim in the light of dawn - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Cloud and the Mountain"

Your fingers on our fancy's loom - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Comparison"

Bound my soul with chains of earth - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Confidence"

A flight of hurried stars - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Dawn"

Almonds bloom in early Spring - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Dawn Among the Olive Groves"

The road winds down in deepening shadow - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Dawn Among the Olive Groves"

Will become the prey of years - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

Who bring but wormwood - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

With invitation to the sheltered hearth - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

A pilgrim wind will pause to look - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

The deadly layer of choking dust - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

As these bones survive their flesh - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

Will count the hosts of night - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

No matter what the penalty - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

Write these pages with heart's blood - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Finis"

If you would hear the thrushes sing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Georgetown, U.S.A."

To weave a web across the street - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Georgetown, U.S.A."

The night and the storm combine - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Hands and Lips"

The squirrel deserts his nest - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "House Hunting"

And leave a palace of coral - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "House Hunting"

Seaweed gardens where moonbeams sleep - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "House Hunting"

Form trenches for the frailer flowers - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "In the Hardt Wald"

That Dryad hands have wrought - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "In the Hardt Wald"

The anthem that the skylarks sing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Incompatible"

May sail on lakes of melody - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Interlude"

Warm with memories of sounds - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Interlude"

Time's galling iron yoke - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "An Interlude"

That shadow land of lost illusions - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Laying of Ghosts"

But never may complete the tune - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Laying of Ghosts"

The silver-blue of incense mist - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Malvern: July 23rd, 1906"

To the Summer Darkness wed - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Moon"

A mantle of starlight hung - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Moon's Message"

Wooed with a wanton ardour - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Moon's Message"

Stirred in tender dreams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Moon's Message"

Happy with the song of streams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Mountain Path"

Gazing at my perished dreams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Mountain Path"

Each within a golden shroud - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Mountain Path"

My aching spirit to the yoke of truth - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Mountain Path"

A choir of thrushes to sing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "My Choice"

My valley of shade and dreams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "My Valley"

Sun that pauses to kiss the dew - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "My Valley"

Unfurls its misty pennants - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Night in Italy"

Sweet with breath of musk - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Night in Italy"

Paths from out eternity - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Night in Italy"

Torn from the countless ages - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Night in Italy"

The fumes of pale camellias - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "North and South"

Beams of youth's forgotten spring - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Ode to Sappho"

Who live, and love, and dying make amends - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Ode to Sappho"

Mingled with the flame a tear - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Old Verses"

Dying curse and choking prayer - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On a Battle Field"

The silent beauty of the noon - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On a Battle Field"

Creeps away to dream and rest - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On a Battle Field"

May not perish for a kiss - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On a Battle Field"

In that hot sweet hour - Radclyffe Hall "On the Hill-Side"

Mistaking it for a flower - Radclyffe Hall "On the Hill-Side"

The heavy hanging air of dusk - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Potomac River, U.S.A."

Danced along the marshy damps - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Potomac River, U.S.A."

Crawled along with throbbing heart - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Potomac River, U.S.A."

Stand against the stress of weather - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Sea-Shore"

Storms sweep the land - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Sea-Shore"

Strange craving for forgotten things - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "One Evening Near Nice"

Mists of passion dimmed my sight - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "One Night"

Beneath the fire of kisses - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "One Night"

The sea was witness - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Out at Sea"

To shake the very stars at night - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"

Cedar trees in summer rain - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"

Whose thoughts dead poets gathered - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"

Poured within the brimming cup - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"

Kindles the holy fires that sleep - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"

A grasshopper chirped of rain - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Quest of the White Heather: Schwartz Wald"

A silver moth on thoughtless wing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Road to Colla"

Across the endless field of sky - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Road to Colla"

Pouring his stream of burning wine - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Road to Colla"

Nectar strong with youth and mirth - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Road to Colla"

Wanders through the clustered hops - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XV: The Ledbury Train"

Across my mind comes creeping - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XVII: Casend Hill"

The sun comes back to wake you - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XVII: Casend Hill"

Glowed in thousands all along - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XXII: Primrose Flowers"

Golden coins from out the blue - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XXII: Primrose Flowers"

From the shelter of your heart - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Rustic Courting XXIV: The Blind Ploughman"

The gleaming edges of Fate's sharpest knife - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Scar"

The fathomless smile of the sky - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Si Parva Licet Componere Magnis"

Sweet are the silent places - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Silent Places"

Meadows sown with silken grass - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Silent Places"

Stretching above the silent palisade - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Silent Places"

A sapphire in the golden day - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Silent Places"

Folded in her cloudy gown - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Song of the Watcher"

Yearning for the pale-eyed star - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Song of the Watcher"

The watcher at the window - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Song of the Watcher"

In spite of the winter's woe - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Spring Hopes: Song"

In Nature's maternal keeping - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Spring Hopes: Song"

Yearnings such as solitude inspires - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Summer Thought"

Quenched by simple things - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Summer Thought"

The garments of the passing hours - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Summer Thought"

Where the scent of primrose clings - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Summer Thought"

