Jul. 1st, 2011

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Has been dining on empires and thrones - Frank E. Smedley "The Enchanted Net"

Firm as the wave-beaten rock - Frank E. Smedley "The Enchanted Net"

A feast for the hooded crows - Frank E. Smedley "The Enchanted Net"

A wonderful state of black velvet and feathers - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

On the terrified drum of his trembling ear - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

A short obligato of curses - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

Like a terrier watching a rat - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

As greyhound from the leash set free - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

Swift as the trackless wind - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

Roused twice by nightmare - Frank E. Smedley "Maude Allinghame: A Legend of Hertforshire"

Bandy high words with an insolent dragon - Frank E. Smedley "Ye Right Ancient Ballad of ye Combat of King Tidrich with ye Dragon"


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With cloud and tempest's blackening breath - Algernon Swinburne "Aperotos Eros"

With anguish for a wreath - Algernon Swinburne "Aperotos Eros"

In the chant of a home-faring crew - Algernon Swinburne "At Sea"

And the heart in us echoes - Algernon Swinburne "At Sea"

Blown buds of barren flowers - Algernon Charles Swinburne "At the End of All Desire"

Time stoops to no man's lure - Algernon Charles Swinburne "At the End of All Desire"

Four apples on the bough - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"

Both lips grew dry with dreams - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"

The red moons wane to white - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"

Three hours before the moon - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"

From the harvest's middle floor - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"

Between two dates of death - Algernon Swinburne "Autumn and Winter"

Wan with wrath of wind and rain - Algernon Swinburne "Autumn and Winter"

Who loved the lord of music - Algernon Swinburne "Autumn and Winter"

A herald soul before its master's flying - Algernon Swinburne "Autumn and Winter"

Bitterer than a soundless tear - Algernon Swinburne "A Baby's Death"

Hid my heart in a nest of roses - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

Under the roses I hid my heart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

Only the song of a secret bird - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

Writ in the traveller's chart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

No hound's not wakens the wildwood hart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Ballad of Dreamland"

A month or twain to live on honeycomb - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

But one tires of scented time - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

Where the wine's heart has burst - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

Not yet worth patience to regret - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"

Redressing grief's worst wrongs - Algernon Swinburne "Benediction"

Bright as heaven's bare brow - Algernon Swinburne "Change"

From time's full-flowering bough - Algernon Swinburne "Change"

That draws breath so sad - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Weary of all but death - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

What shall my heart broken profit thee? - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

As my tears fill her bed - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Though my leaves shut before the sunflower - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

That live down here in shade - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Feeds his heart full of the day - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Sleep with the world's eldest dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Vision vex me alive and dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Moving vision without form or breath - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Lost with her love in the underworld - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

If such sweet and bitter things be done - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

On a holy and a heavy day - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Fervent flower made fruitful from the sun - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]

Time, with a gift of tears - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Creation of Man"

Sliding sand from under the feet of the years - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Creation of Man"

Dust of the labouring earth - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Creation of Man"

A month without sight of the sun - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

On the twilight of older faces - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

A whole dead month in the dark - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Poured forth of immortal cups - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

The golden vintage of Shakespeare - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Fires in the spheres of stars - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

As keen as the heart of Mars - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

And cowslips cold in his hands - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Clad all in mourning dresses - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Dreams that strive to seem awake - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Divided from heaven and derided of dreams - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

The bones of one bare month - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Moved his fancy like a feather - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

To the sunny storm of laughter - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Why should May remember March - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

The nights that a frost could fret - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Nor yet September binds their hearts - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Reproving the heart that exults too loud - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Though love in your heart were brittle - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Between my work and my dreams - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

In the dawn's rekindling urn - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

From the crowning star of the seven - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

That crown the north world's head - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

The word on the lips of the rose - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Sure as spring gives warning - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

With chant from the chorus of days - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Of days without crown - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

The jubilant whirl of their dizzy dance - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Blended of wild spring's wildest of kin - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Strong as a wild swan's pinions - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"

Friend of hopes foregone - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

Saw what none shall see anew - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

Soul as clear as sunlit dew - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

Love which promised truth - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

Faith responds to love's regret - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

Harsh the yoke that binds them - Algernon Swinburne "Death and Birth"

Fountains of darkness and tempest and thunder - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

From heights where the soul would be - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

The spell of the mage of music - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

A vision of heaven from the hollows of ocean - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

Out of the silence of things unknown - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

A terror and wonder whose core was joy - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

A passion of thought set free - Algernon Swinburne "The Death of Richard Wagner"

Some roof of wildwood tree - Algernon Swinburne "A Dialogue"

When Time and strong Oblivion ask - Algernon Swinburne "A Dialogue"

Cloud that darkens earth and sea - Algernon Swinburne "A Dialogue"

Holding all men's future in his hand - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Dirae"

All the old westward face of time grown grey - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Dirae"

Writ with cursing and inscribed for death - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Dirae"

Fear died of hope as darkness dies of day - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Dirae"

Harsh time's imperious child - Algernon Swinburne "Discord"

That wed strange hands together - Algernon Swinburne "Discord"

The light from either's memory shed - Algernon Swinburne "Discord"

A fire of heart untamed - Algernon Swinburne "Eros"

With shafts by thousands aimed - Algernon Swinburne "Eros"

Veiled by change that ebbs and flows - Algernon Swinburne "Eros"

Eyes full of dawning day - Algernon Swinburne "First Footsteps"

Too blithe for song to say - Algernon Swinburne "First Footsteps"

Where the sun's dart clove her - Algernon Swinburne "Flower-Pieces: I. Love Lies Bleeding"

By the midsummer moon misguided - Algernon Swinburne "Flower-Pieces: II. Love in a Mist'

For barley and rye are not clover - A.C. Swinburne "The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell"

If thunder could be without lightning - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell"

Neither are straight lines curves - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell"

Ringed round with cliffs and moors - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Whose guard secures the heavenly bay - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Though sight be changed for memory - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

What new delight of waters - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Wild autumn exults in the wind - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Swift rapture and strong - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

A chant to the sea-tide's chorus - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

On Dante's track by some funereal spell - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Drawn down through desperate ways - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Where earth's foundations crack - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

The secrets of the sepulchres of hell - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

A labyrinth walled and roofed with woe - Algernon Swinburne "In Guernsey: To Theodore Watts"

Have drunken of Lethe at length - Algernon Swinburne "In Harbour"

As mourners clothed with regret - Algernon Swinburne "In Harbour"

Close from the wind and at ease from the tide - Algernon Swinburne "In Harbour"

A shrine where the sunlight serves - Algernon Swinburne "Insularum Ocelle"

Of a song that outsang the lark - Algernon Swinburne "Insularum Ocelle"

For the rapture of storm-spent eyes - Algernon Swinburne "Insularum Ocelle"

Can June's fist grasp May? - A.C. Swinburne "John Jones"

When summer leaves grow false - A.C. Swinburne "John Jones"

Cards packed for storm's play - A.C. Swinburne "John Jones"

Flies caught in time's mesh - A.C. Swinburne "John Jones"

Still and glad of silence - Algernon Swinburne "A Landscape by Courbet"

The wind speaks only summer - Algernon Swinburne "A Landscape by Courbet"

Go hence together without fear - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

Over all old things and all things dear - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

Though we sang as angels in her ear - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

Full of blown sand and foam - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

Remembering days and words that were - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Leave Taking"

That pierces heart and spirit - Algernon Swinburne "The Lute and the Lyre"

As burns the passion of the rose - Algernon Swinburne "The Lute and the Lyre"

The yearning of the blossom toward the fruit - Algernon Swinburne "The Lute and the Lyre"

Bring April forth as a bride to wed - Algernon Swinburne "Marzo Pazzo"

The dreamy decline of the dawn - A.C. Swinburne "Nephelidia"

Fainter with fear of the fires - A.C. Swinburne "Nephelidia"

Pale with the promise of pride - A.C. Swinburne "Nephelidia"

Mystical moods and triangular tenses - A.C. Swinburne "Nephelidia"

All the wrath of waking wind and sea - Algernon Swinburne "A Night-Piece by Millet"

Crossed and curdled wells and streams - Algernon Swinburne "A Ninth Birthday. February 4, 1883"

With clarions blowing three times twice - Algernon Swinburne "A Ninth Birthday. February 4, 1883"

With years and memories piled - Algernon Swinburne "Not a Child"

Rest, forget, be reconciled - Algernon Swinburne "Not a Child"

Wailing aloud from a heart unhealed - Algernon Swinburne "On an Old Roundel"

A wild dove lost in the whirling snow - Algernon Swinburne "On an Old Roundel"

Night outspeeding light - Algernon Swinburne "One of Twain"

Such hopes as time discrowns - Algernon Swinburne "Past Days"

Fitful with supreme suspense - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Intra"

The goal of hope's surmises - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"

To hide in yet more deep disguises - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"

All the dreams that make him fearful - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"

Fade at forethought's touch - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"

Thronging the ways of the wind - Algernon Swinburne "Recollections"

The flames of remembered fires - Algernon Swinburne "Recollections"

Paths that the moon of memory cheers - Algernon Swinburne "Recollections"

With cunning of sound unsought - Algernon Swinburne "The Roundel"

To hand in the ear of thought - Algernon Swinburne "The Roundel"

Far-fetched and dear-bought - Algernon Swinburne "A Singing Lesson"

With possession of music unsought - Algernon Swinburne "A Singing Lesson"

No jealous god's mercies - Algernon Swinburne "A Singing Lesson"

Through darkness naked and steep - Algernon Swinburne "Sleep"

The gifts of his grace recover - Algernon Swinburne "Sleep"

Of stars that fell at the wind's spoken spell - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

With sharp strokes of agonizing light - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Between the fixed and fallen glories - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

With eyes that sounded the deep skies - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Who stood above the dust and blood and thrones and troubles - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Fill with such tears as burn like bitter wine - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Earth's old limbs unbound - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Withering woods in autumn's bitterest breath - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

The old blood move in her immortal veins - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Far seasons and forgotten years enfold - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

When his fortune came to flood - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Whose names mix with all her memories - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

A little hour of doubt and of control - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

With tumultuous tides whirls and hides - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Outshine their fiery fumes of burning night - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

From the Tyrrhene foam to the rent heart of Rome - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

Through roaring rapids when all heaven was wild - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Song of Italy"

A rust-red share in an empty furrow - Algernon Swinburne "Sorrow"

Eyes too proud to thank the sky and sea - Algernon Swinburne "Three Faces: I. Ventimiglia"

Out of the dark pure twilight - Algernon Swinburne "Three Faces: III. Venice"

Bloodred lines of loss and blame - Algernon Swinburne "Time and Life"

Born of high-souled hope - Algernon Swinburne "To Dora Dorian"

Before our lives divide for ever - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Swift to fasten and swift to sever - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Though the gods and the years relent - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Fruitless husk and fugitive flower - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The dream foregone and the deed forborne - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Wine and bread without lees or leaven - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Mother of loves and hours - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Mother of mutable winds and hours - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Cold and clean as her faint salt flowers - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Hope at highest and all her fruit - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Time at fullest and all his dower - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The
Triumph of Time"

Dreams that smote with a keener dart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The little snakes that eat my heart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

On the tender tongue of the little snakes - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Clasped and clothed in the cloven clay - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

In the dark with the dreams and the dews - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Struck through by the dream - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Mixed into me as honey in wine - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

For death is one, and the fates are three - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Clothed with the light of the sun - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Dust and laurels and gold and sand - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Woven a veil for the weeping face - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Whose lips have drunken the wine of tears - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

With soft spun verses and tears unshed - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The cold old crimes and the deeds thrown by - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Smiles of silver and kisses of gold - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The iron hollow of doubtful heaven - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The swords in my heart for one were seven - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Splendid summer and perfume and pride - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Subtle and cruel of heart - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The sound of time, the rhyme of the years - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Wrecked hope and passionate pain - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Where the soul's delight takes fire - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The music burning at heart like wine - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

All senses mixed in the spirit's cup - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow - Algernon Swinburne "The Way of the Wind"

Shows the swallow the wind's way - Algernon Swinburne "The Way of the Wind"

To the haven where each would be - Algernon Charles Swinburne "White Butterflies"


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the body is ink in the earth - Sam Sax "Bury"

death's a similar kind of commerce - Sam Sax "Bury"

thrashing in the white space between - Sam Sax "Bury"

through so many apocalypses - Sam Sax "My Hole. My Whole"

that occur nightly in this late stage of the collapsing - Sam Sax "My Hole. My Whole"

back to some childhood we never got to live - Sam Sax "My Hole. My Whole"

not my down payment or my dowery - Sam Sax "My Hole. My Whole"

of naming what is by what is not - Sam Sax "My Hole. My Whole"

we leave our objects behind us - Sam Sax "Objectophile"

collect our dead's leavings & listen - Sam Sax "Objectophile"

there can be movement in stillness - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

in every broken syllable of traffic - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

the speed of a tree eating light - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

business is built from freight trains and warships - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

these bridges should only connect the living - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

the holiest word i know is no - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

no more money for the endless throat of money - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

no more syllogisms that permission endless suffering - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

who stretch a drop of oil into a week of light - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

as the chevron burns in the distance - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

what mycelia spreads its speaking limbs beneath the floors - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

it takes god six days to make the terrible world - Sam Sax "Ode to Those Who Block Tunnels and Bridges"

a student first of ingratitude - Sam Sax "Pedagogy"

ungracious as a wasp - Sam Sax "Pedagogy"

a knot in a history of rope - Sam Sax "Pedagogy"

beats the page until knuckles singe - Sam Sax "Pedagogy"

The singed end of a family line - Sam Sax "Poem in Which the Writer Sees Himself in an Old Textbook, 1943"

sung names into their absence - Sam Sax "Politics of Elegy"

the gulf between an epitaph & an epic - Sam Sax "Politics of Elegy"

a ghost haunting my wallet - Sam Sax "Politics of Elegy"


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One smile could sustain me - Analicia Sotelo "Bitch Instinct"

A museum of appliances on every porch - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

Sliding from one world to another - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

Mesquites with nothing to lose - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

With the physics of an asteroid - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

Staked a claim on the cosmos - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

Far beyond our boastful sun - Analicia Sotelo "Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX"

Ignoring its copious lizards - Analicia Sotelo "Grace Among the Ferns"

Grace among the ferns - Analicia Sotelo "Grace Among the Ferns"

Vanished into the land of the yellow jackets - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

Swerving in their upper kingdoms - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

Where the grass is hidden with a hungry hue - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

The mesquites know their time to burn - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

Accost the air with a sentient beauty - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

Calls the river line to attention - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

Just an iridescence doing what nature demands - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"

As the sun pours its gold silt throughout the valley - Analicia Sotelo "Quemado, Texas"


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Canopied with devastated clouds - Richard Siken "Dirty Valentine"

Love always wakes the dragon - Richard Siken "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

The tabernacle reconstructed - Richard Siken "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

If the window is over your heart - Richard Siken "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

Build me a city and call it Jerusalem - Richard Siken "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

More seats reserved for heroes - Richard Siken "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

What the night is thinking - Richard Siken "Little Beast"

A desire not to disturb the air - Richard Siken "Little Beast"

A glass already laced with frost - Richard Siken "Little Beast"

Running out of lullabies - Richard Siken "Little Beast"

Cities under crowns of snow - Richard Siken "Seaside Improvisation"

Standing in a constant cone of light - Richard Siken "Seaside Improvisation"

Without having to confess anything - Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Road"

In an effort to make the minutes stop - Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Road"

Night spilling over them like gasoline - Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Road"

The prayer of going nowhere - Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Road"

Too small for any hope or promise - Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Road"


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The hermit thrush begins again - Duncan Campbell Scott "The End of the Day"

A group of silver birches, bursting into blood - Duncan Campbell Scott "The Fifteenth of April"

Under Venus sings the vesper sparrow - Duncan Campbell Scott "The Fifteenth of April"

The wary dog stands by - Duncan Campbell Scott "A Flock of Sheep"

Knew the name of every sheep - Duncan Campbell Scott "A Flock of Sheep"

When cold has stilled the wind - Duncan Campbell Scott "Frost"

In the silver silence wind his horn - Duncan Campbell Scott "Frost"

Hid in the hazel ring - Duncan Campbell Scott "Home Song"

The wolf-tongued rapid howl - Duncan Campbell Scott "Home Song"

Sober bulk and adamantine hold - Duncan Campbell Scott "Home Song"

Comes like a swallow veering home - Duncan Campbell Scott "Memory"

Filled your canvas curves with rose - Duncan Campbell Scott "Off Riviere du Loup"

Beneath the river's roof of stars - Duncan Campbell Scott "Off Riviere du Loup"


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Keep a tryst with cunning - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

A hurt beast flinching at the light - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Night runs in my blood - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

A dread and pitiless flowering - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Fairest songs sung to caged birds - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Unforbidden clouds in aery harness - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

The little Dust blown from their bitter mouths - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

I drink at dead men's lips - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

My Grail is blood at midnight - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Merciful skies, uncradle your mist - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Break your breast in murdering stone - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Untwist your fang from the cloud - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Whom the years forbade to stand - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

And in your name Medusa smiled - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

The shackled feet of centuries - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Hurled unsceptred to my glory - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Who was nursed on fear and folly - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

From what clear wells of wonder - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

With faces to the morning - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

The sands telling golden hours - Muriel Stuart "Boys Bathing"

To whom the Siren sings in vain - Muriel Stuart "Boys Bathing"

Give me no coil of daemon flowers - Muriel Stuart "The Cloudberry"

Give me wild things of moss and peat - Muriel Stuart "The Cloudberry"

First rapture of our wild, estranging blood - Muriel Stuart "The Father"

Turns to naught the lilac's miracle - Muriel Stuart "The Father"

Like a trodden snake you turned - Muriel Stuart "The Father"

Flashed up the startled skies - Muriel Stuart "Forgotten Dead, I Salute You"

Gentle history of the rain - Muriel Stuart "Forgotten Dead, I Salute You"

The sharp finger-tips of frost - Muriel Stuart "Forgotten Dead, I Salute You"

Grain that goes heavy to harvesting - Muriel Stuart "In Memory of Douglas Vernon Cow"

Who bid good-bye at snowdrop time - Muriel Stuart "In Memory of Douglas Vernon Cow"

Bear with them broken promises of Spring - Muriel Stuart "In Memory of Douglas Vernon Cow"

These salt hands holding sweetness - Muriel Stuart "Lady Hamilton"

Brine and honey in one bed - Muriel Stuart "Lady Hamilton"

Heart breaking hand upon the lute - Muriel Stuart "Leda"

Frost upon the eyes of flowers - Muriel Stuart "Leda"

Last year's frost and last year's fruit - Muriel Stuart "Leda"

Thoughts like bees in lavender - Muriel Stuart "Madala Goes by the Orphanage"

One of the wind's stories - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

A fancy of the rain - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

A memory of high noon's glories - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

The hint the sunset had of pain - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

Sister shade and phantom brother - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

Twilight is in my blood - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

Go hence with flowers and weeds - Muriel Stuart "Man and His Makers"

Danced it to dust and drugged it with the rose - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

To the last ramparts of disguise - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Knitting myself into Eternity - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

No answer for life's grey monotonies - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Must pay the rose's price - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

A feud too old to settle - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Long thwarted of their prey - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Without hope or rumour of reprieve - Muriel Stuart "Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song"

Your old foolish judgments of desire - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Brims not with Borgia's wine - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

True to your sad violence - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

The gold, unlaced, dew-drunken daffodils - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Dew-drunken daffodils shouting the dawn - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Day in twilight's hair bound safe - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Transient passion with its stains and stings - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Nor turn your lips away from Phryne's silver limbs - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Stir beneath June's magic kiss - Muriel Stuart "The Seed Shop"

A dale of hawthorn dreams - Muriel Stuart "The Seed Shop"

A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust - Muriel Stuart "The Seed Shop"

Drink deeply of a century's streams - Muriel Stuart "The Seed Shop"

The bitter thing that treachery is - Muriel Stuart "Shrift"

Only these hungry miser-words - Muriel Stuart "Sic Transit--"

Empty shells on sea-spurned sands - Muriel Stuart "A Song for Old Love"

A passion that Time has crowned - Muriel Stuart "A Song for Old Love"

Takes the golden spendthrift's trail - Muriel Stuart "The Thief of Beauty"

Winter rattling at the door of June - Muriel Stuart "The Thief of Beauty"

Twisting bright swift thread on airy looms - Muriel Stuart "The Thief of Beauty"

Between two common days - Muriel Stuart "To-- [Between two common days this day was hung]"

And love was sold upon your lips - Muriel Stuart "To-- [Between two common days this day was hung]"

A warm stream in frozen lands - Muriel Stuart "The Tryst"

That scourge the thundering line - Muriel Stuart "Words"

The lost battle and the ruined shrine - Muriel Stuart "Words"

The wistful lyre of winds forlorn - Muriel Stuart "Words"

Marlowe hurled forth huge stars - Muriel Stuart "Words"

Have given the jackal wings - Muriel Stuart "Words"

Trailing their pageants of the mud - Muriel Stuart "Words"


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Through the jasper-colored sphere - Charles Sangster "The Illumined Goal"

Through the lattice of my senses - Charles Sangster "A Living Temple"

And offers incense in her heart - Charles Sangster "A Living Temple"

But love can gather the sweetest honey - Charles Sangster "Love's Renewal"

Carve our sorrows on the face of joy - Charles Sangster "Love's Renewal"

Conducts us through an opening door - Charles Sangster "'Tis Summer Still"

Hand in hand with grave experience - Charles Sangster "'Tis Summer Still"


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Bludgeons of light to force your seams - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"

Glistening in the continuous rain of meteorites - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"

Blown to you from between the stars - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"

In the cracks of your cold volcanoes - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"

My underworld of ultraviolet wisdom - May Swenson "At Truro"

A bright geyser of metal-petaled sound - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"

Sarcastic barks from the starlings - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"

The seven fragrances of the rainbow - May Swenson "The Blindman"

Placed a tulip on his tongue - May Swenson "The Blindman"

Fallen beads of sight - May Swenson "The Blindman"

Yellow melting like a firework petal - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"

Orange slots of hot thought - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"

Slim to a snow of needles - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"

A few iridium specks of idea - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"

Always walking through halls of cloud - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"

Through high hedges of the green rain - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"

A stage lighted and waiting for your step - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"

The earth carpeted with sunlight - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"

Silver wind for your dancing place - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"

A mask of shadow that stood between - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"

Lest ambition make us fall - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"

Surveyed our vacant outpost - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"

Possessed of tearing breath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"

Straightened and resumed its vegetable oath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"

The forest threw itself into tantrum - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"

Grass growing upside down in the dark - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

Roots in the clouds - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

The raccoon's prowl was almost silent - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

Notes and dyes of jay and towhee - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

Released tangy dews and ozones - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

By those hours marked older - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

The cinema of dreams streams through - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

Streams through our sandgrain skulls - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

Unclasp a restless froth of light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

An aging pin that juggler sun once threw - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

Other blazing objects out around its crown - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

In a carousel of staring light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"

The ready fruit in clusters - May Swenson "Strawberrying"

Dressed in Eden's green apron - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"

To teach the body to be hollow - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"

Cryptic concert in their wake - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"

The invisible boiling wind of sound - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"

Connected to her exquisite heart - May Swenson "The Watch"


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Close to the coast of Fear - Virna Sheard "Before the Dawn"

Light garments brush against the dark - Virna Sheard "Before the Dawn

Through the hour that scars and sears - Virna Sheard "Carry On!"

Legions in the flame-torn sky - Virna Sheard "Carry On!"

On the bitter roads of France - Virna Sheard "Crosses"

The crimson death-lights dance - Virna Sheard "Crosses"

The great suns burn into whitest ash - Virna Sheard "The Cry"

Roses with their hearts of gold - Virna Sheard "Dreams"

The tissue of all wings is woven - Virna Sheard "Dreams"

My garden where the tulips grow - Virna Sheard "Lament"

A cradle that the moon rocks - Virna Sheard "The Sea"

Sing them an endless lullaby - Virna Sheard "The Sea"

Blaze a trail in blood - Virna Sheard "The Shells"

Hew a road of woe - Virna Sheard "The Shells"

Rides upon the whirlwind - Virna Sheard "The Shells"

Swept the blue from the sky - Virna Sheard "A War Chant"

Their deeds were written with the stars - Virna Sheard "The Young Knights"

Golden letters on the midnight sky - Virna Sheard "The Young Knights"


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Sown with human woes - Taras Shevchenko "Caucasus" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Clad in monstrous chains of frost - Taras Shevchenko "Caucasus" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Is in the heart asleep - Taras Shevchenko "Death of the Soul" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

To stand again on these stolen hills - Taras Shevchenko "A Dream" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

My heart eaten out with sorrow - Taras Shevchenko "A Dream" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Shivering like a great grey bull - Taras Shevchenko "Hamaleia" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Into the Black Sea's ribs were hurled - Taras Shevchenko "Hamaleia" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Brother forest, sister river - Taras Shevchenko "Hamaleia" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Have eyes forgotten their tryst to keep? - Taras Shevchenko "Hymn of Exile" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

That foreign sun may burn him not - Taras Shevchenko "Mighty Wind" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Graves by cloud wreaths kissed - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Pity this ragged luck of mine - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

To my tears shall bend - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Poison herbs in vain she sought - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Full of beehives like boulders - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Quarrel of yesterday choked off - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

With ox-teams great in the fall - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Fermented honey with spices dashed - Taras Shevchenko "Naimechka or The Servant" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Comes not back again - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Like falcon swift did flee - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Our hated foes are feasting - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

With red serpent on the water - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

While black vultures scream - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

On the tomb a raven sits - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Each one in heart is setting snares - Taras Shevchenko "On the Eleventh Psalm" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Like the trampled grass shall perish - Taras Shevchenko "On the Eleventh Psalm" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Hammered, beaten, seven times melted - Taras Shevchenko "On the Eleventh Psalm" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

The years flow after them - Taras Shevchenko "A Poem of Exile" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Written on the heart - Taras Shevchenko "A Poem of Exile" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

My tear-embroidered songs - Taras Shevchenko "A Poem of Exile" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Angel guards beside them - Taras Shevchenko "Prayer II" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Such the reward of toiling hands - Taras Shevchenko "Prayer IV" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

O'er ancient tombs keep watch - Taras Shevchenko "To Jacques de Balmont" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

To Caesar's high-exalted throne - Taras Shevchenko "To the Circassians" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Have we not our Brutuses - Taras Shevchenko "To the Dead" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Mud of Moscow, scum of Warsaw - Taras Shevchenko "To the Dead" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Their fetters and their glory - Taras Shevchenko "To the Dead" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Despise not your own - Taras Shevchenko "To the Dead" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

With thy stock of haloes - Taras Shevchenko "To the Goddess of Fame" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

One to the thief of Versailles - Taras Shevchenko "To the Goddess of Fame" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter

Hurled by sorrow wave on wave - Taras Shevchenko "To the Makers of Sentimental Idyls" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter


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Our ship through light and darkness - Joyce Sidman "Always at Home"

Bright chips of sunlight flung skyward - Joyce Sidman "Always Together"

And don the bright colors of scarlet and gold - Joyce Sidman "Ballad of the Wandering Eft"

Drops down from the echoing room of night - Joyce Sidman "Bat Wraps Up"

Who sing from a distant place - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

You are alone in your orbit - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

The thin wind of loneliness may howl - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

Suck the breath from your fire - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

See how many other hearts are burning - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

Our light in our vast, brilliant constellations - Joyce Sidman "Blessing from the Stars"

Find my place in this shifting world - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Curl of Cat"

Equally willing to purr or leap - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Curl of Cat"

Should misfortune bind your wings - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Downtrodden"

Fly before you to find us shelter - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Downtrodden"

Should your armor crack - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Downtrodden"

I will hold the pieces steady - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Downtrodden"

His fur hold the wind's breath - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Smell of Dog"

From the treasures he gathers so diligently - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Smell of Dog"

The warm scent buried like a promise - Joyce Sidman "Blessing on the Smell of Dog"

With fireworks, trailing fame and glory - Joyce Sidman "Come, Happiness"

Governed by mysterious principles - Joyce Sidman "Come, Happiness"

With a cool kiss of surprise - Joyce Sidman "Come, Happiness"

A breeze sucked in by eager lungs - Joyce Sidman "Come, Happiness"

Fill us with your splendid breath - Joyce Sidman "Come, Happiness"

The vast, breathing darkness of your realm - Joyce Sidman "Dark Emperor"

Dark Emperor of hooked face and hungry eye - Joyce Sidman "Dark Emperor"

Plunge down to deep worlds - Joyce Sidman "Deep Currents"

Flickering fish and swirls of tiny plankton - Joyce Sidman "Deep Currents"

Open my armored wings - Joyce Sidman "Diving Beetle's Food-Sharing Rules"

Within which everything is mine - Joyce Sidman "Diving Beetle's Food-Sharing Rules"

Do not forget what is mine - Joyce Sidman "Diving Beetle's Food-Sharing Rules"

Dry your wings in moonlight - Joyce Sidman "Fly, Dragonfly!"

Climbed from the shallows to don your dragon-colors - Joyce Sidman "Fly, Dragonfly!"

The sea belongs to giants - Joyce Sidman "Giants"

The gray ones that linger at wood's edge - Joyce Sidman "The Gray Ones"

Eyes of glass hooves of stone - Joyce Sidman "The Gray Ones"

A word hunting its own meaning - Joyce Sidman "He"

Climb a hill where the sky is wide - Joyce Sidman "Heartless"

As darkness wraps me in its arms - Joyce Sidman "Heartless"

Throw a few stones into the belly of the night - Joyce Sidman "Heartless"

Shout to flush the brooding crows - Joyce Sidman "Heartless"

The rhythm of your own heart's disquiet - Joyce Sidman "How to Find a Poem"

In the sideways glance of morning - Joyce Sidman "I Find Peace"

In the flashing arms of a crowd - Joyce Sidman "I Find Peace"

Had loosened their grip on the world - Joyce Sidman "Illness: A Conversation"

We are gathering clouds instead - Joyce Sidman "Illness: A Conversation"

We are waiting for every last tear - Joyce Sidman "Illness: A Conversation"

The one whose hands are full of sky - Joyce Sidman "Illness: A Conversation"

A secret, silent, sparkling sight - Joyce Sidman "In the Almost-Light"

Berries grown on the vines of night - Joyce Sidman "In the Almost-Light"

Jewels of dawn in the cool night's breeze - Joyce Sidman "In the Almost-Light"

Last breath, last sight of light - Joyce Sidman "Into the Mud"

Slows to its winter rhythm - Joyce Sidman "Into the Mud"

Melting each frozen bone - Joyce Sidman "Invisibility Spell"

Soften to one smooth horizon - Joyce Sidman "Invocation for Sandcastles"

Building things that don't need to last - Joyce Sidman "Invocation for Sandcastles"

Fear in my back pocket - Joyce Sidman "Journal of 73 Seconds"

To drink the air and taste the sun - Joyce Sidman "Lake's Promise"

In dizzy rings of clouds and sky - Joyce Sidman "Lake's Promise"

Around my deep unchanging heart - Joyce Sidman "Lake's Promise"

That showed me the world aslant - Joyce Sidman "Lament for My Old Life"

Finally ready to give that old life away - Joyce Sidman "Lament for My Old Life"

Whose eyes sand through the dark - Joyce Sidman "Lament for Teddy"

Whose scent swallowed all nightmares - Joyce Sidman "Lament for Teddy"

Drank in secrets and wonderings - Joyce Sidman "Lament for Teddy"

Huddled in our buds waiting to bloom - Joyce Sidman "Letter to the Sun"

The only ones still singing are the frogs - Joyce Sidman "Letter to the Sun"

That is when my heart thaws - Joyce Sidman "Listen for Me"

A vast swirling sea of lava - Joyce Sidman "Long Memory"

Unfolds like a primrose, pale and scented - Joyce Sidman "Love Poem of the Primrose Moth"

Another eternity of sunbeams - Joyce Sidman "Moon's Lament"

From vast pale networks underground - Joyce Sidman "The Mushrooms Come"

Ancient cities built on cliffs - Joyce Sidman "The Mushrooms Come"

Eat your triumphs, eat your mistakes - Joyce Sidman "Night-Spider's Advice"

To remake the world each night - Joyce Sidman "Night-Spider's Advice"

A thousand crickets scream my name - Joyce Sidman "Oak After Dark"

To stand while all the seasons fly - Joyce Sidman "Oak After Dark"

To anchor earth, to touch the sky - Joyce Sidman "Oak After Dark"

The pale pewter path of the trees' parting - Joyce Sidman "Riding a Bike at Night"

Cool scarves of air whipping past - Joyce Sidman "Riding a Bike at Night"

Wading into the river of forgiveness - Joyce Sidman "The River of Forgiveness"

Folded close beneath whisker and chin - Joyce Sidman "Shhh! They Are Sleeping"

Forget anything you ever wanted - Joyce Sidman "Sleep Charm"

And swim, shimmering, into the dream beyond - Joyce Sidman "Sleep Charm"

Through all its dark and absent hours - Joyce Sidman "Sleep Charm"

And spin into whorls of light - Joyce Sidman "Snail at Moonrise"

My heart waits for direction - Joyce Sidman "Song in a Strange Land"

A rooster has found the dawn - Joyce Sidman "Song in a Strange Land"

Out through the door of my own shadow - Joyce Sidman "Song of Bravery"

Of plunging deep, I have no fear - Joyce Sidman "Song of the Water Boatman and Backswimmer's Refrain"

Hide down deep where the sun is not - Joyce Sidman "Song of the Water Boatman and Backswimmer's Refrain"

Among the weeds I'll always be - Joyce Sidman "Song of the Water Boatman and Backswimmer's Refrain"

We who glide along the surface - Joyce Sidman "Starting Now"

Feel the currents of each other's lives - Joyce Sidman "Starting Now"

Weave for each other a garment of brightness - Joyce Sidman "Starting Now"

The tangle of truths through which we must weave - Joyce Sidman "Teacher"

Bring forth all galloping things - Joyce Sidman "Time Spells: I. (To Speed Up)"

Shatter and scurry with the pounding of feet - Joyce Sidman "Time Spells: I. (To Speed Up)"

Love scarlet adore pink thrive on orange - Joyce Sidman "Ultraviolet"

All of you who crawl and creep - Joyce Sidman "Welcome to the Night"

You who make the forest sing - Joyce Sidman "Welcome to the Night"

A feast of sound and spark - Joyce Sidman "Welcome to the Night"

The hollow reverberating with shock - Joyce Sidman "When Death Comes"

A terrible gulf between before and after - Joyce Sidman "When Death Comes"

Poised in endless possibility - Joyce Sidman "Where Is My Body?"


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Sharp and rainbow splinters - Edith Sitwell "Fireworks"

The silk pavilions of the sea - Edith Sitwell "Fireworks"

Petals blown from flower-hued stars - Edith Sitwell "Fireworks"

Through the pavilions of the Infinite - Edith Sitwell "Fireworks"

Black as our loss - Edith Sitwell "Still Falls the Rain"

Giggles like towers of glass - Edith Sitwell "Switchback"


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Who confide in trumpet flowers - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Wince and fidget like bats - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Balance their haloes on hatracks - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Powder their noses with pollen - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Who laugh and unleash earthquakes - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Who sidle in and out of our dreams - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Who live on the edge of doubt - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Who scavenge the fields for lost souls - Maurya Simon "Angels"

Who supervise the study of rainbows - Maurya Simon "Angels"

To return us like fossilized roses - Maurya Simon "Angels"

The wholeness of our original bloom - Maurya Simon "Angels"


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Can fly when it dares to - Eileen Spinelli "The Chase"

Its wings a flight of lullabies - Eileen Spinelli "Nighty-Night"

A common roof, with knots and laces - Eileen Spinelli "Those Sociable Weavers"

Penguins fly through watersky - Eileen Spinelli "Water-Wings"

A fence of crows - Eileen Spinelli "What's That Sound?"


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Must follow as footprints follow me - Elizabeth Spires "Badger Disguised as a Monk"

A soul with a pockmarked, bitten past - Elizabeth Spires "Badger Disguised as a Monk"

Because even a badger prays - Elizabeth Spires "Badger Disguised as a Monk"

Abandon your nibbling illusions - Elizabeth Spires "Bloated Haiku"

Preying on tiny imaginations - Elizabeth Spires "Bloated Haiku"

Cruised among cold silences - Elizabeth Spires "Coelacanth"

A glassmaker's dream of blue - Elizabeth Spires "Cote d'Azur"

Into ten thousand shining particles - Elizabeth Spires "Cote d'Azur"

After many hints and premonitions - Elizabeth Spires "Grey Garden"

Where sun is sieved to shadow - Elizabeth Spires "A Little Song"

The sorrow of white paper - Elizabeth Spires "A Little Song"

Feeds on what the finches leave behind - Elizabeth Spires "Moment Vanishing"

Scatter on endless dust roads - Elizabeth Spires "Moment Vanishing"

Tossed by unfamiliar dreams - Elizabeth Spires "Nightgown"

The terror of form dissolving - Elizabeth Spires "Nightgown"

Where I shiver but do not freeze - Elizabeth Spires "Nightgown"

Over a streaming patchwork countryside - Elizabeth Spires "Nightgown"

Filled with a wild winter emptiness - Elizabeth Spires "Nightgown"

A shuttered house unnoticed - Elizabeth Spires "On Upnor Road"

Unasked, I have entered a memory - Elizabeth Spires "On Upnor Road"

With love's leisurely vanished pace - Elizabeth Spires "On Upnor Road"

Overexposed in spring sunlight - Elizabeth Spires "On Upnor Road"

A memory I buried in the herb garden - Elizabeth Spires "Snail Revisited"

A cumbersome dream vehicle - Elizabeth Spires "The Snowy Day"

Without a speck of tarnish - Elizabeth Spires "Story of a Soul"

The pilgrim soul tracking deeper - Elizabeth Spires "Sunday Morning at the Carmelite Monastery"

In a teahouse of the mind - Elizabeth Spires "Tea"

A cup in the moment before the tea - Elizabeth Spires "Tea"

When the broad road forked - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

In the vise of left and right - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

Into a wood too wide to circle - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

Shadows worse than any tooth or talon - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

All my rhymes were shadowed - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

Thrown me down on a stony shore - Elizabeth Spires "Troubadour at a Fork in the Road"

Drawn to the dangerous country - Elizabeth Spires "You Have Flown to the Dangerous Country"


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Whose plot unfolding agoniz'd the world - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Sprang inventive from a daring mind - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

To snatch the sceptre and to bind the yoke - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Where dauntless nerve and intellect combined - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Gave birth to deeds that language fails to name - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Trac'd o'er the earth his desolating tread - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Look'd scornful down on Alexander's might - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Planted minions in his smile to reign - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Loaded monarchs with his vassal chain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

A milder sentence on the tyrant's crime - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

That burning Moscow's memory there may sleep - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

His reeking hecatombs of slaughter'd dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

The dread requital of the falsely great - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Adorn'd with nature's brightest dyes - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Butterfly in a School Room"

Heed approaching winter's want - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Butterfly in a School Room"

Domes with wealth and splendour fraught - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Childhood's Piety"

Bathed the ruthless scythe with a forgiving fragrance - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Who in earlier days sought refuge here - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Free to strike the sweet harp of the secret soul - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

With the murmuring swell of stranger waters - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Where bigot zeal should find no place - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Tinging the retina with rays from sky - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Made the moving lip a harp-string for the thought - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Might trace the tablet of the mind - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Through Bastile-bars it sought communion with the free - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Affections round its roots with ardour cling - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Life"

Blindly lost in folly's maze - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Life"

Take her cordial for your cares - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "May Morning"

Cull the charms that never cloy - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "May Morning"

Wreathes of hope in darkness laid - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The New Year"

Their undeclining circles drew - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

Yet still thy bloodless heart doth beat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

Though summon'd to a lone retreat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

The chain of fate by which her limbs are pressed - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Orphan"

Old foundations where the baleful passions sleep - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

And turns the roots of the riven flowers - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

The loaded wains with their burdens of the dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

They reap with murderous sickle - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

Till the screaming vulture whets his beak - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

And the gaunt hyena prowls at night - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

Overflowing crop of crime, and woe, and pride - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

Lone wanderer o'er a trackless bound - Lydia H. Sigourney "To a Land Bird at Sea" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

Swift courier o'er the threatening tide - Lydia H. Sigourney "To a Land Bird at Sea" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

Some region unexplored to gain - Lydia H. Sigourney "To a Land Bird at Sea" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

And lightly dare the dangerous deep - Lydia H. Sigourney "To a Land Bird at Sea" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

And meet you at the bar of doom - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "To a Pupil Leaving School"

Waft not to me the blast of fame - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Gives the name of slaughter, and of misery - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Boast not so much of honour's sword - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

That strive to drown the voice of pain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

The fickle crowd rejoicing o'er their brethren slain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Sighs o'er the lost solace of her heart - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

While famine and pestilence stalk'd in thy train - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"

The realm of perdition engraveth thy name - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"

Strong legions of madness and pride - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"


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High above the aged Solar Universe - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The Sun hangs in the black wastes below - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Lowering Neptune in the cold, outermost rings - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

New constellations gleam on the thrones of the heavens - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The old are changed, deposed or dead - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Shifted like the errant sands of Earth - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The dusks and damps of dissolution spread - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

That still unhindered range through Heaven - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Devour the suns and slumbers of the broken spheres - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Sullen embers in remorseless Night - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Peace kiss and blot their tarnished light - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Shed the ashes of my silence on their snows - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

They roll forth trembling thunder - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Shall the old eons bring me no repose? - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

With blessings scattered with throughout the waste - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Becomes to me a burden and a curse - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Iron crowns of Ruin and Death be mine - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Her four elements are locked in the arms of decay - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The saddest of all her twilights - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Heaped with snow that shall know no thawing - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Sends forth her cry into the void - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Nor tomb them in my hollow caves of pain - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Reigns in mockery and malice - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Upon her peaks in gulfs of solitude - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Turns the ashen sphere about the rusted poles - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Force us headlong through her shoreless regions - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

I shall sleep equal with her in death - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Molten from the fierce embrace of stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The innumerable myrmidons of his empire - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

And he withers with the fruit of ages - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The frozen and adamantine bars of oblivion fall - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Recede and vanish in the clasp of Night - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Vast cohorts and constellations of living stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Pouring crystalline melody from thrones of Light - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

From the sun-dust born and starry spray - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Ashes that sang and dust that shone with thought - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Dead worlds are hidden in the lap of Night - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Though smitten by the rays of living stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Sundered flakes of crimson twist and turn - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

With tongues of argent fire and crimson shrouds - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