Olives on the mountain's crest - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Sunday in Liguria"

In the grace of lengthening shadows - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Sunday in Liguria"

Shadows gathered from the noon - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Sunday in Liguria"

A great white bird on sunlit wing - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Sunday in Liguria"

Bathed in streams of endless melody - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Thoughts"

Striving seeds and budding flowers - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Thoughts at Ajaccio"

Wand cut from the willow tree - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Three Child-Songs II: Willow Wand"

Youthful in the count of years - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To --"

Has quaffed defiance to the spheres - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To --"

And pass the goblet on to you - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To --"

Of pilgrim shrines and holy wells - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Italy"

Of incense mist and secret prayers - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Italy"

Thrills with sap of sun-born wine - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Italy"

Warm liquid of a faith long dead - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Italy"

Hot springs of turbid fire - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Italy"

Languid petals shimmering - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Roses"

Ghosts of burnt-out kisses - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Roses"

Spectral words that haunt the air - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Roses"

Kinder to the breeze - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To Some One!"

Weary of the city's sorrow - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To the Earth"

The happy lark but newly risen - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "To the Earth"

Only hypocrisy's mask - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Truth"

A butterfly wan with summer - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Twilight Fancy"

The bells of the altar lilies - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Twilight Fancy"

Rarest fruits in that garden grew - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Two Angels"

And fettered the Pilgrim's hand - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Two Angels"

Across a wind-swept sphere - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Welcome"

The mountains are closing their eyes - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "White Butterflies: Schwartz Wald"

Grown tense with creation's desire - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "White Butterflies: Schwartz Wald"

Snow-flakes that fall upon fire - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "White Butterflies: Schwartz Wald"

From the heart of an opening rose - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "White Butterflies: Schwartz Wald"

Robbed the flowers of their melodies - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "A Windy June"

Drift towards a mystic isle - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Winter on the Zuyder Zee"

To stir the deep forgotten heart - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Winter on the Zuyder Zee"

Floating on a haze of sky - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Winter on the Zuyder Zee"

An unknown sphere of dreams - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Winter on the Zuyder Zee"

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The dark foundations of the land - Charles G.D. Roberts "Ascription"

That unnamed, tremendous chord Arcturus sounds - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Ascription"

Exile hearts that homeward ache - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Atlantic Cable"

Before our line of leaping steel - Charles G.D. Roberts "Cambrai and Marne"

Their cursing squadrons - Charles G.D. Roberts "Cambrai and Marne"

Our souls rejected still defeat - Charles G.D. Roberts "Cambrai and Marne"

Triumph in their throat - Charles G.D. Roberts "Cambrai and Marne"

The whirlwind through young wheat - Charles G.D. Roberts "Cambrai and Marne"

Hope freights your tides - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Canadian Streams"

Meet the splendours of the sun - Charles G.D. Roberts "Eastward Bound"

The slow, eternal drift of stars - Charles G.D. Roberts "Eastward Bound"

Down the void withdrawn - Charles G.D. Roberts "Eastward Bound"

To strew the hollows of Eternity - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Falling Leaves"

The ages circle down beyond recalling - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Falling Leaves"

Tips the world's deliberate rim - Charles G.D. Roberts "From the High Window of Your Room"

That veiled light of paradise - Charles G.D. Roberts "From the High Window of Your Room"

The breath of the lilacs - Charles G.D. Roberts "Going Over"

In all the ardent earth - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Good Earth"

Within his soul a shrine of memories - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Hermit"

From the door of my opened heart - Charles G.D. Roberts "Hill Top Songs"

On the unfenced height - Charles G.D. Roberts "Hill Top Songs"

Or rob defeat of pain - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Hour of Most Desire"

Dim shores of emptiness - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Ideal"

A ghost of sorrows gone - Charles G.D. Roberts "In a City Room"

Labyrinths of lavender and rose - Charles G.D. Roberts "My Garden"

Love's white hand upon my wrist - Charles G.D. Roberts "My Garden"

The faint cadence of some fairy song - Charles G.D. Roberts "My Garden"

Where groping hands clutch fear - Charles G.D. Roberts "Night in a Down-town Street"

Has drained the iron channel dry - Charles G.D. Roberts "Night in a Down-town Street"

That crawls upon the clouded sea - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Night in a Down-Town Street"

Strange winds from the forgotten day - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Night in a Down-Town Street"

Made wan with endless years - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Night in a Down-Town Street"

All heaven in a windless pool - Charles G.D. Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

The sorcery that subdues - Charles G.D. Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

The sorcery that subdues the souls of men - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

In other worlds expect another joy - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

The spirit of lilies in a leafy place - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

Your waitings on the marriages of flowers - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Consecration"

For the honeysuckle calls you - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Spiritual Love"

With a tyrannous remembrance of delight - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Spiritual Love"

Dream and memory endure no door - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Spiritual Love"

Soul of the lily flower - Charles George Douglas Roberts "A Nocturne of Spiritual Love"

With a thousand sorrows forgotten - Charles G.D. Roberts "A Nocturne of Trysting"