A Universe through roaring cycles spun - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The joyous zenith and the mute nadir wait - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Tempests of solar melody, vibrant and far-winged - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Within this blaze of winnowed flames - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Hold high your mirrored Moons - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

A maenad in the planetary dance - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The Waters lace her robes with silver cords - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Spelling enchantment upon the nether Sea - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Weaving robes of slumber for her mistress - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

My sickle reaps the lurking stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Pearls of white enchantment I bestrew - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

My path is woven in snow through the abyss - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The fissure of the lightning leaves it unwounded - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Headlong wrath of your unbridled and cyclonic staves - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

With chains of shackled pearls and bands of foam - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Takes from darkness and cold their undivided victories - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

I dance with lambent torches on the stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

And tip with fateful coals the prophet's tongue - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

The benisons of the stars and suns - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Against the distant cohorts of the constellations - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Knowing what light shall burst from dark - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Move on companioned with eternal hope - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Echoes against the dusks of the Unapproachable - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Bannered with youth and lanterned with the stars - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"

Or anchor silent in what stagnant dark? - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"


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Behind this sinister, foreboding peace - Howard V. Sutherland "Approaching Night"

The frozen creeks, long voiceless - Howard V. Sutherland "December"

To wake the hills and warm the trees - Howard V. Sutherland "December"

That woke the world on long-dead summer days - Howard V. Sutherland "December"

With all her silent train of maiden stars - Howard V. Sutherland "December"

The stately birches keep unbroken vigils - Howard V. Sutherland "In Winter"

Spruce trees dream of summer hours - Howard V. Sutherland "In Winter"

From your stations in the sky - Howard V. Sutherland "Lyric [Tell me, tell me, gentle stars]"

Veil across that ever-brooding sky - Howard V. Sutherland "The Northern Light"

The breath that makes it glow and die - Howard V. Sutherland "The Northern Light"

The gloom of soundless days and never-ending nights - Howard V. Sutherland "The Return of the Sun"

Winter's interment, mourn'd by laughing Spring - Howard V. Sutherland "The Return of the Sun"

With her laughing train of radiant blossoms - Howard V. Sutherland "A Song for the Return of Birds"

For a music the woods have lost - Howard V. Sutherland "A Song for the Return of Birds"

Very steep the road to Fame - Howard V. Sutherland "Two Quests"

The lone wind chanting solemn symphonies - Howard V. Sutherland "The Unassuageable"

The breath of unborn blossoms in the air - Howard V. Sutherland "The Unassuageable"

Mysterious promises of future light - Howard V. Sutherland "The Unassuageable"

They do not know I dream as well - Howard V. Sutherland "Vain Dreams"


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All the long day until the night's release - Arthur Symons "Credo" [The Yellow Book v.III, Oct. 1894]

And have known a strenuous virtue - Arthur Symons "Credo" [The Yellow Book v.III, Oct. 1894]

Let slip the wine of every moment - Arthur Symons "Credo" [The Yellow Book v.III, Oct. 1894]

Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail - Arthur Symons "The Crying of Water"

And the fire of the end begin to burn - Arthur Symons "The Crying of Water"

Met in random wayfare - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

The chance romances of the streets - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

Your heart holds many a Romeo - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

Out of the empty night arise - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

The Nereid of a moment - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

Won an instant from oblivion - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

With starlight in your eyes - Arthur Symons "Stella Maris"

Keeps forgotten memories of grace - Arthur Symons "White Heliotrope"


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Darling of spirit and form - Anne Spencer "At the Carnival"

With chances for none - Anne Spencer "At the Carnival"

Brave and water-clean - Anne Spencer "At the Carnival"

Of the usual and the expedient - Anne Spencer "At the Carnival"

If my garden oak spares one bare ledge - Anne Spencer "Creed" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Or hear it repeated from a foe I despise - Anne Spencer "Creed" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Followed an urge and rapped at my door - Anne Spencer "Creed" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

He dare not be silent or send me away - Anne Spencer "Creed" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Make one song and Heaven takes it - Anne Spencer "Dunbar" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Have one heart and Beauty breaks it - Anne Spencer "Dunbar" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

My heart from hence is closed - Anne Spencer "I Have a Friend" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

She tripped and fell against a star - Anne Spencer "Innocence" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Grieved in Florence for April sallies - Anne Spencer "Life-Long, Poor Browning..." [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Back to English gardens after Euclid's linear - Anne Spencer "Life-Long, Poor Browning..." [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Haunting the byways of wine-aired leaven - Anne Spencer "Life-Long, Poor Browning..." [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Beech tree and redbud fine-laced in vines - Anne Spencer "Life-Long, Poor Browning..." [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

As the furies after tore him apart - Anne Spencer "Lines to a Nasturtium (a lover muses)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Looked into your startled depths and fled - Anne Spencer "Lines to a Nasturtium (a lover muses)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Set the stricken air waves drumming - Anne Spencer "Lines to a Nasturtium (a lover muses)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Motions gracious as reeds by Babylon - Anne Spencer "Lines to a Nasturtium (a lover muses)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Cloth of gold were fair enough to touch her feet - Anne Spencer "Lines to a Nasturtium (a lover muses)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

You must have a soul to clutch - Anne Spencer "Neighbors" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

My day is spent too far toward night - Anne Spencer "Questing" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

I was born to know her mysteries - Anne Spencer "Questing" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Needing wisdom I must go in vain - Anne Spencer "Questing" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Furl the poets' pleiades - Anne Spencer "Substitution"

Lifted clear of brick and frame - Anne Spencer "Substitution"


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Desolate through the weary whiles - George Soule "Impression"

Yet play about the darkened door - George Soule "Impression"

No song of the wind and rain - George Soule "Rebellion"

And burst all cages - George Soule "Rebellion"

Fretted with husks of men - George Soule "Solitude"

As the dream of a country well - George Soule "Solitude"

Went mad with the wind's song - George Soule "Solitude"

Chanted my ardor to the air - George Soule "Solitude"

Came back clanging about my ears - George Soule "Solitude"

Compressed between horizons - George Soule "Solitude"

Its million breaking bubbles - George Soule "Winter's Pride"

Its elfin rush and tingle - George Soule "Winter's Pride"

Flashing arabesques against the sun - George Soule "Winter's Pride"

Twisting a thousand beauties - George Soule "Winter's Pride"

Our speech of silence made - George Soule "Winter's Pride"


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Show me a fairer sky above - Frank Dempster Sherman "At Her Window"

That fills the night's blue cup - Frank Dempster Sherman "At Her Window"

The word a rose breathes to a bird - Frank Dempster Sherman "At Her Window"

Glimpse the gleam of grace - Frank Dempster Sherman "At Her Window"

Who stands saluting with a sword of grass - Frank Dempster Sherman "A Child's Fancy" [St. Nicholas v.XIII no.9, July 1886]

Caught a color from the sun - Frank Dempster Sherman "Pebbles"

Gems I held from every land - Frank Dempster Sherman "Pebbles"

Make me worthy of my friends - Frank Dempster Sherman "A Prayer"

Teach the eaves the tunes - Frank Dempster Sherman "Snow Song"

Blow upon your pipes of joy - Frank Dempster Sherman "Snow Song"

Lured by all the love untold - Frank Dempster Sherman "The Song"

Her name soaring in a silver note - Frank Dempster Sherman "The Song"

From that purple threshold of the world - Frank Dempster Sherman "Song at Daybreak"

Arrows of fire across the shadows hurled - Frank Dempster Sherman "Song at Daybreak"

Lost in the golden labyrinth of light - Frank Dempster Sherman "Song at Daybreak"

The dreams of a departed Night - Frank Dempster Sherman "Song at Daybreak"


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Stirred by apple-scented wind - Clara Shanafelt "Fantastic"

The sense of cool and silver joys - Clara Shanafelt "Fantastic"

Shattered in glancing flight - Clara Shanafelt "Fantastic"

In the green flood of twilight - Clara Shanafelt "Interlude"

The rich chord of full darkness - Clara Shanafelt "Interlude"

Drowns the piping cries of light - Clara Shanafelt "Interlude"

Silence fretted by cadent rain - Clara Shanafelt "Interlude"

And the bitter aroma of herbs - Clara Shanafelt "Interlude"


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A soft haze of delicate hyacinth - Clinton Scollard "Autumn by the Sea"

On the edge of night's vast labyrinth - Clinton Scollard "Autumn by the Sea"

Thunderous caves of storm - Clinton Scollard "Autumn by the Sea"

And the wind bit shrewd and sharp - Clinton Scollard "Ballad of the Eve of Yule"

And fling a jubilant message wide - Clinton Scollard "A Bell"

The forged metals should be thus allied - Clinton Scollard "A Bell"

The surge of the tide of dreams - Clinton Scollard "Carrowmore"

Devious dances in the lustrous lunar light - Clinton Scollard "Christmas Elves"

Round the year through all the watches of the moon - Clinton Scollard "Christmas Elves"

Doomed to follow the Hunter's iron rule - Clinton Scollard "The Christmas Hunter"

Whirls his minions behind him fast and far - Clinton Scollard "The Christmas Hunter"

Hunter who roams the voids of night - Clinton Scollard "The Christmas Hunter"

O'er the wastes the crows are calling - Clinton Scollard "A Christmas Song"

Who's for worry, who's for woe - Clinton Scollard "A Christmas Song"

Beyond the sway of tides - Clinton Scollard "Dirge for a Sailor"

In the teeth of gray weather - Clinton Scollard "Donegal"

In the sky's serene immensity - Clinton Scollard "Dusk at Sea"

Each in its divine degree - Clinton Scollard "Dusk at Sea"

When the dusk droops dark - Clinton Scollard "Dusk at Sea"

That beckons and beguiles - Clinton Scollard "Elusion"

Dawn-dream of my heart - Clinton Scollard "Elusion"

Dusk-dream of my soul - Clinton Scollard "Elusion"

Into night's deep shades - Clinton Scollard "Elusion"

Bearing the burden of dreams - Clinton Scollard "Gennesar"

Kindling the past with their light - Clinton Scollard "Gennesar"

Touching the future with flame - Clinton Scollard "Gennesar"

Purple as the gulfs of sleep - Clinton Scollard "The Glen of Castlemaine"

Her golden memory may not sleep - Clinton Scollard "The Hill of Maeve"

All of the tongues of the mountain - Clinton Scollard "The Hunter"

Wizard wind that has shriveled the quince's rind - Clinton Scollard "In the Age of the Year"

Have rule of these ashen hours - Clinton Scollard "In the Age of the Year"

Spun of the floss of the moon - Clinton Scollard "A Kerry Garden"

The north wind round my ears - Clinton Scollard "A King in Kerry"

All my word was wisdom - Clinton Scollard "A King in Kerry"

All my look was law - Clinton Scollard "A King in Kerry"

All summer's hoarded honey - Clinton Scollard "A King in Kerry"

The memory of twilight - Clinton Scollard "The Lilac Sea"

Tell the tale of tears - Clinton Scollard "The Little Creek Coonana"

Fade the last embers in the year's chill urn - Clinton Scollard "A Lover's Christmas"

Stygian shadow cast upon the lone Dead Sea - Clinton Scollard "The Maid of Bethlehem"

Out of the void and the vast - Clinton Scollard "The Mist and the Sea"

The wings of the soul emerge - Clinton Scollard "The Mist and the Sea"

White from the chrysalis of death - Clinton Scollard "The Mist and the Sea"

The ridge of the tossing tides - Clinton Scollard "The Mist Barque"

The yawn of the gulfs of Hell - Clinton Scollard "The Mist Barque"

Shifting shroud of mystery - Clinton Scollard "The Mist Barque"

Eldritch ship of the sea - Clinton Scollard "The Mist Barque"

Borne in the wake of the wraith - Clinton Scollard "The Mist Barque"

Keyed to dolor and delight - Clinton Scollard "Night by the Sea"

Now sorrow seemed ascendent - Clinton Scollard "Night by the Sea"

Gives the shuddering heart no peace - Clinton Scollard "Night Song by the Sea"

In the great west's golden urn - Clinton Scollard "Nightfall in Sligo"

The wraiths of time departed - Clinton Scollard "Nightfall in Sligo"

The twilight for the lone late bee - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"

When the cider-stills run amber - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"

Piper of the South Wind - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"

Dying whispers on the shore - Clinton Scollard "On Caragh Lake"

In unexpected grooves of flight - Clinton Scollard "On Caragh Lake"

Though the wolf of bitterness gnawed his soul - Clinton Scollard "Pierol's Christmas"

Follow Fate, the weaver, for ever and a day - Clinton Scollard "Pilgrims"

A shard of shattered hope - Clinton Scollard "Rahinane"

Harp of infinite strings designed - Clinton Scollard "A Sailor Amid the Hills"

Through the spaces of his mind - Clinton Scollard "A Sailor Amid the Hills"

All its golden past a dirge - Clinton Scollard "Saint Sepulchre's Beside the Sea"

Upon the stark sand reaches - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Change"

The glee of the mad wind - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Change"

The waves a lustrous path - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Change"

Wrought this mystery of wrath - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Change"

The spent wraith of tempests raging - Clinton Scollard "Sea Lyrics"

We who hear dull bells - Clinton Scollard "Sea Marvels"

The four great winds rejoice - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Rover"

Burnished like chalcedony - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Scene"

To know the secrets of the sea - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Shell"

Such marvel and such miracle - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Shell"

Sailing the path of the undenied - Clinton Scollard "A Sea Song"

The cares of the world in tether - Clinton Scollard "Song"

My wish in the golden weather - Clinton Scollard "Song"

Sees little grain to reap - Clinton Scollard "A Song for Joyce's Country"

The wraith of the mist goes creeping - Clinton Scollard "A Song for Joyce's Country"

As soft as the feet of sleep - Clinton Scollard "A Song for Joyce's Country"

Wrapt in the cloak of silence - Clinton Scollard "A Song for Joyce's Country"

Here's a fig for melancholy - Clinton Scollard "Song for the Eve of Yule"

Under the arch of a leaden sky - Clinton Scollard "The Spectral Rowers"

The port of dreams-come-true - Clinton Scollard "The Spectral Rowers"

Of moon-wrought marvel and of mystery - Clinton Scollard "Summer by the Sea"

Of Argo's wandering keel - Clinton Scollard "A Symphony of the Sea (Gloze Royal)"

Of bitter and of sweet the fullest store - Clinton Scollard "A Symphony of the Sea (Gloze Royal)"

Each path was a lure to truant eye - Clinton Scollard "Under the Holly Bough"

The turquoise sweep of sky - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

The wild geese in a winged wedge - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

Through depths of storm - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

Through vasts of calm - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

Stretching weird and white - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

Yield them to the spell - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

Moved ever by a subtle thrall - Clinton Scollard "Wild Geese"

With woven flame their sandals shod - Clinton Scollard "The Wizard People"

Through airy wastes by paths untrod - Clinton Scollard "The Wizard People"

Across the spangled depths of dark - Clinton Scollard "The Wizard People"

The luring laugh of Moira - Clinton Scollard "The Wonders"

In the fiery school of the devotees of Thor - Clinton Scollard "Yule at Thengelfor"

His feast of plums smothered in the fire - Clinton Scollard "The Yule-Log"

Pondering why and considering how - Clinton Scollard "A Yule Song"

Levels prince with the man at the plough - Clinton Scollard "A Yule Song"


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Into the conquered darkness - Fritz Schnack "Blooming Sunlight" transl. by William Saphier

Flowers blooming buried sunlight - Fritz Schnack "Blooming Sunlight" transl. by William Saphier

Through dusky deep solitude - Fritz Schnack "Echo" transl. by William Saphier

Beaten by the envy of the black branches - Fritz Schnack "Echo" transl. by William Saphier

Up to the farthest hilltops - Fritz Schnack "Evening Gift" transl. by William Saphier

And to fill with light the thirsty - Fritz Schnack "Evening Gift" transl. by William Saphier

Handed out to feed hungry souls - Fritz Schnack "Evening Gift" transl. by William Saphier

On gentle roads into the splendor - Fritz Schnack "Evening Gift" transl. by William Saphier

Glowing all around with red roses - Fritz Schnack "One Morning" transl. by William Saphier

Beauty blooms on every threshold - Fritz Schnack "One Morning" transl. by William Saphier

Resounding in my trembling hand - Fritz Schnack "Young Days" transl. by William Saphier


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Upon my mind the image of that dream - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

On Memory's page inscribed in letters large and legible - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Vivid as the lightning's scathing flash - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The hushed and silent waters of the deep - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Blended grace and perfect symmetry - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Unknowing of the bright and quenchless fire - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

That joy and stillness breathed into her heart - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Buried deep in Lethe's magic pool - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Glowing forth to young imagination's quickened sight - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Madly had he drunk at passion's fount - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

One endeared by Friendship's strongest ties - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The fate his fondest hopes had met - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Secrets filched and heralded abroad - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The fervent adoration of the heart - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

In prostrate homage bowed before her shrine - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The worldly schemes that fierce ambition wrought - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Mute were all the echoes of his soul - Sylvester "The Dream" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]


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That make their path a desert - Carmen Sylva "A Coronation"

Beads of anguish on the furrowed brow - Carmen Sylva "A Debtor"

That roll so heavily from off the heart - Carmen Sylva "A Debtor"

What tortured nights have gone before - Carmen Sylva "A Debtor"

And thunders into hell, to rise again - Carmen Sylva "Down the Stream"

Drags the waters of hundred rivers with him - Carmen Sylva "Down the Stream"

And make a fortune out of all those waters - Carmen Sylva "Down the Stream"

Great as mortal eye and brain encompass - Carmen Sylva "A Dream"

For days I walked on clouds - Carmen Sylva "A Dream"

Of all those tears that burnt your cheeks - Carmen Sylva "A Friend"

And sing a lullaby of promise and of comfort - Carmen Sylva "A Friend"

As elementary as Fate's wild raving - Carmen Sylva "The Glowworm"

That leaf may be eternal by the light - Carmen Sylva "The Glowworm"

When all the clouds have spent their fire - Carmen Sylva "The Glowworm"

Flame will live, defying Fate's alarm - Carmen Sylva "The Glowworm"

Not knowing if again the storm will blow - Carmen Sylva "The Gnat"

But Fate is careless and will let us go - Carmen Sylva "The Gnat"

Darken not the hour when I rise out of myself - Carmen Sylva "Lethe"

Into the open day of wide forgetfulness - Carmen Sylva "Lethe"

Has burnt a mark no rivers wash away - Carmen Sylva "Lethe"

That hoards the many destinies of thousand years - Carmen Sylva "Night"

But laden with the knowledge of the past - Carmen Sylva "Night"

Acted so and erred and wrought such destinies - Carmen Sylva "Night"

Neglect not dreams nor call them worthless - Carmen Sylva "Night"

And gave us never yet a ray of satisfaction - Carmen Sylva "Out of the Deep"

In hearts that are too great for hope - Carmen Sylva "Out of the Deep"

Never ask why will is but obedience - Carmen Sylva "Out of the Deep"

Dare not tell your heart what it has suffered - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

And no more able to quiet that unruly heart - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

The wandering of your clock - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

That hammers nails into your brain and hands - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

Cruel dawn, with icy, deathlike eyes and hollow voice - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

Washed in tears, in blood, in rivers of despair - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

As rest forbids the cruel dawn to break - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

The clock is peaceful with its quiet beat - Carmen Sylva "Rest"

With trifles sacred to the heart - Carmen Sylva "A Room"

That embalm the past in mute forgiveness - Carmen Sylva "A Room"

With untoward avowal break the peace - Carmen Sylva "A Room"

Above yawning gulf and raging whirlpool - Carmen Sylva "Roused"

Unshed tears that lie like stones upon it - Carmen Sylva "Sadness"

A soundless word, a ghostly whisper - Carmen Sylva "Sadness"

To bloom into some unexpected beauty - Carmen Sylva "The Sentinel"

That the stranger knows what home is yours - Carmen Sylva "The Shadow"

Till the night calls forth the moon - Carmen Sylva "The Shadow"

Winter's moon will draw its line in naked truth - Carmen Sylva "The Shadow"

Soundless sobs of dark and burning tears - Carmen Sylva "To the Memory of Queen Victoria"

All the old scars of former battles bleed - Carmen Sylva "Unrest"

With trembling fingers seize that foolish heart - Carmen Sylva "Unrest"

Stand unshaken at the helm of life's wrecked craft - Carmen Sylva "Unrest"

The sign that bids the clouds disperse - Carmen Sylva "Unrest"

Away to other heights and other temples - Carmen Sylva "'Vengeance Is Mine,' Saith the Lord"

And not a tear will quench that fire - Carmen Sylva "'Vengeance Is Mine,' Saith the Lord"

Burnt to lava by your heart's own flame - Carmen Sylva "'Vengeance Is Mine,' Saith the Lord"


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To catch the legends as they fall - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

And clovers hang their blushing heads - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

As the world had put new glory on - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

A strain uncomprehended by the sense - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Through the Future's golden aisles - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]


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Burned the forests for the wolves - Jennifer Scappettone "Syrinx Spring"

The ceiling of rotating heaven - Jennifer Scappettone "Syrinx Spring"

In a cage full of oxygen - Jennifer Scappettone "Syrinx Spring"

What breath's left to shriek into the empty - Jennifer Scappettone "Syrinx Spring"

This broken chorus of terror and nest - Jennifer Scappettone "Syrinx Spring"


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The labrinthine ways of my own mind - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

Titanic glooms of chasmed fears - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The gold gateway of the stars - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The whistling mane of every wind - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