Sufficing all our needs - Charles G.D. Roberts "O Earth, Sufficing All Our Needs"

Through your sundering darkness - Charles G.D. Roberts "O Earth, Sufficing All Our Needs"

Beyond the sequence of the dawn - Charles G.D. Roberts "O Earth, Sufficing All Our Needs"

In your quickening dust - Charles G.D. Roberts "O Earth, Sufficing All Our Needs"

The desire of this strong North - Charles George Douglas Roberts "An Ode for the Canadian Confederacy"

Fear the keen confronting sun - Charles George Douglas Roberts "An Ode for the Canadian Confederacy"

And stretch vain hands to stars - Charles George Douglas Roberts "An Ode for the Canadian Confederacy"

By rage of seas unjarred - Charles George Douglas Roberts "An Ode for the Canadian Confederacy"

Shall beggar the largess of time - Charles G.D. Roberts "On the Road"

Shall stumble in ultimate dark - Charles G.D. Roberts "On the Road"

The hollow hand of sleep - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Origins"

The echoing deeps of time - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Origins"

With fate on either hand - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Origins"

Winged with a flake of sky - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Place of His Rest"

The prayer of his weary eyes - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Place of His Rest"

Brooding with calm - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Place of His Rest"

Little kindred of the grass - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Recessional"

Soul of fire and seed of sod - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Recessional"

Little comrades of the sky - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Recessional"

Moth and blossom, blade and bee - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Recessional"

Foreshadowing April's face - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Silver Thaw"

Flashed in a rain of gems - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Silver Thaw"

White fire and amethyst - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Silver Thaw"

Sapphires adorned the bramble-stems - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Silver Thaw"

A murmur of dreams in his wings - Charles George Douglas Roberts "Sleepy Man"

The belated hornet humming - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Solitary Woodsman"

The strife of hope that struggles - Charles G.D. Roberts "A Street Vigil"

That keeps perpetual June - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Stream"

Sleeps unstirred by any storm - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Stream"

Deeps of the wind-torn west - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Summons"

With your banners at the gate - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Summons"

Your torn wild scarlets - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Summons"

The shout of those trumpets - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Summons"

That grim and gathering beat - Charles G.D. Roberts "To Shakespeare, in 1916"

The ancient hills commune with sleep - Charles George Douglas Roberts "The Train Among the Hills"

Astray in the tangle of roofs - Charles G.D. Roberts "Twilight on Sixth Avenue"

A voice that shakes the shadows - Charles G.D. Roberts "Twilight on Sixth Avenue"

The solemn stars, the sacred night - Charles G.D. Roberts "Under the Pillars of the Sky"

The portents of Eternity - Charles G.D. Roberts "Under the Pillars of the Sky"

Where the dead dreamers dwell - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Unknown City"

That grief invade not - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Unknown City"

Jettied on the peacock tide - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Unknown City"

With seed of suns - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

The slow clog of the hours - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

The haste of storm - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

The free exalt of star and tree - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

Reinless run of wind and sun - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

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Monstrous either one apart - John Crowe Ransom "Winter Remembered"

To walk forth in the murderous air - John Crowe Ransom "Winter Remembered"

And wash my wound in the snows - John Crowe Ransom "Winter Remembered"

The absence and the cold - John Crowe Ransom "Winter Remembered"

In the wood the furious winter blowing - John Crowe Ransom "Winter Remembered"

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Flower by dream-ghosts planted - Edgell Rickword "Grave Joys"

From those cold petals subtler power - Edgell Rickword "Grave Joys"

The pale flame of your foot - Edgell Rickword "Intimacy"

Tangled in the net of leaves - Edgell Rickword "Intimacy"

A shark with hungry teeth - Edgell Rickword "Strange Elements"

Fluttering down from the dark trees of night - Edgell Rickword "Winter Prophecies"

Water is carved like fern - Edgell Rickword "Winter Prophecies"

Spins dooms and weirds and meltings - Edgell Rickword "Winter Prophecies"

Tangled in the heavy purple veil - Edgell Rickword "Yegor"

Carved out of marble clouds - Edgell Rickword "Yegor"

By the first swift sun-ray slain - Edgell Rickword "Yegor"

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Swoop through the hollow and hover over ridges - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

Induced to have faith in each curious print - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

Our flesh a nomenclature of memories - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

A tracery of dreams invented by bureaucracies - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

To hurtle headlong down each slick & proper lane - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

Investigators conspire to bar us from shadows - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

Pretend to recognize the spirit under the skin - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

Their owners who also disintegrate to dust - Jacie Ragan "The Secret Lives of Fingerprints"

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In the backstand of our existence - m.s. RedCherries "the end cannot be me"

We take off down the same backroads - m.s. RedCherries "the end cannot be me"

Imagine another life in which we are together - m.s. RedCherries "the end cannot be me"

Like the place you were from never existed - m.s. RedCherries "finding tomorrow"

anger is love divided into long sleeps - m.s. RedCherries "playing america in spring"

I cannot sleep in the dream of you - m.s. RedCherries "playing america in spring"

at all the funerals when my name was good - m.s. RedCherries "playing america in spring"

Where the land that was once gone is ours now back - m.s. RedCherries "this is what kafka really meant when he wished to be a red indian"

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The only plan allowed by law - Edwin C. Ranck "The Doodle Bug"

When witches skim the air - Edwin C. Ranck "Halloween"

When spooks and goblins climb the stair - Edwin C. Ranck "Halloween"

Ate dynamite with a spoon - Edwin C. Ranck "Now There's a Coon in the Moon"

Beside me howling in the wilderness - Edwin C. Ranck "The Rubaiyat of a Kentuckian"

And goblins rode on bears - Edwin C. Ranck "Why the Mole Is Blind"

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Your name mentioned on the news - Ishmael Reed "A Black Genius"

Thousands eager to hear your views - Ishmael Reed "A Black Genius"

A cowboy in the boat of Ra - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Sidewinders in the saloons of fools - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

The Nefertiti fake chipped on the run - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

A longhorn winding its bells through the Field of Reeds - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

The motown long plays for the comeback of Osiris - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

When stars stare at sleeping steer - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Half breed son of Pisces and Aquarius - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

I hold the souls of men in my pot - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Bring me my headdress of black feathers - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Hand me my shadow - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Going into town after Set - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Vampire outlaw of the milky way - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Which, a century ago, was the Queen of metaphors - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

Reduced to the greeting card section of CVS - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

Before they made the red carpet shine - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

Cole Porter never wrote a song about us - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

The bladder and the kidney began to quarrel - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

The thyroid and the pancreas joined the outbreak - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

Their squabble distracted them - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"

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Paying close attention to the rapidly changing current - Tennessee Reed "Fantasy"

Watching out for the camouflaged stone fish - Tennessee Reed "Fantasy"

There is no antidote for its venom - Tennessee Reed "Fantasy"

The deep waters below me and shallow waters above - Tennessee Reed "Fantasy"

Landslides and earthquakes from the depths - Tennessee Reed "Fantasy"

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Three lilies in her hand - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

The stars in her hair were seven - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

Built over the sheer depth - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

Across the flood of ether - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

With flame and blackness ridge the void - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

Along the steady flight of seraphim - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

Shake fierce through all the worlds - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

To the deep wells of light - Dante Gabriel Rossetti "The Blessed Damozel"

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Can't take a photo through the bulletproof glass - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Cachiporrista"

As he watches from behind the wire diamonds of chain-link - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Cachiporrista"

Twirls a baton of broken broomstick - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Cachiporrista"

Hover your hand above a flame - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Five American Sentences"

What we could have evolved to is finished - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Five American Sentences"

Without his esteem, untethered, the string snapped - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Five American Sentences"

This forgetting is a kind of freedom - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Five American Sentences"

His signature, a perfect birdswoop of wings - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "The Garden of Earthly Delights"

Notes that resound in the caves of Sacromonte - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "The Garden of Earthly Delights"

A puzzle on the table, half completed - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "The Garden of Earthly Delights"

The adagio echoes in that whitewashed cave - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "The Garden of Earthly Delights"

A flock of wild parakeets comes to roost - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

Joyful in their ceremony of clacks and trills - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

That this alcove echoes their welcome - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

Rooted in the things unknown but longed for - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

With headlong and unanimous consent - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

A distant murmuration swallowed from sight - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "La Mano"

A tomato pulses in her palm - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

Fruit and flowers I sent in my stead - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

The scorpion tail of her voice speared its own pain - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

Another flower for the altar - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

Terror of the spotlight and audience roar - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

How the unsaid presses down on our human bodies - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

But the heart does not negotiate - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

Beating the black dome over a beach - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

The rupture marks her final place - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

You cannot win an argument with a hammer & nail - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "¿Qué Quiere, Corazón?"

These lines force one foot in front of the other - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Relinquenda"

These steps are the ones I have to take - Alexandra Lytton Regalado "Relinquenda"

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Better than this sudden sleep - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Great dawns of inner mornings - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

The yawning darkness eating all sense - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Leaving nothing but the silence and the absence - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Sighing calamity beneath a beleaguered sun - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Beneath the streetlights of sense and order - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Our time defined now by disaster - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Of an unwilling relaxing of grasp - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

Of an unbearable surrender to sleep - Mark Rich "To Sleep"

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Because my country has robbed me of living - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Exactly where my country ended me - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Initiate the poetics of my history - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

A body protesting thinks itself as a door - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Has learned to carve many doors out of its darkness - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

But the exit is never to see light - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Your country shows you its wound - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Nightingales crashing their voices through - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

Everything becomes a protest against darkness - Fasasi Ridwan "Reliving: Post Trauma of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre"

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Avoiding the only safe terrain - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"

Guarded by the granite names of dead parishioners - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"

Gifts delivered without a sense of etiquette - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"

A melody old as rain and excellent of voice - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"

Growls at nothing but his own heartbeat - Mark Rudolph "Tarot Cards and UFOs"

Firemen hacking into the heart of the blaze - Mark Rudolph "Tarot Cards and UFOs"