In her wind-walled palace - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

Cannot slake my drought - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

Shook the pillaring hours - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The earth a trinket at my wrist - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The sighful branches of my mind - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The joyful choir of bells - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

On the sweet and drowsy air - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

All the sacred bells rejoice - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The daylight's withering bequest - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

While blossom bright the stars - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

The songs the years have sung us - Charles Warren Stoddard "Ave Maria Bells"

And mingled with blood of the vine - Charles Warren Stoddard "The Bells of San Gabriel"


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Buries the year's naked forests - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"

As winter crumples in thunder - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"

Rushing past like angels headlong - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"

A red poppy gone up to the sky - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"

Night calls its dogs - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

A bat flies across the last star - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

Two robins fly out of the sun - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

If sleeping roots dream - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

All the dead leaves listen in - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

Singing his way out of hell - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

Disguised merely as ourselves - Reg Saner "Spring Song"

No one goes back to before - Reg Saner "What Wilderness Tells You"

From a single stalk of meadow rue - Reg Saner "What Wilderness Tells You"

Your skull for its sorrows - Reg Saner "What Wilderness Tells You"

Has taken your lips for its wisdom - Reg Saner "What Wilderness Tells You"


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Gone sour in the sun - Brenda Shaughnessy "Artless"

Less substance, more rind - Brenda Shaughnessy "Artless"

What began as wildfire - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

Call the ghost to my fragile table - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

The sharpest knife in the drawer - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

Some small folded breath of otherlife - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

Sleep in a dream of savage gold - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

So many fires start in my head - Brenda Shaughnessy "Big Game"

A low private conversation with the air - Brenda Shaughnessy "The Home Team"

Erasing myself with seawater - Brenda Shaughnessy "Identity & Community (There is no 'I' in 'Sea')"

There goes my honey and fog - Brenda Shaughnessy "Identity & Community (There is no 'I' in 'Sea')"

The sun is worth ten of you - Brenda Shaughnessy "I'm Over the Moon"

Amnesiac of our nights together - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

The great fruits of my failure - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

Synthesized within an inch of its life - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

As if we could shape softness - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

To starve the soil as beets do - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

Lock and step and key in hole - Brenda Shaughnessy "Last Sleep, Best Sleep"

Never divides a flaw from its lesson - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

The pawnshop renting space in my head - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

To wish and not jinx it - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

Prowling the living room for the lightning - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

In all the serious confetti of my cells - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

To make any other mistake - Brenda Shaughnessy "Me in Paradise"

Wearing a jacket of blood - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

Open to show red lipstick - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

Dreams of finding the dreamer awake - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

Every one of my gestures symbolic - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

The golden field of frozen honey clover - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

I cannot suffer the same fate twice - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"

Emerges in the malnourished night - Brenda Shaughnessy "Never Ever"

A bully pushing lettuce around - Brenda Shaughnessy "Never Ever"

Ever is a double-edged word - Brenda Shaughnessy "Never Ever"

The future occluded or dreaming - Brenda Shaughnessy "Never Ever"

Cut out by survival's swift knife - Brenda Shaughnessy "Our Family on the Run"

This graph showing allowable outcomes - Brenda Shaughnessy "2-Sided Map Shows Line Where Falling Bodies Land"

Another duplicity to help double the world - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"

A single bed spinning in space - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"

I am lonely with questions - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"

The secrets of many revealed as one - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"

For use only by a zen sun laughing - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"

To stop the terrible dreaming - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"


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

Even your breath is breeze enough to scatter them - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Wanted to paper the walls with butterflies - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Each came folded in its own translucent envelope - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Evolution called itself a natural history store - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

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

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

Written on a grain of rice by someone at a folding table - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Being first to put a dead shark in a gallery - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Actually thinking his art confronted death - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Another life glimpsed in a detail mentioned - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Headless mannequins in thousand-dollar shift dresses - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

False eyes on the grayling's wingtips - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

To protect the true face - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

Fire pouring through a lattice - Margaret Ross "Evolution"

A holiday to enter spring while honoring the dead - Margaret Ross "Saturday"

Its celebration was a picnic in a cemetery - Margaret Ross "Saturday"

The colors on screen looked richer, less treacherous - Margaret Ross "Saturday"

I took a picture of myself but I did not appear - Margaret Ross "Saturday"

They'd leave behind chrysanthemums made of cloth - Margaret Ross "Saturday"

Translucent blue with punctures pierced to shape a star - Margaret Ross "Socks"

Interrupted by the living points of constellated skin - Margaret Ross "Socks"

Things in airless dense configuration and no transparency - Margaret Ross "Socks"


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Owning every foot on which we stand - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"

Know this fight is justifies - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"

And the honor of their tribe - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"

Keep up the shout of freedom - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"

With the power we have in hand - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"

Of utter ruin and fast decay - Wanda Short "On Straight to Freedom"


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Far-flung islands lost to worldly years - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

Beyond the valleys of the sun - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

In misty chaos past the reach of time - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

Brood beneath the ice as aeons fly - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

From age-old tombs in dim dimensions hid - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

That move as planets beckon in the night - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]

A deathless guard tramps by in feeble light - Duane W. Rimel "Dreams of Yith" [Fantasy Fan v.1, no.11, July 1934]


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Not falling asleep the next night - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

And the question was not rhetorical - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

A magic potion to seal their eyes shut - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

While the asteroid kept falling to earth - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

The sly syntax of catastrophe - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

Through an infinity of strangers between - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

A quilt my mother embroidered - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

Orange juice in the form of air - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

The trampolined floor of a windowless room - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"

This language of mirrors at the end of the world - Taije Silverman "Armageddon"


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Swarms of Officers to harass our people - Tracy K. Smith "Declaration"

A small reservoir of furious music - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

Coax the night into being - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

A skirt shimmering with sequins and lies - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

Whose heels have notched and hammered time - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

The voices scraping against the river - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

Tossed into the ecstatic void - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

Chords that stretch and bend - Tracy K. Smith "Duende"

Your two tangled souls - Tracy K. Smith "Einstein's Mother"

A fire-white ghost - Tracy K. Smith "Einstein's Mother"

Believe I am striving for glory - Tracy K. Smith "Everybody's Autobiography"

I find myself most alone - Tracy K. Smith "Everybody's Autobiography"

A monument of moon-white stone - Tracy K. Smith "Everybody's Autobiography"

Glistening inside raindrops or teardrops - Tracy K. Smith "Everybody's Autobiography"

Rippling infinitely into the distance - Tracy K. Smith "Everything that Ever Was"

Claiming a little piece of where we stand - Tracy K. Smith "Everything that Ever Was"

Bereft, but not vanquished - Tracy K. Smith "Everything that Ever Was"

Where my dreaming and my loving live - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

A dance against hunger - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

Reptiles drag night from their tails - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

A rage of waves protects our horizon - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

Which we would devour - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

Legs and arms wracked with danger - Tracy K. Smith "Flores Woman"

Strip each stalk of its stolen crop - Tracy K. Smith "Ghazal"

History is a ship forever setting sail - Tracy K. Smith "Ghazal"

Seek lives outside of speech - Tracy K. Smith "Ghazal"

Lie quiet as bedrock beneath - Tracy K. Smith "Ghazal"

Swagger up and down the shore - Tracy K. Smith "In Brazil"

In time to the raucous tide - Tracy K. Smith "In Brazil"

Life sears a path down the throat - Tracy K. Smith "In Brazil"

A deadly silent digging in - Tracy K. Smith "Mothership"

How little we had mended - Tracy K. Smith "An Old Story"

Brought on a different manner of weather - Tracy K. Smith "An Old Story"

Clean lines pointing only forward - Tracy K. Smith "Sci-Fi"

With its hard spine & dog-eared corners - Tracy K. Smith "Sci-Fi"

Eons from even our own moon - Tracy K. Smith "Sci-Fi"

Thanks to popular consensus - Tracy K. Smith "Sci-Fi"

Doubled over under greed - Tracy K. Smith "Soulwork"

To stare fire in the eye - Tracy K. Smith "Soulwork"

The rapture of stolen hours - Tracy K. Smith "Soulwork"

To dribble the nectar of evil - Tracy K. Smith "Soulwork"

The thin plume of cautious smoke - Tracy K. Smith "Soulwork"

Pierced suddenly by pillars of heavy light - Tracy K. Smith "Wade in the Water"

Unclasped and left empty in the center - Tracy K. Smith "Wade in the Water"

The angles of it scraping at each throat - Tracy K. Smith "Wade in the Water"

Shouldering past the swirling dust motes - Tracy K. Smith "Wade in the Water"

Watch it rise through our fallen - Tracy K. Smith "We Feel Now A Largeness Coming On"

Green to gold to blinding white - Tracy K. Smith "We Feel Now A Largeness Coming On"

A wild annihilating fright - Tracy K. Smith "We Feel Now A Largeness Coming On"

Holding back what clamored to rise - Tracy K. Smith "We Feel Now A Largeness Coming On"

Do this patient urgent work - Tracy K. Smith "[The will to see oneself as fragile]"

Through the maze of our suburban scrawl - Tracy K. Smith "[The will to see oneself as fragile]"

Kin and neighbors and nations adrift - Tracy K. Smith "[The will to see oneself as fragile]"


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Lured by the liquid song of a thrush - Jean M. Snyder "Benediction"

Slipped into the embrace of the night - Jean M. Snyder "Benediction"

Cupped by the towering city skyscrapers - Jean M. Snyder "Buffalo Harbor"

Outlined against the peaceful Eden hills - Jean M. Snyder "Buffalo Harbor"

Into Niagara's abyss of blackness - Jean M. Snyder "Fearless Winging"

Dawdling flocks of brilliant things - Jean M. Snyder "Guests"

In clouds of scintillating beauty - Jean M. Snyder "Guests"

To our door came the thrushes - Jean M. Snyder "Guests"

Send off stars of phosphorous - Jean M. Snyder "A Moment"

Beech trees steeped in silence - Jean M. Snyder "Remembering (Locheven)"

Shuts me in with my dreams - Jean M. Snyder "Remembering (Locheven)"

Measuring the crescendo of the brasses - Jean M. Snyder "Rhythm"

Veiled in shifting vapors - Jean M. Snyder "Scotland (The Highlands)"


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Down in the land of roses - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "[Down in the land of roses]"

In the shadow of the Alamo - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "[Down in the land of roses]"

Stars cast lingering spells - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "[Down in the land of roses]"

Scars of plunder, time and warfare - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "I never knew of such a place]"

So many boys imprisoned in uniforms - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "I never knew of such a place]"

Veneered in sudden wealth - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "I never knew of such a place]"

A mystery, enshrouded in lies - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "We're in the Chorus Now"

Mellowed with bitter and sweet words - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "We're in the Chorus Now"

And rivaled a parrot for swearing - Molly Spotted Elk [Molly Alice Nelson] "We're in the Chorus Now"


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The barnacle of crowds - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Collected his material covertly - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

The gleanings of his hearing - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Connoisseur of old thoughts - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Bound in new gilt bindings - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Another curio to place in her long gallery - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Smiled approval at the finding - Marion Strobel "Collectors"

Press gently on a loveliness - Marion Strobel "Little Things"

Mellowed to a heightened dignity - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Summer coverings of cobwebs - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

The table throws its weight of shadow - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Throws its weight of shadow - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

A ragged ache of light sifts through - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

The present upon the patterns of the past - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Bruised by surfaces I do not see - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Falter up and down a tracery of years - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Sense the echo of a voice - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Not sure the breath I hold is mine - Marion Strobel "The Room Is as We Left It"

Cup my hands and drink of you - Marion Strobel "Spring Morning"

Till I am crushed with beauty - Marion Strobel "Spring Morning"


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On earth his marvels done - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Soaring thought and steadfast glow - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

For him whose aims ascended higher - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

What earth's bright shows to few reveal - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

With earnest heed from hour to hour - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Through all his years of striving hope - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Vesuvio's flame reflected clear in glassy seas of Napoli - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

A voice empower'd like his to speak - J.S. "Goethe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

While its inbred phantoms frighten - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

While the past obscures the whole - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Shadows of the wise departed - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Come, with viewless footsteps, crushing dreams - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Inherit thoughts whose dawn is life - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Ground to better dust than golden - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Nursed in fable, painted hopes and portent sable - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Daring eaglet arm'd with lightning - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Still the eternal blaze is brightening - J.S. "Hymn of a Hermit" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Of ceaseless time and shifting tide - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

A world above the moment's misty sea - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Felt and full, beyond all custom's deadly rule - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

A strength severe, though wet with many a scalding tear - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

The memory has a power to teach - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

New stars may rise, the ancient fade - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Chief miracle in wonder's range - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Fear, foes, friends, and angry Fate - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Is love less kindred with the skies - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Will hearts for words be still? - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

What frowns o'ershade the weeping soul - J.S. "The Luckless Lover" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

All else that he can evoke from nought - J.S. "The Olympic Jupiter" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Her memory haunted still the fountain - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Decreed to that eternal sky - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Could win by jest those lips to laughing - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

And veil'd in folly wisdom's face - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Which bade our heedless mirth be serious - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

With Rome's grey ruin strewn around - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Nor fades at Truth's evoking sound - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

By word and image deeply wedded - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

By cadence apt and varied rhyme - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Nerve the flagging spirit's gaze - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Action strong as thought conceives - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

By many a doom-resounding measure - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Ruins, dust of empires vanish'd - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Mountains, clad with countless years - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

From your great presence ne'er be banish'd - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Sad songs that live in earnest ears - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

Accurst the dreams of any morrow - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]

When man will feel he cannot weep - J.S. "A Roman Idyl" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLI, v.LV, Mar. 1844]


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heart-thawed for a new round of reckonings - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

dust and how even its perniciousness echoes - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

i've grown tired of singing the blues - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

these jangling night lights fixed to a spirit pleading - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

a spirit pleading for the next break of dawn - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

to thread my sternum through to you - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"

i'll build a glass house of these wonders - Dior J. Stephens "a letter to charlie parker"


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Awake from the region of sleep, alone - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]

Unstirred by the drone of the bee - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]

What is dull Time in true love's estimation? - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]

Who measures each chime, in its rapt contemplation? - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]

With misery laden henceforward to roam - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]

Power, which has fettered the free - Albert E. Stembridge "Serenade" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.18-v.I, 3 May 1884]


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Twisting around the collective molecules - Steven David Justin Sills "Earth"

The aloneness that intangibly defines the air - Steven David Justin Sills "Earth"

Caught in structures without meaning - Steven David Justin Sills "Earth"

Knows the shadow's intangible depth - Steven David Justin Sills "Post Annulment 2"

Its vastness having overpowered him - Steven David Justin Sills "Post Annulment 2"

Legally annulled from his life - Steven David Justin Sills "Post Annulment 2"


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Fired by the flattering Harper's chord - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Vow at the glutted shrine of Fate - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Fame shouts, spoil pours, and captives bow - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

The final hour arrives of long-contested Power - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Go shake the nations in his place - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

With all your wasting passions' war - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Sent up the heart's o'erboiling flood - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Contemplating each hurrying mood - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Till Time's expiring lights grow dim - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Vile soilings that degrade our dust - B. Simmons "Columbus (A Print after a Picture by Parmeggiano)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

Whose restless pines were beckoning up the moon - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

But all untasted stood the hoard - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

Exhibit Power contending still with Waste - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

Avenging heaven will long in wrath pursue - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

The Law once given in fire - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

Redly earn'd the curse he won that night - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

As die all desperate men of blood - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

Must soon enchain St. Lawrence' [sic] mighty tide - B. Simmons "The Curse of Glencoe" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXVII, v.LIII, Jan. 1843]

As stars with night-clouds striving - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

How soon the senseless wave resign'd the tints - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

While glass'd within my mournful mind - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

Still glows that scene's enchanting grace - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

To echoing Memory long shall speak - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

'Mid storm and midnight's rushing wings - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

To dwell with Grief's eternal things - B. Simmons "The Last Walk" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCI, May 1848, v.LXIII]

Sun-fronting beds of garden-thyme - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

The small humming merchants of the hive - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Round the flinty shores of my bleak isles - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Naught but the rising moon stands on your path - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Back resparkling far Orion's lovely blaze - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Down-crashing hills of wild, devouring waves - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

White quiet sails from the grim icy coasts - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

When the Passion and the Pain their havoc have begun - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

The Thunder, rolling up behind the Deep - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

To match that hurricane of mind - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Pour forth as bitter-keen a tale - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Sick with desires unsatisfied - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Ploughing the stars through seas of blue Eternity - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Could see the Lighthouse flame into the night - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Rescuer bright who walked the howling wave - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Who faced in death the sea in life he ruled - B. Simmonds "The Life of the Sea" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

The night is melting in the north - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

When Freedom leagued with Crime to hurl up Earth's foundations - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

From the whirl where vortex'd Empires raged - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

The pearl of matchless Prudence drew - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

Repaid in feeling, grace and fire - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

And his be homage still more dread - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

Where Faction works by wrath and wrong - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

The ramparts' loosen'd load of thunder - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

Shapes Fate and Chance with potent skill - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

Memory marks the wane of iron times - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

A portent still more fair unfold - B. Simmons "Lines on the Landing of His Majesty King Louis Philippe, Tuesday, October 8, 1844" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

From memory's store of childish joys - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Fairy-land lost every flower beneath your tempest - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

All milks that pump or pail supplies - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Save that with human kindness dash'd - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

What fruits of toil, and tears, and trust - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Whose arid hours were fed with dew and light - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Not till the Peace had closed our quarrels - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Made from his useless musket-barrels - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Arise and put the Monster down - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

When sense crash'd into nonsense dies - B. Simmons "London Cries" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCII, v.LXV, Apr. 1849]

Beholds the bright Archangel for ever face to face - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

Rolls a sea of amber down the world - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

Twelve times amid their Steppes of ice - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

A thousand thrones of vanquish'd monarchs burn - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

In his jasper vestibules four hundred bloodhounds bay - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

With the steadfast voice of one prepared to die - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

The brief amazement which shook that hall has fled - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

What tongue may tell the terror - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

Though my soul with grief grew wild - B. Simmons "Mahmood the Ghazavide" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLIX, v.LVIII, Sept. 1845]

Deceit and Change divide the empire - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Fate, that threw its waste of seas between us - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

How wild my heart's delighted beat - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Sought out lone Hesper's diamond ray - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

When we have burst the bonds of this - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Too short and shining were those hours - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Fate's storms again have swept the scene - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

This heart's unshaken faith attest - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Each vow the heart could once supply - B. Simmons "Moonlight Memories [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCIII, v.LXV, May 1849]

Sunfire pilfer'd from their age - B. Simmons "Philhellenic Drinking-Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXIII, v.LIV, July 1843]

The fruit we early won from tales - B. Simmons "Philhellenic Drinking-Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXIII, v.LIV, July 1843]

The life of stone endured in more divine abodes - B. Simmons "Philhellenic Drinking-Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXIII, v.LIV, July 1843]

Then drink, and dream the red grape weeps - B. Simmons "Philhellenic Drinking-Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXXXIII, v.LIV, July 1843]

That ever Mirth gave to be rear'd by Sorrow - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Each hue and grace of golden Nature - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Lurk'd the keen jags of Anguish - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Where charnels choke the city - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Through its boughs the ghostly wind comes knelling - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Watch him steal, guilt-lighted, to his pillow - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

This stunning hell of wheels - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

That pour with princes to their riot - B. Simmons "Stanzas to the Memory of Thomas Hood" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLVI, v.LVII, June 1845]

Distracting sound, and dust, and heat, and glare - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

Who puts to shame her fable sisters' syren-fame - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

Swarming through one mighty street - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

From all opposing points they meet - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

The crashing wheels and battling crowd - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

But storm and brawl and burst along - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

High-born Beauty shrined in glass - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

The meek cowslips still folded in sleep - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

Meet Morning half way from the deep - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

A sparkle the far-coming splendour might fling - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

In bubbling thousands swept away - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

Linger'd at noon beneath trees dropping diamonds - B. Simmons "To a Caged Skylark, Regent's Circus, Piccadilly" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCV, v.LXIV, Sept. 1848]

To leave our dwindled summer day - B. Simmons "To Swallows on the Eve of Departure" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

A merry home amid the ruins pale - B. Simmons "To Swallows on the Eve of Departure" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

The exile mourning, to banishment returning - B. Simmons "To Swallows on the Eve of Departure" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

A wretch alone upon the lonely seas - B. Simmons "To Swallows on the Eve of Departure" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIV, v.LV, June 1844]

My casket's heap'd contents reversed - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: To Livia" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

How died at once abstraction's air - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: To Livia" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

My hurrying glance arrested fell - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: To Livia" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

The star we watch'd in vanish'd vesper hours - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: To Livia" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

Within its pale sad air each angry feeling fades - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: To Livia" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

While some pale Seer interpreted their tones - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: Parting Precepts" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

Shared our thousand harmonies - B. Simmons "Vanities in Verse: Letters of the Dead: Parting Precepts" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]

Has blown aside the gates where Pride dozed - B. Simmons "Westminster-Hall and the Works of Art, (on a Free Admission Day)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

The slaves of sceptred fraud and fear - B. Simmons "Westminster-Hall and the Works of Art, (on a Free Admission Day)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

What scattered thoughts of yours were buried seeds - B. Simmons "Westminster-Hall and the Works of Art, (on a Free Admission Day)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

The black judicial formula devised by bloody thrones - B. Simmons "Westminster-Hall and the Works of Art, (on a Free Admission Day)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]