As they burn up in the heat of her escape - Mark Rudolph "Tarot Cards and UFOs"

How the ocean steals anything it wants - Mark Rudolph "Threnody at Sea"

Calling us all out into the waves - Mark Rudolph "Threnody at Sea"

Stripped of everything, even our names - Mark Rudolph "Threnody at Sea"

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Scattered into flight the Vows of Lent - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Before the phantom of Pale Winter died - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Love's light Hand is knocking at the door - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

The New Moon reviving old desires - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

His heart with madness overflowing - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Who now make merry at the gloom - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Beyond the whirl of madd'ning cares - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

That dark taste still lingers in the mouth - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

With a saving drink of iced Nepenthe comes - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Each morn some fresh repentance brings - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

But where leaves the vows of Yesterday - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

If my conscience seem an idle joke - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Nor mock with laughter his most subtle lies - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

But was I sober when I swore? - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

To drown the memory of such insolence - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

And trail your Egotism in the dust - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

That clears to-day of unpaid debts and future fears - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

Make the most of what you still may spend - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

And e'en in Eden flirted with the Snake - Helen Rowland "The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor"

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Weary watchers, guard the solemn scene - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Amid mirth's unrestricted din - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

From treacherous quicksands or from leeward shore - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Robust dwellers, prodigal of time - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Dance with unmeasured mirth, enraptured - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Before the stern destroyer all shall bow - Kenneth Rookwood "The Ruins of Burnside" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

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And she wears seaweed in her hair - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

Scuttle into sand-tubes and hide amongst the spinifex - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

Hurling their smoked shells back into the sea - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

The world is still for three heartbeats - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

The crabs flee deep into the dunes - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

She steps silent from the sky onto sand - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

And kisses the sparrows in her hair - Hester J. Rook "The Sparrows in Her Hair"

Could pluck it from the air with my teeth - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Night is stretched across the frame of the sky - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

I am whole in the moonlight - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Drenched with the perfumes of summer nights and rose-hush - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Imagining a hundred thousand different futures - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Acid-dipped, and sky-tempered, storm-bathed - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Singing through moon-filled teeth - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Testing each new path that has bloomed before me - Hester J. Rook "Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon"

Sun soaked and dusk stained - Hester J. Rook "Under Silver Waves"

I struggle not to drown in the air above you - Hester J. Rook "Under Silver Waves"

Touched only by star and the wild - Hester J. Rook "Under Silver Waves"

When we kiss my lips shatter like bleeding glass - Hester J. Rook "Under Silver Waves"

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The dials of earth may show - Father Ryan "The Rosary of My Years"

By the shade of our souls - Father Ryan "The Rosary of My Years"

The tempest and tears of the deep - Father Ryan "The Rosary of My Years"

A thousand joys may foam - Father Ryan "The Rosary of My Years"

On the billows of all the years - Father Ryan "The Rosary of My Years"

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To catch the last vestiges of someone's history - Levi Romero "the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky"

In that hummed and whistled journey - Levi Romero "the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky"

Brought in by the winds of our own stormy reluctance - Levi Romero "the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky"

That does not distinguish between yesterday or tomorrow - Levi Romero "the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky"

Your eyes blazing in the moonless night - Levi Romero "the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky"

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And the sacred knot thereon - T.W. Rolleston "The Dead at Clonmacnois"

Moving some mystic dance to tread - T.W. Rolleston "The Spell-Struck"

The sound that held her listening - T.W. Rolleston "The Spell-Struck"

That once have tasted the fairy banquet's bliss - T.W. Rolleston "The Spell-Struck"

But when she dies in autumn - T.W. Rolleston "The Spell-Struck"

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When the last bitterness was past - Rennell Rodd "Actea"

Wreck of the lost human soul left free - Rennell Rodd "Actea"

Grew to perfect summer in one day - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

Where Circe's isle floats purple - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

Far away above the golden haze - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

The burden of an old world song - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

With three years' dust above the mellow wine - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

Where Nereid maids about the sea-god throng - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

And night shall have her dirge - Rennell Rodd "At Lanuvium"

With a glimmer of rustling weeds - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

The dust of a world forgotten lay under the barren ground - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Old record of loves and tears - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Their gilded galleys came home from a hundred seas - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

The song that the years have silenced - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

But we went from the sorrowful city and wandered - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

From the ways that our feet have chosen - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Clung to the chance promise - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

But we wait for a day that dawns not - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

While we are deep in dreaming the light - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

To gather the days misspent - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

The wreck of their marble glory lies - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Dreaming for the weary heart of the past - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Seed that the years have scattered - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

And we took no count of the hours - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Sunbeams chained for a banner - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

With the gladness of years unspent - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

From a gloom of a world forgotten to the light of a world to be - Rennell Rodd "At Tiber Mouth"

Wait not along the shore - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Suns go down beyond the windy seas - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

No voice from these on any landward wind - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Out of all tracks along the sea's highway - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Where never wild seas break - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Beyond where any suns of yours have set - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

All stormy ways and wanderings - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Beneath far fathom depths of waves - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

Through death to knowledge of all things - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

From out the silence of their unknown fate - Rennell Rodd "Atalanta"

This was the end love made - Rennell Rodd "Atque in Perpetuum Frater Ave Atque Vale"

Never thought that love had such an end - Rennell Rodd "Atque in Perpetuum Frater Ave Atque Vale"

Tapers burning in the dim half-light - Rennell Rodd "Atque in Perpetuum Frater Ave Atque Vale"

Beneath green leaves and lilies white - Rennell Rodd "Atque in Perpetuum Frater Ave Atque Vale"

And you with your dreaming eyes - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Till even my own dream dies - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Smile at my old white years - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

When songs were laughter and hope - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

My faiths have been dead so long - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Heard a song that the wood gods sing - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

All things blend in the world's great harmony - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Have learnt the riddle of seas and sands - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

There is no room left for my wonderland - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

The wonderful harmony of the earth and the skies - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Far off from the mad world's ways - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

In the gleam of the gold-washed sea - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"

Quiet for murmuring winds at strife - Rennell Rodd "Disillusion"

Waves that foam and riot about the seas of life - Rennell Rodd "Disillusion"

The warning blown back on every wind - Rennell Rodd "Disillusion"

Whirled through in wild confusion - Rennell Rodd "Disillusion"

The sea of disillusion that lies beyond the gate - Rennell Rodd "Disillusion"

A ruby path between the earth and sky - Rennell Rodd "From the Hills of Gardens"

Where the sorrows of our singers lie - Rennell Rodd "From the Hills of Gardens"

And lay a daisy at the feet of God - Rennell Rodd "From the Hills of Gardens"

We two must wait for the angel's key - Rennell Rodd "Hic Jacet"

What flowers find heart to die - Rennell Rodd "If Any One Return"

Fresh tears wet upon the hard cold face - Rennell Rodd "Imperator Augustus"

And nods assent to each familiar line - Rennell Rodd "In a Church"

Red and gold strike down the twilight dim - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"

Glide down the music's swell - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"

The folding arms of peace - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"

Whose dim foreknowledge is at rest - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"

This is the hour of ghosts that rise - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

Look into the shadow with moon-dazed eyes - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

And the whole red tragedy over again - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

The ghostly galleys ride out - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

Till the owl's long cry dies down - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

And one star waits for the dawning light - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"

I could not choose but wonder - Rennell Rodd "Long After"

What wildly spurring warrior-wraiths are these? - Rennell Rodd "On the Border Hills"

About their shadow-haunted circle clings - Rennell Rodd "On the Border Hills"

Sweet grace of low replies - Rennell Rodd "Requiescat"

Where the numberless dead cities sleep - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"

The toll men pay to that strange ferry-boat - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"

One picture of that immemorial land - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"

Ere she stood before the queen Persephone - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"

She holds a shadowy mirror to her eyes - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"

With the yew-tree grove on its crest - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

Who sailed in a snake-prowed galley - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

With a terror of twenty swords - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

From the fiords of the sunless winter - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

Over the whole world's sea-board the shadow of Odin passed - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

And he came from a hundred battles - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

Had drunken the draught of triumph - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

And the wild god rode on the storm - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

The old man laughed in the thunder - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

Waved his sword in the lightnings - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

Flashed out from the flame-flushed skies - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

And the rocks are at war with the waters - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

With the jagged grey teeth in the storm - Rennell Rodd "The Sea-King's Grave"

All through the golden weather - Rennell Rodd "A Song of Autumn"

Autumn's wind uncloses the heart of all your flowers - Rennell Rodd "A Song of Autumn"

One word spoken, one whisper of regret - Rennell Rodd "A Song of Autumn"

The dream had not been broken - Rennell Rodd "A Song of Autumn"

Into all our dreaming drew the spirit of the stars - Rennell Rodd "A Star-Dream"

Those days are long departed - Rennell Rodd "Those Days Are Long Departed"

We asked our way of the swallow - Rennell Rodd "Those Days Are Long Departed"

Unknown among the long-forgotten - Rennell Rodd "Une Heure Viendra Qui Tout Paiera"

The stone cried out for vengeance - Rennell Rodd "Une Heure Viendra Qui Tout Paiera"

Wonders to sweet music set - Rennell Rodd "Une Heure Viendra Qui Tout Paiera"

His name the thunder of a battle call - Rennell Rodd "Une Heure Viendra Qui Tout Paiera"

Among the things forgotten and untold - Rennell Rodd "Une Heure Viendra Qui Tout Paiera"

Through realms the dead inherit - Rennell Rodd "When I Am Dead"

And pass where whirlwinds go - Rennell Rodd "When I Am Dead"

We shall stand above the thunder - Rennell Rodd "When I Am Dead"

A sweet still night of the vintage time - Rennell Rodd "Where the Rhone Goes Down to the Sea"

Bring back dreams of the days long dead - Rennell Rodd "Where the Rhone Goes Down to the Sea"

Alone with the night wind's sigh - Rennell Rodd "Where the Rhone Goes Down to the Sea"