Be it his Vestibule to hope, and light, and peace - B. Simmons "Westminster-Hall and the Works of Art, (on a Free Admission Day)" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]


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Vast displays of critic wit - Alexander Smith "[There have been vast displays of critic wit]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

On a storm of Laughter should be blown - Alexander Smith "[There have been vast displays of critic wit]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

Blown o'er the world's edge to Limbo - Alexander Smith "[There have been vast displays of critic wit]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

Let that soul moan in its own hell - Alexander Smith "[There have been vast displays of critic wit]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

Sitting all silent in congenial gloom - Alexander Smith "[Joy, like a stream, flows]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

While half the world the other greets - Alexander Smith "[Joy, like a stream, flows]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

With gorgeous music glowing to a close - Alexander Smith "[Joy, like a stream, flows]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

Deep-muffled as the dead-march of a god - Alexander Smith "[Joy, like a stream, flows]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]

My heart is burning to be one of those - Alexander Smith "[Joy, like a stream, flows]" [Blackwood's Ediburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXI, v.LXXV, March 1854]


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Let all the flowers wake to life - Fannie Isabelle Sherrick "Easter"

Wake up and catch the melody - Fannie Isabelle Sherrick "Easter"

Stars, that dwell in noonday skies, shine on - Fannie Isabelle Sherrick "Easter"

Let peace be in the hearts that mourn - Fannie Isabelle Sherrick "Easter"

The Hand that swept these lives away - Fannie Isabelle Sherrick "Easter"


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They loved only the beginnings - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Love the slip and grip of an unfamiliar pen - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

The first key flip in an apartment - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Ready for a new configuration of my altar - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Selenite incense holder to honor my fresh dead - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

To feed me the correct concoction of controlled toxins - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

A swell of cells becoming spinal filaments - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Before I am keen to your cues and calls for help - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Away and toward the shore of knowing what is to come - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Which pressure causes metamorphoses, protostar pre-nucleosynthesis - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Which pressure produces fissures - Chet'la Sebree "An End"

Fault-lining matrix-lodged turquoise and jade - Chet'la Sebree "An End"


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Through the dusky halls of Hades - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

All the world is barren, while I mourn - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Hermes waits to lead me home - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

With his spell upon her spirit - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

With his chain upon her hand - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

All the haunts of listening day - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Flowers unfold around her footfalls - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Winter flies before her presence - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Vague as harvest hopes in May - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Death shall hold the hand of Life - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]

Shall have power to break the chain - Jessie M.E. Saxby "Persephone: A Lay of Spring" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.114-v.III, 6 March 1886]


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Live with their life on loan - Tim Seibles "All the Time Blues Villanelle"

The hours break the line - Tim Seibles "All the Time Blues Villanelle"

Some of our friends who should be alive - Tim Seibles "Faith"

Death moves and memory doesn't - Tim Seibles "Faith"

Even knowing that someone is stealing our lives - Tim Seibles "Faith"

For whatever being human could mean - Tim Seibles "Faith"

The kind of love that lands like a leaf - Tim Seibles "Naive"

While katydids burnish the day - Tim Seibles "Naive"

This itching fury that holds me - Tim Seibles "Naive"

Into all the regular disguises - Tim Seibles "Naive"

Believing in the wealth of the unruined heart - Tim Seibles "Naive"

Five-legged pocket spiders - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

Each thought leaning on its horn - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

Testing the world with your bold myopia - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

Brandishing verbs like twigs in your beak - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

The unrestrained innocence of your intentions - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

That rings like rain before it falls - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

With God's breath at their backs - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

The gallant strain of a pilfered ant - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

What the strings would say concerning my soul - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

The palpable alchemy of an unreasonable world - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"

How the soul finally falls - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"

Engraves its hesitations - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"

What the wind told the trees - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"

Save me from the parade of knives - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

Keep the faces of our enemies well lit - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

Their silk ties and their secret economies - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

Filling the auditoriums with empty skulls - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

The colors came with the smell of burning - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

The crickets trying to stave off the chill - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"

The zombies are already near - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"

I'm driving with no way to steer - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"


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The bright petals of the minutes enfold me - Lorraine Schein "The Garden of Time"

A Cesium fountain spouts an arc of atoms - Lorraine Schein "The Garden of Time"

An arc of atoms resonating with distant stars - Lorraine Schein "The Garden of Time"

A nanosecond flowers into eternity - Lorraine Schein "The Garden of Time"

Paleontological remnants of the future - Lorraine Schein "The Garden of Time"

Blue diode digits flash in my eyes - Lorraine Schein "Merlin"

Spells that writhe on the pulsing quartz walls - Lorraine Schein "Merlin"

Broken hourglasses and their sands - Lorraine Schein "Merlin"

Set to detonate into an unknown future - Lorraine Schein "Merlin"


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Dusk metes our mornings for everyone - Varsha Saraiya-Shah "Anthem for America"

Makes room for freedom to mold another day - Varsha Saraiya-Shah "Anthem for America"

What karma will justify sedition - Varsha Saraiya-Shah "Anthem for America"

Quickness is not the order of time - Varsha Saraiya-Shah "Anthem for America"

Untethered you'll arrest the truth - Varsha Saraiya-Shah "Anthem for America"


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The past, that place where everything goes - Jason Schneiderman "House with a Hot Tub and Pool"

Offering me their flowers and then their leaves - Jason Schneiderman "House with a Hot Tub and Pool"

Offering me their oxygen in exchange for my carbon dioxide - Jason Schneiderman "House with a Hot Tub and Pool"

I can't be content here in my uncomfortable present - Jason Schneiderman "House with a Hot Tub and Pool"

Knowledge that I seemed incapable of retaining - Jason Schneiderman "Vocabulary"

Reads the dictionary for its perspective on culture - Jason Schneiderman "Vocabulary"

Discovery is always tinged with sorrow - Jason Schneiderman "Vocabulary"

The knowledge that you have been living without something - Jason Schneiderman "Vocabulary"

Split by jealous gods - Jason Schneiderman “Wedding Poem for Ada & Lucas”

Let love be silent - Jason Schneiderman “Wedding Poem for Ada & Lucas”

Be known by its face - Jason Schneiderman “Wedding Poem for Ada & Lucas”


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Met at morning by the willowed river - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

Met to watch the lights and shadows quiver - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

And listen to the song the waters sung - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

Deeper than the music of its flowing - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

Shadows of the twilight rise to meet us - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

And cloud the golden harvesting of love - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

Towards its haven in the restless sea - Arthur L. Salmon "By the River" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.127-v.III, 5 June 1886]

Unsubdued in war of winds and waters - Arthur L. Salmon "Solitude"


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A star delivered from a passing cloud - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

Until it ceased to be a wild and common thing - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

Tender care and constant thought - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

That in my life this change have wrought - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

Nourished alike by smile and tear - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

Winter snows of jealousy and blind mistrust - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]

Where virtues bloom eternally - F.E.S. [Florence Edith Spence] "The Stray Blossom" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.36-v.I, 6 Sept. 1884]


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Doors that swing into darkness - Michael Simms "Sometimes I Wake Early"

A full wind filling the trees - Michael Simms "Sometimes I Wake Early"

A walk along the edge of our mountain - Michael Simms "Sometimes I Wake Early"

Slopes crowded with sumac and maple - Michael Simms "Sometimes I Wake Early"

A huddle of houses under the clouds - Michael Simms "Sometimes I Wake Early"

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In her tangled woods, dreams one unbroken dream - W. Gilmore Simms "Dorchester" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

Whose pulses wake to utterance - W. Gilmore Simms "Dorchester" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

That summons back the exiled heart - W. Gilmore Simms "Dorchester" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.1, Jan. 1842]

Wisely one sweet instrument to choose - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets I: Chaucer" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Brought other Muses down to aid - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets I: Chaucer" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Had all the orchestra at service - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets II: Shakspeare" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The wild strain that night-winds wake from reeds - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets II: Shakspeare" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

From reeds that breathe in pain - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets II: Shakspeare" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Compelled a voice from native oracles - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

That still survive their altars by their spells - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Guarding with might each avenue to fame - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

If erring often, never commonplace - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

When wo commands the tear to speak - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

His wit ne'er drives his wisdom out of court - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Whose skill brings hosts to worship - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets III: The Same" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

By fantastic wiles persuade the passions - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets IV: Spenser" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Making the heart forgetful of itself - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets IV: Spenser" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

To follow out and trace its labyrinths - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets IV: Spenser" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

With what art he fashioned fairy realms - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets IV: Spenser" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Milton sings with drooping spheres about him - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets V: Milton" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The sense of the invisible and true still present - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets V: Milton" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

The consciousness of duration through all time - W. Gilmore Simms "Heads of the Poets V: Milton" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Perchance have never in communion met - W. Gilmore Simms "Sonnet: To Mrs. -- -- --" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Some thousand miles of sea, wild tract, and weary - W. Gilmore Simms "Sonnet: To Mrs. -- -- --" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

There shall be blessings from the skies for thee - W. Gilmore Simms "Sonnet: To Mrs. -- -- --" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

When every bird was on his wing - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

Renewal of life's secret spring - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

That sacred freshness of the heart - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

Yet untaught by shame and art - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

Throned in her realm of wood and field - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

Of rocky realm and haunted shade - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

Drives Winter from his path of strife - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"

While all her thousand fingers play - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"


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I will start again tomorrow - Nathan Spoon "The Genie Speaks"

Waking under the fingernails of Scheherazade - Nathan Spoon "The Genie Speaks"

Our other earth opens a secret hand - Nathan Spoon "The Genie Speaks"

Morning frost touched by sunshine - Nathan Spoon "Poem of Thankfulness"

How the injured heart cannot heal - Nathan Spoon "Poem of Thankfulness"


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Part of a storm that changes everything - Kim Stafford "Advice from a Raindrop"

In deep darkness on a cold twig - Kim Stafford "For the Bird Singing Before Dawn"

Three tiny eggs in thistledown - Kim Stafford "Wren's Nest in a Shed Near Aurora"

Enthralled by war in distant lands - Kim Stafford "Wren's Nest in a Shed Near Aurora"

Ripen, grow wings, and build songs - Kim Stafford "Wren's Nest in a Shed Near Aurora"


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Held sparks within their darkness - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Silt of stars washed down from skies - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Her misgivings never strayed from liquid night - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Some fragments of his life dissolved - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

A nagging sense of neurons stalled - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

A star chart might work better than a map - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

Sacrificed preconceptions and perspectives - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

Speak the wisdom of worlds past - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

Salvaged texts from empires perished - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

The unnatural deaths of steel and concrete - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Juggernauts flailing to their own rhythms - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Our dreams bleed out upon strange altars - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

On either side of a fresh abyss - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

The cave mouth's event horizon breath - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Apparition less of mist than hunger - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Murmurs in the dreams of chosen daughters - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

What spirit of corruption endures to threaten - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Truth beyond the authorized & ancient - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

As fading stars surrender - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Ancient opener of all ways to darkness - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Her mystery eclipses tarnished stars - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Holding hunger inside them for a weapon - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Ancient wisdom like the bitterness of stars - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Know the truth of your corruption - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Peel back the mask of truth - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Half phantom at our feast - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

As night begins its metamorphosis - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Every specter laid by tattered saffron - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Die unblessed beneath strange moons - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

The pitted pillars of our last and highest cities - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

The acid of its own long dying - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

But too late and each alone - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

Haunted mirrors stare down from all sides - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

Before their needles took us - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Cargo in winter's hold - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Suspended through the twilight centuries - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Linger at the cavern entrance to nothingness - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

In these shadows knotted through the stars - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Scrawls out its ocher & imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Claw marks annotate awakening - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Instinct mutates to law - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Stones charcoaled with ritual fire - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

A wind made terrible by time - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Light years & lightless dreams - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Countless corridors worn slick as glass - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Times no nightmare could surpass - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Emblazoned with extinction's bleak device - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

The shattered hue of starlight failing - Ann K. Schwader "Conflict Carbon"

Cries out in siren welcome to the night - Ann K. Schwader "Cordyceps zombii"

Perfects its own malign intent - Ann K. Schwader "Cordyceps zombii"

Creep beyond the subtle borderline of sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Though we civilize perdition - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Darkest anodyne against our pain - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Seeping out across oblivious space - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"

This spangled canopy of pyres to the distant dead - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"

Clotted darkness threatening moonlight - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

A privileged view of questionable worth - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

Between these penciled lines of dusk & dawn - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

Falls ancient as the curse of Cain - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

That murders sight in canyon shadows - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Where the rains of eons murmured their refrain - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Until the ravaged earth gave way - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Chaos written plain in fossil glyphs - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

This troubled clay surrendering to sunset - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Mortal gray becomes the indigo of tides - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

What blooms bears thorns - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Protocol"

The dust of dynasties upon my lips - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Torn from a simpler immortality - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

A failing candle I dare not extinguish - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Shadows crawl in hieroglyphs of prophecy - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Runs deep enough to drown this certainty - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Brittle, transitory things already lost - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Scars across the face of night - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Chaos ravening past sight - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Tracing shapes of void from starlight - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

This cavern sanctified by screams & sacrifice - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

His demon siblings by the score - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Who voyaged deathless through the vacuum seas - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Whose twin mouths gape with venom & desire - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Bearing fire & sharp obsidian - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Whose samite masks veil little more than entropy - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Entropy incarnate in the blood - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Twin suns bled to ash behind their moons - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Unslaked by any wine save life - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

A tattered wind alone replied - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Replied in threnodies through bones - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Creep into their sorceries of sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Hold to shadow as the last reality - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Unfold unfettered from the tyranny of sun - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Never heard the call to shelter - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Felt the sirens wail between our bones - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Comes fraught with strange illusions - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

Knot by knot they fall undone - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

A venomed breeze exhales them - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

The bleak allure of Aprils lost - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

The exile our fickle star requires - Ann K. Schwader "Given to the Frost"

Faces in the nightmares we'll deny - Ann K. Schwader "Given to the Frost"

Some refrain of wailing in the rafters - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

When such rare delights as these abide - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

May sustain itself by shadows at the edge of sight - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

No turning from the hounds of Time - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

Crime & punishment made one - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

No victory in going swift to ground - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

Some broken things don't heal - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

The highway takes them young - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

No regrets, no questions, no demands - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

That even last mistakes can be outrun - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

That motion is salvation granted at gunpoint - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

Spoke the sacred names of Thebes - Ann K. Schwader "Horizon of the Aten"

Sand upon the wind's tongue scouring - Ann K. Schwader "Horizon of the Aten"

By ignorance of a mayfly's ending - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

Resources sacrificed to other crises - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

Leaving us little but bitter ashes - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

A dream of stardrives shattered - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

In the burned places where light is ash - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Ash of slaughtered stars - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Where silence stiffens to rigor mortis - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

For Oppenheimer's optimal blossom - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Between our walls of phantom data - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

The winds that blow contagion - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Clenched tight on godspeak shrapnel - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

The enemy inherent in our mirrors - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Obscuring time's frail fabric as it rips - Ann K. Schwader "In This Brief Interval"

Dizzied by ascension to this height - Ann K. Schwader "In This Brief Interval"

Born swimmer in the data stream - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

This latest means of never needing air - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

The cyborg lifestyle has its thrills - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

Rose against the dark like vengeance hurled - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah II: The White Stone"

Vengeance hurled from utter Void - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah II: The White Stone"

Constrained no longer by the laws of man - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah III: Nahab"

Those poisoned claws called justice - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

Where all persuasions & equations lose their grip - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

On His throne of shattered stars - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

The calculus of fear laid forth in gore - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah VI: Of What Remained"

Time falls away with twilight - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

These walls incised with nightmare - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

Till only ladders bring deliverance - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

Carts whose banshee wheels cry havoc - Ann K. Schwader "The Laundrymen"

Soul sister to the whippoorwill & crow - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Still feels the star-winds blow - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Where chaos keeps its throne - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Before the sovereignity of sharper gales - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

In the shadow land between streetlights - Ann K. Schwader "Mardi Gras Postmortem"

To curse their thankless task ahead - Ann K. Schwader "Mardi Gras Postmortem"

Imperishable blue this bitter sky - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Kindle leaves & clay with rare copal - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Who summons clouds to birth - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

These bones we bartered for the rains - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Fate gazes back imperishable blue - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Given myself as an unasked weapon - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

A shattered innocence consoled by venom - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Conversations twining cold between my vertebrae - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Undeclared war echoed from my step - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Permanent footprints in a video landscape - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

A formula in yards not meters - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

Pure wilderness still sovereign - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

Shall welcome every child of Hydra's race - Ann K. Schwader "Mother's Night"

All night beneath the dreams of London - Ann K. Schwader "Necropolis Railway Incident"

Whose twisted arabesques suggest no single form - Ann K. Schwader "The Night of Her Return"

A thousand shadows of the pure grotesque - Ann K. Schwader "The Night of Her Return"

A whisper lost on the ferryman's lips - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Slow through the cave of my veins - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

I wandered the asphodel stars - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Unweaving my dreams each century - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

A second obol secret beneath my tongue - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Bright dust of a hundred worlds on your feet - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

The scent of nameless Calypsos - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Whose face is lit with the flames of cities - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

These stars will never shine so bright - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Their galaxies in panicked flight - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

All vacating this scrap of sky - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Our dreams hold less of hope - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Twisted in a pallid shadow-knot - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Sealed forever by reentry's kiss of peace - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Sublime & hot as seraph breath - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

From all our wondering, wounded world - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

The chaff from bleeding wheat - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Blameless catalyst of our defeat - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

What star begot these bones - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Our souls shall taste nirvana in such sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Clockwork hearts with crystal chips & atom beats - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

All men are defeated equal - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

A labyrinth of diagrams - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

The weight of tech against Thoth's scale - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

All unshaped unbidden miracles - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

Beneath its polished mirror moon - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

A truth unbearable without this stranger's mask - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

A truth bitter past bearing - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

That king whose tattered mantle beckons from the dark - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

A mask of saffron veiled us from ourselves - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

What tongue shall sing this truth? - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

With tongues of blood & faith & prophecy - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

A mutation of myth hardwired - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

That burned her dreams to spiral ashes - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Blue beyond the grammar of imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Lifted her past midnight into truth - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Starlight turned them shrill as crystal - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Until a random shard drew scarlet - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Bottled rainbows by the fistful - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Blackout curtains blank across her window - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Hostage to her own event horizon - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Strangers with myths for maps - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Whose prophecies scrawl tongues of fire - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Tongues of fire across our midnight sky - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Washed their faces clean of love - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Their bones are coldsleep coral now - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Eroded by slowly dreaming centuries - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Dying stars our skies have long forgotten - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Have twisted comets out of thought - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Forged new orbits for the myths we made - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

By fading firelight in the caves of winter - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Siren gusts like tides beneath their words - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Footprints on some night-drowned beach - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

For oceans gravity did not command - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Speaks in hieroglyphs of red - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Strange wisdom from a god long dead - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Bred by want's unalterable demands - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

The future draws its crimson thread - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Sweet atomic absolution of our myriad sins - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

In one swift Lenten smear of ash - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Shadow on a shattered concrete sky - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

The silence we were promised - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Sirens above a blasted blameless graveyard - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Broken daily into shards of shrapnel - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Of vermin beset by ancient plagues - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Along a web of unsuspected faults - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Some tower tumbles, lightning-struck - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

When vision shrieked like a mad sunflower - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Event horizons shimmered in the sunset - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Paint maelstroms into Milky Ways - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

A bridge redshifts toward oblivion - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Needed no dismembered star to guide you - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

From the black hole of your birth - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Shared this galaxy's endless scream - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Though Homer knew the power of dark blood - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Tongues parched centuries past silence - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

As if coincidence alone explained such wounds - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Familiar as the ghosts of our bad nights - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Wandering unsatisfied between hells - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

This suspicion once wove Atlantis through us - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Carved out Eden between our ribs - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Why the iron that marks our blood is restless - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Seeking some heart beyond our hearts - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Shooting stars not worth the wishing on - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

To that remotest of reflected blessings - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Darkness slides from their heights - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

To drown our tattered lives - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Leaking heat into winter's infinity - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Moebius corridors where imagination failed - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Forgive all limits of imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

Keep strange faith with entities of elder void - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

Who cry like ravens at spacetime destroyed - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

The aether swells with arias & whispers - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Tell our tales of plasma waves - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Reshaping fear as placid science - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Cast adrift by proxy on a vast black sea - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Trust a little less in certainties so fragile - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Drift & sing the death of starlight - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Yet those black seas bewitched us - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

Beyond the fragile light that marks our star - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

Prove no more than fireflies in a jar - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

What dark god's avatar awaits - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

& never dream that you should be afraid - Ann K. Schwader "Weird of the White Sybil"

From the fertile mud of memory & myth - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

That crop-eared horror who haunted deserts - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

The breath of chaos howled there - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

A solar wind too strong to ride - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Built their lives of stone & gold - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

One lotus night tinged blue with deja vu - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Our airless desert seared by stars - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Omens cryptic & golden, poisoned & red - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

May wait in silence & unasked - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

The twisted bones of things revealed - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

In equal parts infernal & divine - Ann K. Schwader "The Winds of Sesqua Valley"

Who wove their threnody with foot & flute - Ann K. Schwader "The Winds of Sesqua Valley"

In hopes of wiping out some future hell - Ann K. Schwader "Wolves of Mars"

Each question leaves a scar - Ann K. Schwader "Wolves of Mars"

Pristine as dust upon his chalice - Ann K. Schwader "Yhoundeh Fades"


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Pensive, passionate child of song - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Of things by the world's crowd unnoticed - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Their bold and sacrilegious flight - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Infatuating with its serpent glance - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Diamond-glittering mine of ever-burning stars - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Fond idolator at every shrine where beauty lingers - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Treasured up earth's glorious things - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Her fatal gifts relinquish or resign - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Lighting up vestiges almost divine - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Hid beneath some passing shadows gray - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

The subtle storm-fiend watches for his prey - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

And quench her light in the dark stream of death - J.S.D.S. "The Poet" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)


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Mnemonic skills test positive - Saheed Sunday "Fluorescence"

Wads of silk stretched in lengths - Saheed Sunday "Fluorescence"

Flashed itself through the marketplace - Saheed Sunday "Fluorescence"

Throws himself to the wind - Saheed Sunday "Fluorescence"

The crow that caws at the core of the sea - Saheed Sunday "Fluorescence"


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the bathtub full of your spring weeds - C.T. Salazar "River"

where cotton built cathedrals - C.T. Salazar "River"

that praise what blood buys - C.T. Salazar "River"

how you hold a cottonmouth in a crosshair - C.T. Salazar "River"

become a mob in neon shouting - C.T. Salazar "River"

light that fell against the prison floor - C.T. Salazar "River"

the kind of applause it takes to live - C.T. Salazar "River"

demands we graffiti on the levee wall - C.T. Salazar "River"


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Sit in front of two candles - Jacqueline Suskin "How to Fall in Love with Yourself"

Your skull is a cup hungry for light - Jacqueline Suskin "How to Fall in Love with Yourself"

A hole there where elements can enter - Jacqueline Suskin "How to Fall in Love with Yourself"

A dose of brilliant honey - Jacqueline Suskin "How to Fall in Love with Yourself"

For burning with such ease - Jacqueline Suskin "How to Fall in Love with Yourself"

Soaking in the final gift of sun - Jacqueline Suskin "Sunrise, Sunset"


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Steadied on the red reserve of its bloodstream - Nnadi Samuel "On the Shores of Ninevah"

This creature that defies dying - Nnadi Samuel "On the Shores of Ninevah"

science rewards me with black temper - Nnadi Samuel "Orchard of Failed Sciences"

unfurl into an orchard of failed sciences - Nnadi Samuel "Orchard of Failed Sciences"

puppet for self-discovery - Nnadi Samuel "Orchard of Failed Sciences"

this acre of hand tilled hibiscus - Nnadi Samuel "Someday, I Identify as a Prairie"

grief looks gorgeous in the face of harm - Nnadi Samuel "Someday, I Identify as a Prairie"

sorrow knew me in the early hours - Nnadi Samuel "Someday, I Identify as a Prairie"

leaves petrichor as aftertaste - Nnadi Samuel "Someday, I Identify as a Prairie"

thank the edges for being jagged - Nnadi Samuel "Someday, I Identify as a Prairie"


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A daytime star at the ritual of mirrors - Rodney Saint-Éloi "Chant in the Country of Shadows" [excerpt] transl. by Nathalie Handal

How do you say I love you to a city - Rodney Saint-Éloi "Chant in the Country of Shadows" [excerpt] transl. by Nathalie Handal

A kite that rains endless waves - Rodney Saint-Éloi "Chant in the Country of Shadows" [excerpt] transl. by Nathalie Handal

Dreams travel at night in the sleep of seas - Rodney Saint-Éloi "Chant in the Country of Shadows" [excerpt] transl. by Nathalie Handal

A hand made for the tenderness of jasmine - Rodney Saint-Éloi "Chant in the Country of Shadows" [excerpt] transl. by Nathalie Handal


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Excludes the idea of any communication - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"

Red noise for a blue message - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"

In the guise of two pressed thumbs - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"

Black salt beneath the fingernails - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"

And their slow cocoons in Autumn - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"


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Allowing these kinds of questions to ripen - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #22"

Living in this sea of leaves - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #22"

Who could refuse this softness? - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #24"

Permission to lie down forever - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #24"

The coyotes howl on the distant tracks - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #34"

My body is just a vehicle to move me - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #39"

Sing with the owl to the harvest moon - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #39"

Remnants of the heavens we both once were - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #40"

Deep inside cold January - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #49"

Red sumac stains on their hands - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #56"

Two mirrors looking for arrowheads - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #56"

The thunder a pulse thicker than mine - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #59"

Following the pleasure of the storm - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #59"

The lightning entering my veins - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #59"

The loneliness stitched to my bones - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #66"

Underneath a key lime moon - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #69"

My freckles mapping where I begin - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #81"

Autumn enters my blood early - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #84"

Not bound here by blood or bone - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #93"

A fast cloud moving against the sand - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #95"

With clouds traveling slower than minnows - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #95"

Telling myself something sweet and something sacred - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #98"

The mind has a way of remembering explosions - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #124"


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Seven times I held my way - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

No man could issue from this underwood - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Fronds of fern still untwist and upward turn - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Teeth of hounds or fangs of snakes - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

For none loves silence and a sinking sun - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

To lull the watch-dogs of the mind - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Seven times upon the wind - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Summer and winter haunt together - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

And trace a circle round that mystic place - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Guarded on its outward side by hyacinths - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

That hoards a life scarce yet begun - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Noxious things of earth and air - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Devise colours to delight the eyes - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Get by stealth or strategem the glory - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

With dread of the marvels still to come - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

The doings of the morrow's light - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Two notes stolen from all woodland throats - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Make the satyrs stand like stone - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Joy runs trembling back to fear - Edmund Beale Sargant "The Cuckoo Wood" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]


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Rommel was kissing heaven's dainty hands - Tomaž Šalamun "We Build a Barn and Read Reader's Digest"

I go paying visits with my lives - Tomaž Šalamun "We Build a Barn and Read Reader's Digest"

At this angle of the sky no pictures are allowed - Tomaž Šalamun "We Build a Barn and Read Reader's Digest"

They walk between blueberries and ferns - Tomaž Šalamun "Young Cops"

A sled rushes down a slope in his dreams - Tomaž Šalamun "Young Cops"

Whomever he touches has a wound inscribed - Tomaž Šalamun "Young Cops"

Sad that his toy was broken - Tomaž Šalamun "Young Cops"

Take off their caps and breathe their tears into them - Tomaž Šalamun "Young Cops"


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I drive to the gulf to outrun his aura - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "Aura"

To move water with magnets - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "Aura"

Clean it with charcoal and a good net - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "Aura"

Carried on by some aura I can't outrun - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "Aura"

My private colony of sharp stones - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "For My Son Born in La Mariscal"

Burn your umbilical cord to ash - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "For My Son Born in La Mariscal"

Crossing the river of shorn paper - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "Paper Cuts"

Kept the bird on a little perch behind my ear - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "There Is a Bird in My Mouth"

Spit the black threads into a styrofoam cup - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "There Is a Bird in My Mouth"

Disgusted by the taste of seed and bark - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "There Is a Bird in My Mouth"

Reached into my memory by placing a finger in my ear - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "There Is a Bird in My Mouth"

A bed of rock barely visible from your surface - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "You Are a Dark Body"

Water in a desert littered with bleeding cactus - Natalie Scenters-Zapico "You Are a Dark Body"


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Through the acres of shattered glass in the streets - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

The halfway houses where I met my kind dreaming - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

To make your secret anguish your secret weapon - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

He affrights civilizations with his cry - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

At his approach the mountains retreat - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

A great wind crashes the garden party - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

The penciled-in figure on the painted-over mural of time - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

Below his aching sunrise, his moody, disappointed sunset - Vijay Seshadri "The Descent of Man"

Went down into the world to exercise his virtue - Vijay Seshadri "Enlightenment"

To exercise his virtue - Vijay Seshadri "Enlightenment"

The violence done to the mind by the weaponized word - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

Hit at an aggregate speed of forty miles an hour - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

The self's delicate apparatus crumpled - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

The self's delicate apparatus crumpled in the wide pan of the brain - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

To fix the image cradled inside the image of itself - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

The compassion that those who see themselves in agony feel - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

Our thinking's frozen violence - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

Ready to recapitulate our thinking's frozen violence - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

Where he will paint us in silent pastels - Vijay Seshadri "Goya's Mired Men Fighting with Cudgels"

On whose back the kingdom is carried - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

The atmosphere charged with possibility - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

To rest in the shade of the metal raintrees - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

Until he walks out of the sea and into the mountains - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

Burns on the windward slopes and freezes in the valleys - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

Those he loved have been carried down the river of fire - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

And never abandoned him to his loneliness - Vijay Seshadri "The Long Meadow"

Radioactive to the end of time - Vijay Seshadri "Memoir"

Scorched by the firestorms of shame - Vijay Seshadri "Memoir"

Sick of being slaughtered in my life's mountain passes - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Covering my own retreat - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"
The rear guard of my own brutal defeat - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Dysentery and frostbite and snipers - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Blizzards whipping the famished fires - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Bitter but herbal and medicinal truths - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Float the secrets on the waters - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Scatter those truthes to the sea breezes - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

Tide pools that cradle the ribbed limpet and the rockbound star - Vijay Seshadri "Road Trip"

We hold it against you that you survived - Vijay Seshadri "Survivor"

Listed with the defeated and the drowned - Vijay Seshadri "Survivor"

With your strength almost intact and all your good luck - Vijay Seshadri "Survivor"

The inside is exactly the same as the outside - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

Bringing in the sheep and waving away the goats - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

There is a border, but it is not fixed - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

Rises and plunges into the unimaginable seventh dimension - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

Before erupting in a field of Dakota corn - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

And obviously undocumented to the bone - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"

The retrospective, maskless rage of inception - Vijay Seshadri "Trailing Clouds of Glory"


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Dim gardens of fire - Evelyn Scott "From Brooklyn"

A hurricane of faces - Evelyn Scott "From Brooklyn"

Lift pale heads nimbussed with golden spikes - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Midnight Worship: Brooklyn Bridge"

Up the lanes of liquid onyx - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Midnight Worship: Brooklyn Bridge"

Amidst the asphodel and anemones of dawn - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Midnight Worship: Brooklyn Bridge"

Who lift their gaunt forms from falling shrouds of leaves - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Ascension: Autumn Dusk in Central Park"

Fading defiance sounds in the umber and red of autumn - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Startled Forests: Hudson River"

The stars, escaping, evaporate in acrid mists - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Winter Streets"

Pale Gilded branches stiff and high in the wind - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: February Springtime"

As the wide-winged morning folds back the mist - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: The Assumption of Columbine"

Through the fog, a hurricane of faces - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: From Brooklyn"

And leave them bleak in sleep - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Snow Dance"

My long black shadow weaves an invisible pattern - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Snow Dance"

Glow and shudder in flat patterns on a gray eternal face - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Potter's Field"

Storms of light surge against the clouds - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Lights at Night"

Oil lamps, that sputter, smothered with earth - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Lights at Night"

The golden snow of the stars drifts in mounds of light - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Midnight"

March the leaden velvet elephants - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: New York"

Millions of bronze eyes, unassailable - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Sunset: Battery Park"

Drifts past those hungry eyes of Eternity - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Sunset: Battery Park"

They have stolen me from myself - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: Crowds"

Life wriggles in and out through the narrow ways - Evelyn Scott "Manhattan the Unpeopled City: The City at Night"


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On hearing that my past was on fire - Natalie Shapero "Hansel or Gretel"

And I could only save one thing - Natalie Shapero "Hansel or Gretel"

Assigned by the gingerbread witch to the cage - Natalie Shapero "Hansel or Gretel"

Then rip off my face for the reveal - Natalie Shapero "Hansel or Gretel"

The local industrial smokestack vomited steam - Natalie Shapero "Hansel or Gretel"


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Scanned long miles of dreary, jumbled waste - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

Sharp-etched in airless, frozen surge - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

Beneath the sable, star-strewn vault - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

Empty mouths of craters, grim and cold - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

Desolation flooded through my soul - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

No living thing relieved the dismal rifts - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

The bleak roll of upflung ridge and tangled lava drifts - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

When they had made a ruin and a wreckage past repair - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

A blight of cosmic hate across the planet's face - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

To seek relief in fairer realms of space - Richard F. Searight "The Dead World" [The Fantasy Fan, v.2, no.5, Jan. 1935]

Where sit the ghosts of one-eyed Odin, bloody-handed Thor - Richard F. Searight "Winds" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.6, Feb. 1934]

In frost-bound silence with their warrior hosts - Richard F. Searight "Winds" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.6, Feb. 1934]

Biting urge to gain the secrets hidden - Richard F. Searight "Winds" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.6, Feb. 1934]

The West Wind keens a warning cry - Richard F. Searight "Winds" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.6, Feb. 1934]

Yet striving still to gain the heights - Richard F. Searight "Winds" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.6, Feb. 1934]


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Stripped, bared, open to the public - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

The for-sale sign impales the front pasture - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Cut and prim, no trimmings left to save - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Men in tailored suits talk about dimensions - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Lizards present themselves on the basement stairs - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Worms dapple pears in the orchard - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Rust scratches on rust in wind, noise unheard - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Death can empty a house of shoes worn and new - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"

Fossils littering the banks of the creek - Margo Taft Stever "For Sale"


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Bears a heavy chain of bitter sorrow - M.B.S. "Memory" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10, no.280, 27 Oct. 1827]

The source from whence his sorrows flow - M.B.S. "Memory" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10, no.280, 27 Oct. 1827]

Memory brings our sorrows all to light - M.B.S. "Memory" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10, no.280, 27 Oct. 1827]

To fix her seat of empire in his mind - M.B.S. "Memory" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10, no.280, 27 Oct. 1827]

Before the weary traveller's cheated eye - M.B.S. "Memory" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10, no.280, 27 Oct. 1827]


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Posting missives of hidden love for strangers - Tobias Seamon "A Daybook of Devils"

Secret admirer to the all-alone - Tobias Seamon "A Daybook of Devils"

And make peppermint resolutions to the New Year - Tobias Seamon "A Daybook of Devils"

Leering ruefully at broken promises - Tobias Seamon "A Daybook of Devils"

Like eventual witnesses will outlive your boast - Tobias Seamon "Deities"

Spectral and uncertain under the fog - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Reading circular augurs of light - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Eyes imprisoned behind crimson bars of light - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Nothing at all except Time which owns all things - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Were created not with light but clay - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Banished to the night and the wilderness - Tobias Seamon "Halos"

Tradition is capable of crossing any ocean - Tobias Seamon "Letter from the Old World"

Roads and terrible things in dark turnings - Tobias Seamon "Near Life Experience"

The curiosity of ghosts relating boneyard tales - Tobias Seamon "Near Life Experience"

With tales of spears and distant victories - Tobias Seamon "We Asked"


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A body must remind itself to keep living - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

Messenger, builder, or destroyer - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

A cotton-cloud nomenclature for crusade - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

A jaw slackened into an open dream - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

The drama of the body's own substances meeting - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

Altered by a new story called chemical reaction - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

And find this narrative of resistance - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

A long story carried out to a soft conclusion - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

Unremembered until this place is made of only ourselves - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"

Layered with paints and cut paper - Leslie Contreras Schwartz "A Body's Universe of Big Bangs"


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First saw fire on the tragic slopes - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Big with wrecked promises and abandoned hopes - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Broke in a surf of blood along the Aisne - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Torn in the stark branches of the riven pines - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Traced the wide curve of the close-grappling lines - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Fog that on the withered hill froze before dawn - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Winter constellations blazing forth - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Aglow with the pale rocket's intermittent light - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

The rumble of far battles in the night - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

For all the dear things I forfeited a recompense - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Like balefire through inclement nights - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Where the watchlights on the winter hills flickered - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Hearts worthy of the honor and the trial - Alan Seeger "The Aisne (1914-15)"

Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast - Alan Seeger "At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America--November, 1912"

Their low calumny and sneering cries - Alan Seeger "At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America--November, 1912"

Filling a little pond's untroubled glass - Alan Seeger "Bellinglise"

Through shady groves and fields of unmown grass - Alan Seeger "Bellinglise"

The huntsman's horn echoing from far made sweet - Alan Seeger "Bellinglise"

Serried cannon thunder night and more - Alan Seeger "Bellinglise"

Trace in white fire the brave frontiers - Alan Seeger "Bellinglise"

That concentrates the sunshine and the beauty of the world - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

Whose footsteps yet may tread the undisturbed, delightful paths - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

Lies at peace beneath the eternal fusillade - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

From shame and menace free - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

Esteeming less the forfeit that he paid - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

Made his breast the bulwark and blood the moat - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

Coveting no higher plane than nature - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

In the anguish of atrocious hours - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

In the wine that ripened where they fell - Alan Seeger "Champagne, 1914-15"

At some disputed barricade - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

When Spring comes back with rustling shade - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

When Spring brings back blue days and fair - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

And close my eyes and quench my breath - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

On some scarred slope of battered hill - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

Deep pillowed in silk and scented down - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

At midnight in some flaming town - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

And I to my pledged word am true - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

I shall not fail that rendezvous - Alan Seeger "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"

Conceived beneath another star - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Had been a prince and played with life - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

The fair things my faith has merited - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Those that make romance of poverty - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Whispered by summer wind and summer sea - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Known incarnate in the hours it lies all warm - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

This dream that lightened me through lonesome ways - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

That no disappointment made less dear - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

The mist Death only can make clear - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Like Brunhilde ringed with flaming fire - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

What shall ease my heart's immense desire - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

That thought shall nerve our sinews on the day - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

When to the last assault our bugles blow - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Reckless of pain and peril - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"
Hearts aflame and bayonets bare - Alan Seeger "Liebestod"

Lichened stones by fifty years made gray - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

With twigs of lilac and spring's earliest rose - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Not unmindful of the antique debt - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Came back the generous path of Lafayette - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

On those furthest rims of hallowed ground - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Where the forlorn, the gallant charge expires - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Withered beneath the shrapnel's iron showers - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Grim clusters under thorny trellises - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Earth in her divine indifference rolls on - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Prate to be heard and caper to be seen - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

No human presences their witness are - Alan Seeger "Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France"

Sighs with the muffled tumult of the surf - Alan Seeger "On the Cliffs, Newport"

And through a thousand stars find out the road - Alan Seeger "Resurgam"

Not that I always struck the proper mean - Alan Seeger "Sonnet II [Not that I always struck the proper mean]"

The stars and my high thoughts for company - Alan Seeger "Sonnet II [Not that I always struck the proper mean]"

The sense of space and amplitude - Alan Seeger "Sonnet II [Not that I always struck the proper mean]"

Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you - Alan Seeger "Sonnet IX [Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed)]"

Now turn we joyful to the great attacks - Alan Seeger "Sonnet IX [Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed)]"

Justice trampled on and Courage downed - Alan Seeger "To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War"


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A look they share with the acid-eater - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"

The dark side lighted only by the cycles of the moon - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"

The world of night is their kingdom - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"

Clearly reflected in the dark space of her eyes - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"

Using the game to create the essential essence - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"

The music of her distant siblings dying - Heather Shaw "The Children of the Moon"


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Too long I've been in exile - Marge Simon "The Astronaut's Return"

Our cherished histories endure within the sea - Marge Simon "The Astronaut's Return"

Our lives part of the elemental clock - Marge Simon "The Astronaut's Return"

Leave answers to forgotten questions - Marge Simon "The Holes Through which the Scarabs Come"

Announced the thunderous entry of passing souls - Marge Simon "The Holes Through which the Scarabs Come"

Ever in motion to stay alive - Marge Simon "The Native Finds Her in the Wreckage"

Those with destinies die complete - Marge Simon "Plaster Messiahs"

Dig holes into the water to find the fish - Marge Simon "Plaster Messiahs"

A broken door I struggle with, but cannot open - Marge Simon "Plaster Messiahs"

The debris of loneliness and bygone times - Marge Simon "Sightings: Fritz Leiber"

An elevator hauled by golden chains - Marge Simon "Sightings: Algis Budrys"

Reminders, a company of ghosts, prisoners in kind - Marge Simon "Spacers' Prison"

Blood on leather, a rain of shadows - Marge Simon "Spacers' Prison"

A wraparound window overlooking the universe - Marge Simon "Sturgeon Crosses Over"

Immersed in the creation of new worlds - Marge Simon "Sturgeon Crosses Over"

Themes from a lifetime of words on paper - Marge Simon "Sturgeon Crosses Over"

A game of rooks & bishops on an expanding board - Marge Simon "Sturgeon Crosses Over"


Collaboration between Marge Simon & Bruce Boston.