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Before earth's dawn hour thought to wane - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Alpine Forget-Me-Not"

Did the long miles fret or the red sun beat? - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Alpine Forget-Me-Not"

Will keep forever their sky-lost words - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Alpine Primrose"

Happy Heart coming home from the hills - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Alpine Primrose"

For my little Moses hidden where no one could see - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Among the Rushes"

Crouching out of the great storm's path - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Arctic Gentian"

Lost away in the myth of a dream - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Arctic Gentian"

And one was some fennel up on the shore - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "At the Water"

One was the smell of cool wet moss - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "At the Water"

Came with strawberry leaves in her bill - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Babes in the Woods"

Sand at the bottom that bites at your feet - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "The Branch"

Dreaming her over the seas to France - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Columbine in the Hills"

Lilting back to the land of air - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "The Hill People"

And the pilgrim road unfolds for me - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "The Hill People"

The gardens and cloisters and shrines of the Steep - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "The Hill People"

Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills? - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "The Hill People"

At the battle front of the timberline - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Indian Paint Brush"

Knows never an end of the harrowing war - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Indian Paint Brush"

Out of the broad gray breast of a stone - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Saxifrage"

And the Heart of the Sky leaned down to me - Elizabeth Madox Roberts "Saxifrage"

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We wish to curate a garden of stars - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

The path to a garden of starlight and wonder - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

Paved with the dreams of those who do not accept - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

To grow stars, start with moon dust - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

Then throw everything you know away - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

Pass this message onward as energy fades - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

Will served to feed new wonders, more delights - Julia Rios "On Where to Find Strange Horizons, and How to Get There"

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A single drop would overfill - A.J. Requier "A Charm"

To stay the tides that speak - A.J. Requier "A Charm"

Dark as the current of a dream - A.J. Requier "Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

And serves to light our solemn way - A.J. Requier "Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Only where a snare is lying low - A.J. Requier "Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Swift as the rainbow's graceful flight - A.J. Requier "Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Which we cast at the young heart's devotion - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Blush of a Peri that smiles in a dream - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Dwell on each glance of affection - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Seeks to freeze the remembrance of tears - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

As the ever-green ivy encircles the oak - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Together they bend and together are broke - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Intermingled in being and blended in breath - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Come fate with her darkest, her gloomiest band - A.J. Requier "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And shadows on the arras flit - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

An old clock in the corner stands - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Who entered the room without nod or knock - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

High with the fate of game - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The stranger that entered without a word - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Answered the solemn chime of the clock - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

From the dark caverns of the past - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Through all their chambers dim and vast - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Who would reap where fortune's wheel hath trod - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The key was turned in that rusty door - A.J. Requier "The Phantasmagoria: A Legend of Eld" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

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watered with the fallen dreams of all women - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

sacrifice dreams for future generations - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

her breath moves all the winds of time - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

hope on ice sharpened days and nights - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

a motionless mirror of the full moon sky - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

gives you her strength in your sleepless dreams - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

forward to all the future generations - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

you have given birth to daytime visions - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

only the empty hollow of what could have been - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

as it bursts full flame upon the earth - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

dreams wash spirits in midnight waters - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

my songs carried on strands of memory - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

these travels carry their dreams forward - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

midnight dreams a dim reflection of a lifetime - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

spirits washed in midnight waters - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

Sinewed dreams string together bones of hope - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

the blinding mirror image of near-sighted dreams - Marcie R. Rendon "Dream Songs"

On a ship bound from nowhere - Marcie R. Rendon "Of This Turtle Island"

Lost on a foreign continent - Marcie R. Rendon "Of This Turtle Island"

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Feverish light flung hard upon their faces - Paisley Rekdal "Bats"

Patterning a name in driblets of iodine - Paisley Rekdal "Bats"

My own voice frozen in the yard - Paisley Rekdal "The Cry"

Each cry dissolves into the next grown louder - Paisley Rekdal "The Cry"

Glass panes behind which stars rise - Paisley Rekdal "The Cry"

Sun would turn him commonplace - Paisley Rekdal "Driving to Santa Fe"

Then the dark came down again between us - Paisley Rekdal "Driving to Santa Fe"

Affection that depends on memory to survive - Paisley Rekdal "Intimacy"

A labyrinth of black roses - Paisley Rekdal "Joan of England in Bordeaux, 1348"

As a scythe of birds swings over the road - Paisley Rekdal "Joan of England in Bordeaux, 1348"

What dark road will they ride together? - Paisley Rekdal "Joan of England in Bordeaux, 1348"

Stepping forth from the forest to challenge Apollo - Paisley Rekdal "Marsyas"

Staring at the god he could never rival - Paisley Rekdal "Marsyas"

The jealousy knifed inside the mortal talent - Paisley Rekdal "Marsyas"

The cold perfection threaded through with rage - Paisley Rekdal "Marsyas"

Taking from his rival fear and desire - Paisley Rekdal "Marsyas"

The glass itself now tinged with ash - Paisley Rekdal "Murano"

Into the blank, toward the nothing - Paisley Rekdal "Once"

An extravagance we were meant for - Paisley Rekdal "Once"

In the perfect universe of math - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

Will not subtract itself from the equation - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

To recalculate our infinite extinction - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

Horn and scale both less and more than dead - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

Figurative dreams that now haunt us - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

Memory's another flaw in our equation - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"

Could train a tree for what desire anticipates - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

Placed at the ancient heart of a temple - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

At whose feet should I lay disappointment? - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

The tree traffics in a singular astonishment - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

Stewed it with sugar and lemon peel - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

Until the gold ran rich and thick into jars - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

Into the sweet and salt mix of waters - Paisley Rekdal "Vessels"

Regardless of the harvester's denials - Paisley Rekdal "Vessels"

Linked by what you think is pain - Paisley Rekdal "Vessels"

Out only chosen future - Paisley Rekdal "何日/What Day"

The moon wheels its white shoulder - Paisley Rekdal "何日/What Day"

The memory we share of rivers - Paisley Rekdal "何日/What Day"

Any body can be a bridge - Paisley Rekdal "何日/What Day"

Scrub off the oddities and freedoms of its difference - Paisley Rekdal "Wild Horses"

Renounce some part of politics and faith - Paisley Rekdal "Wild Horses"

How unstable the poweres to which we grow attached - Paisley Rekdal "Wild Horses"

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The amen in the prayer you never say - Jack Ridl "American Suite for a Lost Daughter"

Where the wolves came to drink - Jack Ridl "American Suite for a Lost Daughter"

Beneath the net of hollow stars - Jack Ridl "American Suite for a Lost Daughter"

Of the piano and machine gun - Jack Ridl "American Suite for a Lost Daughter"

A weed we named white whisper - Jack Ridl "American Suite for a Lost Daughter"

Light on the underside of leaves - Jack Ridl "It Was Last Night, I Think"

What rust peels away - Jack Ridl "It Was Last Night, I Think"

The space between musical notes - Jack Ridl "It Was Last Night, I Think"

Plus signs and hummingbirds - Jack Ridl "It Was Last Night, I Think"

The welcoming smell of words - Jack Ridl "The Nonattachment of Buddhism"

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The echo of the last link breaking - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

With heart-strings aching to breathe - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Every hope more vague and undefined - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Have enthroned that element divine - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Our mutual images have found a shrine - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Have torn our hearts and hands asunder - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

To find a future brighter than the past - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Though this widowed heart may love another - Mayne Reid "To Guadalupe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

From the world, conceal a suffering flame - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

By the strong pride of an unfeeling will - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

In the lone hours of the voiceless night - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

An agony of longing to dream again - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Mock not love so deeply hearted - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

With that light seeming which deceit can give - Mayne Reid "To Her Who Can Understand It" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

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Dryad hiding among fallen graves - Wendy Rathbone "Gravemaid"

Gathered about her a skirt of brittle leaves - Wendy Rathbone "Gravemaid"

In the forlorn dark - Wendy Rathbone "Grief"

Where the hues are atrophy and grief - Wendy Rathbone "Grief"

Dragging pentacles in the dust - Wendy Rathbone "Grief"

Overlooking the broken cliffs of the moon - Wendy Rathbone "Grief"

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Where spring's first violets perished - Edward S. Rand "Fallen" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

The budding summer hopes our hearts too fondly cherished - Edward S. Rand "Fallen" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Bring not back the past, to brim our cup of sorrow - Edward S. Rand "Fallen" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Trembling lips pour the sad dirge of sighing - Edward S. Rand "Fallen" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Though in the strife our heart-strings break - Edward S. Rand "Fallen" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

To whom the darkness whispers of the dawning - Edward Sprague Rand "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

Jealous raving, wild and frantic - Edward Sprague Rand "The Lesson of the Hour" [The Continental Monthly March 1862]

The daybeams creep along the serried pines - Edward S. Rend, Jr. "Promise" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Shadows brood among the silent valleys - Edward S. Rend, Jr. "Promise" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Bright burns the searching flame - Edward S. Rend, Jr. "Promise" [The Continental Monthly v.3 no.1, March 1863]

Whose fair mirages coming hours dispel - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Not to the moments that have hurried by - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Whose smouldering embers lie, sad relics - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

A land whose hopes find no fruition - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

On its clouds a soul-reflected light - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Prate not of failing hopes, of fading flowers - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Whine not in melancholy, plaintive lays - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

Carries a magic nothing can withstand - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

And to the weary be a helping hand - Edward S. Rand "A Song of the Present" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]

I am assuming that 'Rend' attached to "Promise" is a typo for 'Rand.' I may be wrong and am therefore leaving the spelling as I found it.

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Already are dark threats breathed forth - A. R. "The Count of Paris" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Had known each other's form - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

And mingled in the heartless throng as thoughtlessly as they - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Nature wooeth back no wanderer to her arms - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Have vanished with the things that were - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Amid the wrecks of truth - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Dreamed a thousand dreams and found them all untrue - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Found bitter drops in every cup - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

That no rude voice from coming years may break - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

No cloud of doubt come o'er your sky - A. R. "Life's Young Dream" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

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