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we are taught the beauty of the rose - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

the serenity of the soft and the still - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

the austerity of silver stars in a winter sky - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

the soaring of voices to untouchable heights - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

the beauty of the spinning knife catching the light - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

catching the light of the day that will never repeat - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

we may never speak the beauty we saw - ire'ne lara silva "el abanico" [Poetry April 2025]

fear will never make you stronger - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

when the body does not obey - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

the constant battle of necessity versus necessity - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

the choices we make out of fear - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

blood turned against itself - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

the enemy everywhere within and without - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

a war always claims casualties - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

the first part of the dream is learning to listen - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

until you are the one writing the song - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

learning love one utterance at a time - ire'ne lara silva "blood.sugar.canto"

the world will not end if i love who i love - ire'ne lara silva "machetona"

if i say this place belongs to me too - ire'ne lara silva "machetona"

the world will not end if i live - ire'ne lara silva "machetona"

carved me from the old mesquite that stretched impossibly - ire'ne lara silva "me llamo viento"

laughing as he changed the lyrics about Pancho Villa - ire'ne lara silva "me llamo viento"

and makes my name a true name - ire'ne lara silva "me llamo viento"

born of struggling and dreaming and training - ire'ne lara silva "lo nuestro"

becoming one body one heart one mind one spirit - ire'ne lara silva "lo nuestro"

crossed and recrossed and uncrossed and unmade borders - ire'ne lara silva "lo nuestro"

things in life that can't be renounced - ire'ne lara silva "lo nuestro"

surrendering has never been an option - ire'ne lara silva "lo nuestro"

didn't have time for ribbons or petticoats - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

and paid the price of not learning - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

we taught each other when we did not know - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

men rewrite history with impunity - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

blood spilt on the ground does not know how to be silent - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

in this life in the afterlife or the life before the stories - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"

the living can be silenced the dead cannot - ire'ne lara silva "what the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1"


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Silken strings would draw a dance - John M. Synge "Beg-Innish"

Till stars look out to see the dance - John M. Synge "Beg-Innish"

Ten will quench his bloody eyes - John M. Synge "Danny"

And ten will choke his gullet - John M. Synge "Danny"

For my poor passage to the stall of night - John M. Synge "On an Anniversary"

Washed the shirts of seven men - John M. Synge "On an Island"

Now we'll dance to jigs and reels - John M. Synge "On an Island"

Lived with the sunshine, and the moon's delight - John M. Synge "Prelude"

And did but half remember human words - John M. Synge "Prelude"


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Instead of an entire carafe of coffee - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

My cells are exploding into a wasting lament - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

On the other side of this swamp of dark water - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

The swamps morph into the mountains of your childhood - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

Continue to drive through hornets - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

The god of the underworld has let you go - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

Will protect you with his anger and melancholy - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

Leave with the violence of an exorcism - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

Something with no substance surrounds you - Sandra Simonds "It's Going to Hurt" [Poetry May 2017]

Maybe pain adds to the sea - Sandra Simonds "Lindos, Greece"


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Silent benedictions closing autumn's gorgeous ritual - Marjorie Allen Seiffert "November Afternoon" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]

Lift our eyes to the altar of distant hills - Marjorie Allen Seiffert "November Afternoon" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]

How can I guess the visions of your spirit - Marjorie Allen Seiffert "November Afternoon" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]

Drowned in electric lights - Marjorie Seiffert "The Picnic"

In the same wistful wonder - Marjorie Seiffert "The Picnic"

Sleeping peacefully in the starlight - Marjorie Seiffert "The Picnic"


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moonlight perched above the town - Jake Skeets "Anthropocene: A Dictionary"

the earth shines black in the sirens - Jake Skeets "Anthropocene: A Dictionary"

northward fire twists around the shrublands - Jake Skeets "Anthropocene: A Dictionary"

Drenched between the hours - Jake Skeets "Anthropocenic"

When water undresses into tar sands - Jake Skeets "Anthropocenic"

Narrow miracles and answers set to stone - Jake Skeets "Anthropocenic"

Siphon doubt from his throat - Jake Skeets "Buffalograss"

In between the letters are boots crushing tumbleweeds - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

Go for the foul with thirty seconds left - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

Gray highway veins narrow - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

Dollar bills for his index and ring fingers - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

The sky places an arm on the near hills - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

An owl has a skeleton of three letters - Jake Skeets "Drunktown"

water and sun race every infinite evening - Jake Skeets "Eating Wild Carrots with My Brothers on the Mesa"

winter with its obsessed wind - Jake Skeets "Eating Wild Carrots with My Brothers on the Mesa"

each spring that see storm after storm - Jake Skeets "Eating Wild Carrots with My Brothers on the Mesa"

pasqueflowers open their palms to straight rain - Jake Skeets "Eating Wild Carrots with My Brothers on the Mesa"

Holdover from last season's wilds - Jake Skeets "If Fire"

Bursts into dandelion seeds - Jake Skeets "In the Fields"

Mud water puddles along enamel - Jake Skeets "In the Fields"

Milk vetch, tumbleweed, and sticker bush - Jake Skeets "In the Fields"

Beneath the sumac, yarrow, and bitter water - Jake Skeets "In the Fields"

A generator station opens its eye - Jake Skeets "Let There Be Coal"

Her stories coiled in warp and wool - Jake Skeets "Let There Be Coal"

Bring in the coal that dyes our hands black - Jake Skeets "Let There Be Coal"

and the night turns over a millennia - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

deserts build water so drink the lightning - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

velvet ants and paper wasps testify - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

sandstone bones are left long under sage - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

atmospheric heat to storm and swallow - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

a city that too builds its water from fly ash - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

the cactus wren finished the lightning - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"

thorns in the inches of light sunsets have - Jake Skeets "Sonoran Desert Poem"


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In this wisdom of the Holly Tree - Robert Southey "The Holly Tree"

The smooth temper of my age - Robert Southey "The Holly Tree"

That I never might need them at last - ascribed to 'Mr. Southey' "The Old Man's Comforts, and How He Gained Them" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge issue 9, May 26, 1832]

Lament not the days that are gone - ascribed to 'Mr. Southey' "The Old Man's Comforts, and How He Gained Them" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge issue 9, May 26, 1832]

That I never might grieve for the past - ascribed to 'Mr. Southey' "The Old Man's Comforts, and How He Gained Them" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge issue 9, May 26, 1832]


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Teases string theory and quantum mechanics - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Detached from earth and earthly voice - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Preaches the holy search for a Grand Unifying Theory - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

For the light that shines there, waiting - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

In those beautiful, too-brief moments - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Through worlds they will explore over the coming years - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Across time stretching infinitely far - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Past visible borders and boundaries - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Carried on the equations of wings - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

The celestial swan that once dreamed itself a person - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

Slipped down from starry heavens to walk in other step - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

To make shadow play of their contents on the walls - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"

And basks in the warmth of these still-fragile stars - Kaya Skovdatter "What Beautiful Heavens These"


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In his eternal books of fate are written - Spenser "Death" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

Holds the world in his still changing state - Spenser "Death" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

Arachne high did lift her cunning web - Edmund Spenser "The House of Richesse"

Overgrowne with dust and old decay - Edmund Spenser "The House of Richesse"

But a faint shadow of uncertain light - Edmund Spenser "The House of Richesse"

That have abundance at their will - Spenser "Mind" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.379, 4 July 1829]

The sun that measures heaven all day long - Spenser "Rest" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

Panting hounds beguiled of their prey - Edmund Spenser "Sonnet"

Distempered through misrules and passions - Spenser "Temperance" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]


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One moment see that which before me lies - Alan Sullivan "Confession, Creed, and Prayer"

My finite heart shrinks from the infinite - Alan Sullivan "Confession, Creed, and Prayer"

My fears, in bitterness and sorrow, void of tears - Alan Sullivan "Confession, Creed, and Prayer"

Whose tranquil orb resplendent sails the ethereal main - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

For ever braving the celestial gales - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Eyes that keep eternal watch, unshaken, strong, and true - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Redolent with balm of myrtle, orange, and the rose - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Whose trumpet voice can shake the shuddering echoes of the cave - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Consumes the glowing heart of earth - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Of worlds unborn and planets that have been - Alan Sullivan "A Question"

Felt my soul within me reel and sway - Alan Sullivan "A Vision"

Until it reached those barriers Elysian - Alan Sullivan "A Vision"

Creates one great impassable division twixt us and our desire - Alan Sullivan "A Vision"

Such forms as haunt our loveliest dreams - Alan Sullivan "A Vision"

The wandering phantom bride - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"

A whisper of life in the grey dead trees - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"

So come when the moon is enthroned in the sky - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"

The mystery that none but her children know - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"

Taste of the rest that the weary crave - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"

Stars above us, depths beneath us - Alan Sullivan "The Widower's Lullaby"

Spellbound, silent, down a shimmering track of light - Alan Sullivan "The Widower's Lullaby"


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Pour forth their free, harmonious song - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

And chased the tear that sorrow sheds - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

Charms that win even the bird encaged - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

And in such rich abundance given - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

Nor is this splendid cage a home - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

Unshackled sail the ambient air - E.C.S. "The Encaged Bird to His Mistress" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]


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The glory from my ardent soul is fading - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

A tempest withers Hope's reviving flowers - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Leaves its light echo joyously behind - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Can Fate her stern course alter? - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Are they not shadows of the brightness gone - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

The fond heart faint, the red lip falter - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Leaving me mournful memories alone - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]

Whose light is quenched in tears - L.B. Smith "Sadness" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.5, November 1837]


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Hunched inside a walled city built of books - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

All our sordid stories spun in fragment - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

In tongues bound and gagged to bare belief - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

Small fibs brought home to nest - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

Bloodred with hemlock and cedar tannin - M. Bartley Seigel "At the Mouth of the Gratiot"

Bent from burden and burned to the filter - M. Bartley Seigel "Beach Glass"

Gear and pulley, all coiled spring and iron will - M. Bartley Seigel "Beach Glass"

The ticker tape clacking from between your clenched teeth - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Crack the lock on this bone box - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

In moons above the velvet of my trembling fear - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Rewind the spring assembly to set broken gears in motion - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

I wear juniper against moments like this - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Our ten thousand secrets between us - M. Bartley Seigel "Birch Oil, Smoke, Pine Tar, Switch"

Shading hollow eyes from a badger sun - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

So many spirits named in candle flame - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

Inside the closed circle of memory - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

Placing found feathers into an old coffee can - M. Bartley Seigel "Body as Burning Bush, All the Snakes"

Shameless and dirty against the coming cockcrow - M. Bartley Seigel "Bottled Letters to Former Lovers"

We stumble into our open topographies - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

In a rage that won't kindle, won't burn - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

Our oxidation too slow for the tasks at hand - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

As if we were lost and might never be found - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

So riotously harnessed to the work of living - M. Bartley Seigel "Copper Dog"

The drowned forest swallows him whole - M. Bartley Seigel "The Drowned Forest Swallows Him"

The past won't hear our apologies - M. Bartley Seigel "Etched in Gemstone and Antler"

Find traces of laughter in the night sky - M. Bartley Seigel "Etched in Gemstone and Antler"

One torn page of mud song - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Creeps rebellious through crack and crevice - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Where a wreck of smokestack mumbles through a mouthful of stars - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Mumbled passions calling collect - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Me and my echo shrill in the dark hills - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Dead black farms under stars and more stars - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

A sad song spun from sugar to the clamor of tin - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Liberated, exulting from your upraised hands - M. Bartley Seigel "A Good Omen"

Into a tangled thicket of future hopes and sorrows - M. Bartley Seigel "A Good Omen"

Won't budge the moon in her orbit - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

Blasts the dweller in white-hot cinder and ash - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

That some leave to behold stars once again - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

That's a dose tough to cook in a spoon - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

The turning of thistle and thorn - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Memory tidally locked and phasing like moonglow - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Greenstone billions of years beneath the trillium - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

The chorus that is starshine in our eyes - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Sung by the wind in the balsam and cedar - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

From the northeast upon a light too faint to speak - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

All breaking whitecap and red, beating heart - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

I extend my hands to cup the stories - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

Hoping I don't drown in waters I can't fathom - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

Tea cedar, crow feather, and first snow - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

The earth's moist breath still fogging the looking glass - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Before the first big freeze cracks ironwood - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

The wind hag is just now beginning her November dance - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Superior throbbing her meter deep into the basalt - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

We feel the forest vibrate in omen - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Casting spells against the coming darkness - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Our feral voices blanketed by starshine - M. Bartley Seigel "A Joyful Noise"

But what are words against the coming gale? - M. Bartley Seigel "Lake Superior"

Tall as a story spun moon to sun - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Leaf and needle dancing around the drum - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Patience as weapon, wheel, and medicine - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

In the hushed silence of the seventh dawn - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Between the crow's return and chorus frog - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Something is forgotten and left behind - M. Bartley Seigel "Love Is Made from Laughter, Fists, Tears, and Forgetting"

Pondering the sky while our sacred waters run out - M. Bartley Seigel "Love Is Made from Laughter, Fists, Tears, and Forgetting"

Spins thirst into fairy tale sparking brush fire - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

The clocks have stopped and the doors have fallen - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

Our dreams painted in thunder and antimony - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

Our souls thrilling to their quickening tempest - M. Bartley Seigel "Manitou"

We raise up our hands into laceworks of lightning - M. Bartley Seigel "Manitou"

Our dusty vacuum tubes still warm to the pinch of electricity - M. Bartley Seigel "The Mosquito Inn"

Words to be thrown back at us like bricks - M. Bartley Seigel "Mouths to Feed"

Will end in an enormous exhalation of relief - M. Bartley Seigel "Mouths to Feed"

Whispering its dreams into our tin ears - M. Bartley Seigel "Nearing the End of the Anthropocene"

Attentive to the contours and currents of the land - M. Bartley Seigel "Nearing the End of the Anthropocene"

Nowhere sliced thin to the bone - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Mnemonic geographies, outer rim reminds - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

The chemistry of obscure state statistics - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Wandering aimlessly down the muddy margins - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Between the echo of penny candy, arcade fire - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Together, we'll bleed this bear of its bad blood - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Back of the Camp"

Sitting in the weeds at the edge of the forest - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Our third eyes watch for black helicopters - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Collapsing stars all gamma and radio pulse - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Our night terrors embroidered skyfall - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Let me taste your eye candy - M. Bartley Seigel "Outside the U.P. Pub, Calumet, Michigan"

For the eye of the needle in the haystack - M. Bartley Seigel "Outside the U.P. Pub, Calumet, Michigan"

His reciprocity opens a small hole in space-time - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Through which a murmuration of ancestors pour - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Gratitude in whatever language they whisper - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Mirage of elliptical orbit and dust - M. Bartley Seigel "Super Flower Blood Moon"

Worried threadbare the slopes rising ahead - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

I have calculated the paradox - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Somewhere deep in my sheltered bones - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Lost children wandering in a burning wood - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Wrapped tight in stinging nettles - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Lottery cards etched in bad blood - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Too far into the twilight of my obsessions - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Entire beaches stand up to walk away - M. Bartley Seigel "Wave After Wave"

A strong swimmer won't last ten wet minutes - M. Bartley Seigel "Wave After Wave"

Gooseflesh migrating across vast expanses of skin - M. Bartley Seigel "We Shed Our Clothes Like Leaves"

Splashed against the backdrop of stunted shrub and lichen - M. Bartley Seigel "We Shed Our Clothes Like Leaves"

Before the coming dream, before dirt and time - M. Bartley Seigel "We Tremble Before the Coming Dream"

Huddled close within, bound tight - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

All soft procedure and steel will - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

To shed at last our husks and laud into light - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

As the fires of the world burn to ash and shadow - M. Bartley Seigel "Winter Solstice"

Come in to help keep the flame - M. Bartley Seigel "Winter Solstice"

Their chorus swelling back into our darkest tunnels - M. Bartley Seigel "Wolf Hymn"

To listen in a language almost forgotten - M. Bartley Seigel "Wolf Hymn"

We sacrifice our birds before they nest - M. Bartley Seigel "Wrap the Next Hour in Rice Paper"

Keep the naming eye level with the prize - M. Bartley Seigel "Wrap the Next Hour in Rice Paper"


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Woven of a thousand strands - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"

The cool fragrance of the first lilac - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"

Wild mint in the wood - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"

The leaping of the red squirrel - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"

The commotion of stars and clouds - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"

Made of the South Wind and the West Wind - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"


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Those peacocks in the ditches - Gerald Stern "Bruce"

Rooted in canyons you can't imagine - Gerald Stern "Crosshatching"

After the hottest May and the coldest June - Gerald Stern "Dandelions"

Never trusted his paradise - Gerald Stern "E. P. 1"

I have been a mother to geese - Gerald Stern "Egg"

Some keeper of music will know - Gerald Stern "Exordium and Terminus"

Of what was doomsday then - Gerald Stern "Exordium and Terminus"

The geese have their heaven - Gerald Stern "Grass and Water"

Sudden subtle bridges - Gerald Stern "Grass and Water"

Not for one good second - Gerald Stern "Grass and Water"

The stabbed uprooted sycamore - Gerald Stern "Grass and Water"

In that ruined mountain city - Gerald Stern "The Hammer"

The more blurred our love was - Gerald Stern "Hearts"

And is the rooster loyal - Gerald Stern "In Time"

Even the robin could hear - Gerald Stern "Justice"

Have listened to and lived with grasshoppers - Gerald Stern "Mimi"

So thin the clouds went through it - Gerald Stern "Mimi"

Stand for me as a cipher - Gerald Stern "Pag"

Closer by an inch to the sun - Gerald Stern "Places You Wouldn't Believe"

Mercy at the makeshift desk - Gerald Stern "Places You Wouldn't Believe"

That fought over the eggshells - Gerald Stern "Salt"

And Moses alone was the light - Gerald Stern "Samaritans"

Shadows caught with our mouths open - Gerald Stern "Ted Rosenberg"

Nineteen poets sitting on their thrones - Gerald Stern "Ted Rosenberg"

How a candle instructed me - Gerald Stern "Winter Thirst"

Coal fumes and the rawness of locusts - Gerald Stern "You"


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That may inherit so much bitterness - W. Horry Stilwell "Lines to --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.6, June 1848]

No rack to ring with deeper agony - W. Horry Stilwell "Lines to --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.6, June 1848]

To move the waters in our soul's deep well - W. Horry Stilwell "Lines to --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.6, June 1848]

Breaks upon the surface of life's charmed pool - W. Horry Stilwell "Lines to --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.6, June 1848]

The yearning of the soul toward one allied - W. Horry Stilwell "Lines to --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.6, June 1848]


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Hoping its way to the rainbow warrior aurora - Faye Susan "Lego Rhapsody" [Strange Horizon 26 May 2025]

Solutions are plethora, when lacking clutch power - Faye Susan "Lego Rhapsody" [Strange Horizon 26 May 2025]

Vignettes of the tomato latticed community gardens - Faye Susan "Lego Rhapsody" [Strange Horizon 26 May 2025]

The disembodied watcher sees beyond - Faye Susan "Lego Rhapsody" [Strange Horizon 26 May 2025]

Sorting through the lost and found - Faye Susan "Lego Rhapsody" [Strange Horizon 26 May 2025]


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A thousand songbirds passing over the lake - Maura Stanton "A Night in Chicago"

Hears swelling choruses in the sycamores - Maura Stanton "A Night in Chicago"

Calling for music in that silent space - Maura Stanton "A Night in Chicago"

The final swing of the songbird migration - Maura Stanton "A Night in Chicago"

On the shore beside the Lethe - Maura Stanton "Wander Indiana"


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The children follow where Psyche flies - Stagnelius "Kaspar's Song in Varda" transl. by Rudyard Kipling [Traffics and Discoveries]

Slash with a net at the empty skies - Stagnelius "Kaspar's Song in Varda" transl. by Rudyard Kipling [Traffics and Discoveries]

And sting their toes on the nettle-tops - Stagnelius "Kaspar's Song in Varda" transl. by Rudyard Kipling [Traffics and Discoveries]

After a thousand scratches and scrambles - Stagnelius "Kaspar's Song in Varda" transl. by Rudyard Kipling [Traffics and Discoveries]

Radiant Psyches raised from the dead - Stagnelius "Kaspar's Song in Varda" transl. by Rudyard Kipling [Traffics and Discoveries]


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Window panes breaking in slow motion - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"

Build separate homes from red tag items - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"

How one builds a house from the inside - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"

All the time we buy back - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"

Parents or partners to plants - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

The moon a parabola to our party - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

Herbs and succulents on their windowsills - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

Now steals thyme with me - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

Her forest of planted avocado jars - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

Meal planning with a sweet tooth - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

A garden of all we've loved - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

How the sun stays lit during an eclipse - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Silhouette"

An unnamed earthquake - Janice Lobo Sapigao "There Will Be No Funeral"

How it stretches a sunset - Janice Lobo Sapigao "There Will Be No Funeral"

When only darkness has the space - Janice Lobo Sapigao "There Will Be No Funeral"

When we can't afford our grief - Janice Lobo Sapigao "There Will Be No Funeral"

The beer and barbecue footnote - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"

Each word sharpening a knife - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"

Sausage cackling char on the grill - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"

My voice a fire extinguisher - Janice Lobo Sapigao "Uncles"


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Olympus and its gods I spurn - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Who scorned the bigot's yoke - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Unshaken through the strife of storms - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Art's trophied dwelling, learning's green retreat - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

By valour guarded, and by victory crowned - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

And to a world of darkness turned - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

When Israel's race from bondage fled - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Signs from on high the wanderers led - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

The exile sought a place of rest - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

One dared with him to burst the knot - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Trod the shore with girded heart - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Who smote the power of kings - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Who the dark defeat would dare - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

And waves of winter darkness roam - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Upon the barren sands they bow - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

There falls the iron from the soul - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Kingdoms built in blood and guilt - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Where our banished Fathers strayed - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

By centuries now the glorious hour we mark - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

To these shores they steered their shattered bark - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

That bore the tidings to our kindred shore - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Down from his forfeit throne - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Beneath the invader's evil eye - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

What first your sleeping wrath awoke? - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Nor leave a battle-blade undrawn - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Oblivion's shadows close around their triumphs - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Time-crowned columns stand on high - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

To bless his coming and embalm his end - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Upheld by inward power alone - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Unhonoured by the world's loud tongue - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

The fiercer flame that kindles with a name - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

To ask what triumphs marked our age - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Through the long line of future days - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Was wooed to temperance and to truth - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

That poured its sunlight o'er the heart - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

Far from the thorny paths of life they stood - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"

When others come their kindred debt to pay - Charles Sprague "An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City"


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That loves in strife to riot - Thomas G. Spear "The Choice of Hearts" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.6, Dec. 1841]

That spurns control in every place - Thomas G. Spear "The Choice of Hearts" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.6, Dec. 1841]

That thrives amidst confusion - Thomas G. Spear "The Choice of Hearts" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.6, Dec. 1841]

That brooks no man's dictation - Thomas G. Spear "The Choice of Hearts" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.6, Dec. 1841]

Trac'd in blood upon the scroll of time - Thomas G. Spear "Elegy of the Fate of Jane M'Crea" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.4, Apr. 1842]

Beacon of my trusting heart - T.G. Spear "I Cling to Thee"

From out the chambers of my mind - T.G. Spear "I Cling to Thee"

Nor fell Misfortune's friendless sway - T.G. Spear "I Cling to Thee"

And light my worldly path no more - T.G. Spear "I Cling to Thee"


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And half my course is well-nigh run - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

I fumbled fortune, flouted fate - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Those who matched me in the race - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Midnight feast and famished dawn - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Ere Fate writes Finis to the tome - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Watch me grow younger every year - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Has the cut of a naked knife - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

And the stars are rapier keen - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

Home to your place of power and pride - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

All alone in the splendid emptiness - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

What did your deep damnation prove? - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

With the width of a world between - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

Has hidden it in the secret heart of the Wild - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

Welling back from the raw, red dawn of life - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

A mad sun goading to frenzied flame - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

A sudden sense of the frozen void - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

The aching gleam and the hush of dream - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

The caribou shadow the shining plain - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

You have held the throne of the Great Unknown - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"

Strung your soul to silence - Robert W. Service "The Call of the Wild"

A whisper on the night-wind - Robert W. Service "The Call of the Wild"

A star agleam to guide us - Robert W. Service "The Call of the Wild"

When even the worst is said - Robert W. Service "Cheer"

Weird shadows jigged athwart the gloom - Robert W. Service "The Dreamer"

Bring their prize assassins to the bloody work - Robert W. Service "The Dreamer"

Give your gold no acid test - Robert W. Service "Dreams Are Best"

Fortressed in your solitude - Robert W. Service "Dreams Are Best"

Truth's a minion of the mind - Robert W. Service "Dreams Are Best"

Fallen brains and hearts of brass - Robert W. Service "Dreams Are Best"

Who have trusted the trail - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

Who are strong to withstand - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

Who are swift to assail - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

Vintage of desperate years - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

The lure of your trail - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

And fight under the vampire wing - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

Reaping a barren grain - Robert W. Service "L'Envoi"

Have dipped pen in your heart - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

Singing his glad, mad songs of earth - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

In the abyss his soul he stripped - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

Wrestled with God for the sacred fire - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

The stories we do not dare to tell - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

Locked in the silence of the heart - Robert W. Service "The Ghosts"

Your rafters are scribbled with adage and rhyme - Robert W. Service "Good-Bye, Little Cabin"

Dimmed with tobacco and dream - Robert W. Service "Good-Bye, Little Cabin"

If I should perish my ghost will come back - Robert W. Service "Good-Bye, Little Cabin"

A cast-iron smile of joy - Robert W. Service "Grin"

I'd lie and listen to eternity passing over - Robert W. Service "Heart o' the North"

Bare their fangs unto the moon - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

Keep their tryst with the tranquil snows - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

Where the silences are spawned - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

And the light of hell-fire flows - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

The lure of the timeless things - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

Yet the Wild must win in the end - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"

Pinned between subway and overhead train - Robert W. Service "I'm Scared of it All"

My ultimate valleys where solitude reigns - Robert W. Service "I'm Scared of it All"

Prowl in the canyons of dismal unrest - Robert W. Service "I'm Scared of it All"

The insolent towers that sprawl to the sky - Robert W. Service "I'm Scared of it All"

To be starving on rabbits up there - Robert W. Service "I'm Scared of it All"

Clutched the reins of a shooting star - Robert W. Service "The Junior God"

A little beat within the heart of Time - Robert W. Service "Just Think!"

Lonely sunsets flare forlorn - Robert W. Service "The Land God Forgot"

Lordly mountains soar in scorn - Robert W. Service "The Land God Forgot"

A lone wolf howls his ancient rune - Robert W. Service "The Land God Forgot"

That dreams at the gates of the day - Robert W. Service "The Land of Beyond"

The vast pool of heaven star-spawned - Robert W. Service "The Land of Beyond"

Swift as the panther in triumph - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

Fierce as a bear in defeat - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

For a million years and a day - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

Gnawing the black crust of failure - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

Searching the pit of despair - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

In the flush of my midnight skies - Robert W. Service "The Law of the Yukon"

The frogs in frenzied chorus - Robert W. Service "The Logger"

To the swamp where the orchid glows - Robert W. Service "The Lone Trail"

Stark and sullen solitudes - Robert W. Service "The Lure of Little Voices"

Can take no bitter leaving - Robert W. Service "The Lure of Little Voices"

That all the market-place was thrilled to hear - Robert W. Service "The Man Who Knew"

Let us crown him where he sits apart - Robert W. Service "The Man Who Knew"

Down the scarlet glittering street - Robert W. Service "The March of the Dead"

All the crimson wrecks of pride - Robert W. Service "The March of the Dead"

Clutched in hollow hand of ice - Robert W. Service "The March of the Dead"

Sobbing on the bosom of the night - Robert W. Service "Music in the Bush"

Gleaned the triumphs of a day - Robert W. Service "Music in the Bush"

Herself a queen of song - Robert W. Service "Music in the Bush"

The witching strain of a waltz - Robert W. Service "New Year's Eve"

The bleak, barbarian pines - Robert W. Service "The Pines"

Ours to stronghold and defend - Robert W. Service "The Pines"

In the crash of the utter end - Robert W. Service "The Pines"

Ours from the bleak beginning - Robert W. Service "The Pines"

Where mocks that will-o'-wisp - Robert W. Service "Quatrains"

Held the joker and both bowers - Robert W. Service "Quatrains"

Where spheral voices blend - Robert W. Service "Quatrains"

Hang the astral chimes - Robert W. Service "Quatrains"

And sip the wealthy water - Robert W. Service "The Reckoning"

The water where the silver salmon play - Robert W. Service "The Rhyme of the Remittance Man"

Gilded galley-slaves of Mammon - Robert W. Service "The Rhyme of the Remittance Man"

Snow betrays the panther's track - Robert W. Service "The Rhyme of the Remittance Man"

Dreamed so much - Robert Service "Rose Leaves"

Hug them to my eager heart of fire - Robert W. Service "The Song of the Camp-Fire"

Soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign - Robert W. Service "The Song of the Camp-Fire"

Made me the devil's tool - Robert W. Service "The Song of the Wage-Slave"

Back to the woods repentant - Robert W. Service "The Song of the Wage-Slave"

The wilds where the caribou call - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Snows that are older than history - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Where the weird shadows slant - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Where the mountains are nameless - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

Luring me on as of old - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

The forests where silence has lease - Robert W. Service "The Spell of the Yukon"

The waves have a story to tell - Robert W. Service "The Three Voices"

The wind has a lesson to teach - Robert W. Service "The Three Voices"

The stars sing an anthem of glory - Robert W. Service "The Three Voices"

The lordly mountains soar in scorn - Robert Service "To C.M."

Monster mountains scrape the sky - Robert Service "To C.M."

A lone wolf howls his ancient rune - Robert Service "To C.M."

When time was yet our vassal - Robert W. Service "The Tramps"

Has lured me to the seven lonely seas - Robert W. Service "The Wanderlust"


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To follow phantoms that elude the grasp - Mrs. Seba Smith "Sonnet -- The Unattained" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.5, Nov. 1842]

Sorrow struggling with delight - Mrs. Seba Smith "Thou Hast Loved" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.1, July 1842]

The freighted ark of life lonely floating - Mrs. Seba Smith "Thou Hast Loved" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.1, July 1842]

Though it speak of hope the while - Mrs. Seba Smith "Thou Hast Loved" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.1, July 1842]

Fold its ruffled wing to rest - Mrs. Seba Smith "Thou Hast Loved" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.1, July 1842]

Bind the branch of promise ever - Mrs. Seba Smith "Thou Hast Loved" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.1, July 1842]

Liquid with the light of youth - Mrs. Seba Smith "To Fanny H***" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Stealing gladness from the skies - Mrs. Seba Smith "To Fanny H***" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Only known to souls of truth - Mrs. Seba Smith "To Fanny H***" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]


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The crooked steel teeth of the city - Aaron Smith "Boston"

Offered myself as sanctuary - Aaron Smith "Boston"

To be finished with desire - Aaron Smith "Boston"

But still it needs to be said - Aaron Smith "I'm Dating a Man Who's Married"

Spelling words with pills spilled - Aaron Smith "Still Life with Antidepressants"

At least today I want to - Aaron Smith "Still Life with Antidepressants"


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Where the lych-gate casts its cool dark shadow - G.S. [Georgina Stuart or Georgina Stewart] "Butterflies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 30 March 1878]

Swallows beneath the church eaves disturb them not - G.S. [Georgina Stuart or Georgina Stewart] "Butterflies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 30 March 1878]

Heed not bitter sobs or silent weeping - G.S. [Georgina Stuart or Georgina Stewart] "Butterflies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 30 March 1878]

By no rebuke is the sweet silence broken - G.S. [Georgina Stuart or Georgina Stewart] "Butterflies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 30 March 1878]

The soul's emblem meets my downcast eyes - G.S. [Georgina Stuart or Georgina Stewart] "Butterflies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, 30 March 1878]


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Walk vectors of sweet nothings - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Face to face with Monsanto - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Menacing random and illegal patterns - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Lies modified by art - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Of love tending toward catastrophe - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Ending in the underworld and unknowing - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Artfully held in the celestial rain - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Out of the frame into smoke and storm - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Guns and money swamping the stars - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Bewitched mixture of fuel with sea water - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

The necessary pigments and frankincense - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

The little spell of emptiness - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

The fret in place of a hero's rage - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Light scratches into all the surfaces - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Pulped and vectored like a virus - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Signatures of lightning - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Flights of sparrows and hooded crows - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Beauty as an agent to oblivion - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Remember the things spirited away - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

I walked in the garden of ruin - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The green-skinned, black-skinned garden of Osiris - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Where wallets are guns - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Whose shadow was punctured by unnumbered shafts - Bruce Smith "Garden"

At the borders between terror and wonder - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Between silence and Sinatra - Bruce Smith "Garden"

That rhymed wilderness and picturesque - Bruce Smith "Garden"

In the grapevine of Babylon - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The fiction of silence and a better self - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The garden of dates and pomegranates - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Turned my back on the abstract - Bruce Smith "Untitled [I turned my back on the color fields]"

In custody of a story - Bruce Smith "Untitled [I turned my back on the color fields]"

The old complaint of love and dollars - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

And love was a binary star - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Distant bodies eclipsing each other - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

With versions of gravity and light - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Bliss at having thieved identities - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

The sun clocks in to overwrite the night - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Hesitates for a second to be incarnate - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"


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And they danced on the frozen sea - Albert W. Smith "The Arctic Ball"

The North Wind blew on a big trombone - Albert W. Smith "The Arctic Ball"

Played tunes that would melt a stone - Albert W. Smith "The Arctic Ball"

An Iceberg waltzed with the Northern Light - Albert W. Smith "The Arctic Ball"

Their joints were rusty and out of repair - Albert W. Smith "The Arctic Ball"

A trip down to a boiling lake of brimstone - Albert W. Smith "The Boy and the Basilisk"

With small blue flames for garnishing - Albert W. Smith "The Boy and the Basilisk"

Who kept the boiling lake supplied with sulphur - Albert W. Smith "The Boy and the Basilisk"

His mirrored glance had sealed his fate - Albert W. Smith "The Boy and the Basilisk"

Once Hermes paused in arrowy flight - Albert W. Smith "The First Mist"

Planets roasted well and hung outside to cool - Albert W. Smith "The Giant"

And lights his match upon the moon - Albert W. Smith "The Giant"

Picks a little bunch of stars to deck his buttonhole - Albert W. Smith "The Giant"

Fair gardens long ago beneath a changing sky - Albert W. Smith "How It Happened"

Before Time started on his way - Albert W. Smith "Night and Day"

But ghosts might range abroad at will - Albert W. Smith "Night and Day"

Fearless of dawn and cock-crow shrill - Albert W. Smith "Night and Day"

Nor stopped for flood nor stick nor stone - Albert W. Smith "The North Wind"

The Sun crawled the course he used to run - Albert W. Smith "Overdone"

Where mermaids sing and take the air - Albert W. Smith "The Tides"

Grew pale and wan in the snapping cold - Albert W. Smith "The West Wind"

That a frozen Queen can't help me to reign - Albert W. Smith "The West Wind"

That I never shall see how the world turn round - Albert W. Smith "The West Wind"

To seek what fate might hand him out - Albert W. Smith "Why the Sea Is Salt"

Assorted nightmares galloped out - Albert W. Smith "Why the Sea Is Salt"


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Horse droppings and hard candy - Maggie Smith "Accidental Pastoral"

Unwrapping golden butterscotches - Maggie Smith "Accidental Pastoral"

Lost among the chestnut trees - Maggie Smith "Apologue (1)"

Who confuses wondering with wandering - Maggie Smith "Apologue (1)"

Stars smolder well into daylight - Maggie Smith "First Fall"

At least fifty percent terrible - Maggie Smith "Good Bones"

Between the day receding and what we recognize as morning - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

The sun cresting like a wave that won't break - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Dragging its shadow across the screen - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Let me speak on behalf of the good dark - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Tell the past the truth about itself - Maggie Smith "Joke"

Not a lie if the teller believes it - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

Reassure us of the world's wholeness - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

The narrative that makes them beautiful - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

Let us praise the ghost gardens - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Where perennials wake in competent dirt - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

And frame the absence of a house - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Needs another to chime against - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Instead praise meadow and ruin - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

A tigereye banded five kinds of gold - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

The sequin tree shaking its spangles - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

Whether we're looking or not - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

In distorted gold - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

Heat rises in distorted gold - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

Twisting anything seen through it - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

A broom being swept by the wind - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

The starlings choose one piece of sky - Maggie Smith "Starling"

A thousand arrows pointing in unison - Maggie Smith "Starling"

A door you can be on both sides of at once - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

To be on both sides of here and there - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

What did we call the life we would wish back? - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Any open space may be a threshold, an arch of entering and leaving - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Wading through nothing but timothy grass - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Passing through doorway after doorway after doorway - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Missed the last train out - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

Wove the long braid down my back - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

As if I'd forgotten your face - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

Levers and gears designed to conceal - Maggie Smith "Voting-Machine"

Where the partial precedes the whole - Maggie Smith "Voting-Machine"

I carried my fear of the world - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

And apprenticed myself to the fear - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Repaid me by teaching me how to carry it - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

As if it could protect me from the world - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Without knowing how to set it down - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Drizzles gold on her breakfast toast - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Casting smoke like a spell - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

As if smoke revises the story of the air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Forbidden lantern lit on the inside - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Honey is sweetness and fear - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

The bees have learned to embroider - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Stitch the sky with warnings - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

The sound of bees perforating the air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Though the thread too is air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Have scribbled myself inside it - Maggie Smith "Written Deer"

Either one could be erased - Maggie Smith "Written Deer"

Turned to ice and promised not to crack - Maggie Smith "You Could Never Take A Car to Greenland"

Unless we cut ourselves free - Maggie Smith "You Could Never Take A Car to Greenland"


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An echo of youth from its far sunny shore - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

Through the dim distant years it resoundeth - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

Mingled the feelings that arise with the strain - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

The home of my youth would be joyless to me - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

A bird's empty nest when the tenant has flown - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

Have dreamed of this land of the oak and the vine - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

And much we have cherished is lost to the sight - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]

One thing remains that they cannot control - I.A.S. [Isabella Ann Suverkrop] "In the Rhine Woods: Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.24-v.I, 14 June 1884]


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when you put a grenade under the throne of god - Elena Sichrovsky "What if We Held Hands and Blew Up Heaven" [Strange Horizons 9 Oct. 2023]

where to house all the lions and lambs - Elena Sichrovsky "What if We Held Hands and Blew Up Heaven" [Strange Horizons 9 Oct. 2023]

can't scrub the taste of charred feathers from my tongue - Elena Sichrovsky "What if We Held Hands and Blew Up Heaven" [Strange Horizons 9 Oct. 2023]

and all the lilies of the valley turn blood red - Elena Sichrovsky "What if We Held Hands and Blew Up Heaven" [Strange Horizons 9 Oct. 2023]

who put a picture window in heaven - Elena Sichrovsky "What if We Held Hands and Blew Up Heaven" [Strange Horizons 9 Oct. 2023]


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A flock of sparrows safe from hawks - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

A flurry of notes from Mozart - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

Swirled from seed to ceiling - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

Take grace where we find it - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

This month of flood, blackout and frustration - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

Float once more on sheer survival - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

The shadowy bliss we exist to explore - R.T. Smith "Hardware Sparrows"

With smoke still scumbling the air - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"

The phase after ripeness - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"

Know the bloodbath we inhabit - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"

A fragile moment as counterpoint - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"

A vase of mint sprigs and zinnias - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"

No other rebuttal to trust - R.T. Smith "Still Life: From the Notebook of Ambrose Bierce, 1862"


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The thick wind loosens into coolness - Jacob Shores-Argüello "The Names of Grasses"

Match heads that will light this nameless grass - Jacob Shores-Argüello "The Names of Grasses"

In this moment that is the sum of all moments - Jacob Shores-Argüello "The Names of Grasses"

As the great dog keeps on guarding me - Jacob Shores-Argüello "The Names of Grasses"

Whispers away the dying - Jacob Shores-Arguello "Workshop"

And maps the birds in his head - Jacob Shores-Arguello "Workshop"


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Reaching back into the dark century - David St. John "Alexandr Blok"

Imagined myself as the most lyrical shadow alive - David St. John "Alexandr Blok"

The forest is its own thanksgiving - David St. John "Beeches"

A kind of gorgeous illusory play - David St. John "Beeches"

White bars against the dark ochre matting - David St. John "Beeches"

With a nostalgia so perfumed by misery - David St. John "Beeches"

To say the forest is the sanctuary of ghosts - David St. John "Beeches"

Only everything you believe - David St. John "Before Dawn"

Failed lovers held apart from the world of flesh - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Stalwarts given to the joys of God - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Twin saints, unified in their beauty - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Bestowed and polished by poverty - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

The streets of stone the true saints walked - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Bird climbing the wheel of sky - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Growing so precisely redacted - David St. John "Generation"

Recordings of music at the end of the world - David St. John "Generation"

Danced the floors of cold longshoremen's halls - David St. John "Guitar"

Scaling its woven stairways - David St. John "Guitar"

Ripple through the meadow of lupine - David St. John "In the High Country"

One of Raphael's angels held within this hush - David St. John "In the High Country"

Onto her cold and bruised shoulders - David St. John "Iris"

The gravel under the garden path cracks - David St. John "Iris"

As I walk this long corridor of elms - David St. John "Iris"

Working dull shears in one hand - David St. John "Iris"

Icy & bitter fragrance in the wake - David St. John "Iris"

Where her secluded oak table always waited - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

As the bass player knocked out the bottom line - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

Those little mermaid tears running down her cheeks - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

How far his endless love had grown - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

He marked the circumference of the glare - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

Water from the lips of Orpheus - David St. John "Overlooking the Cortile"

An example of cliché so profuse it touched my heart - David St. John "The Park"

The mass of the pulsing foliage above - David St. John "The Park"

Simply realizing that she does not wish to go - David St. John "The Park"

The most extravagant light is Venetian - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Considered Venice an especially stony story - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Proposed Venice as the world's unconscious - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Our dank lagoon-cradle of all art - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Naming an arch of last goodbyes - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Masked Carnivale raccoons & fat possum shadows - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Always the saddest Venetian farewells - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"


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Ringing down the midnight's marble stair - Odell Shepard "Birds of Passage"

All the sheeted lake of sleeping silences - Odell Shepard "Birds of Passage"

Weaves on the shuttles of day and of night - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

The shades of our sorrow and shapes of delight - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

A tissue of gold for the midnight skies - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

The scarlet crimes and the crimson sins - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

Exiles of chaos crowd through the gloom - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

Will he leave the loom that he won from them - Odell Shepard "The Hidden Weaver"

Among the million mighty fires that blaze in the outer dark - Odell Shepard "Housemates"

Roll out across the dark their avalanche - Odell Shepard "Laus Mariae"

A wild voice lost in the wail of the wind - Odell Shepard "Laus Mariae"

Ancient arches dim with caverned twilight - Odell Shepard "Laus Mariae"

The breath of a forgotten singer's song - Odell Shepard "Laus Mariae"

Many a strange and tragic old sorrow - Odell Shepard "Proem [A Lonely Flute 1917]

Melodies of magic still slumber in the flute - Odell Shepard "Proem [A Lonely Flute 1917]

Tremulous over meadows rich with dawn - Odell Shepard "Recollection"

And draw the shadows down across my eyes - Odell Shepard "Recollection"

Wings vibrating from beyond the stars - Odell Shepard "Recollection"

All the phantom armies of the world - Odell Shepard "The Watcher in the Sky"

Resounding down the hollow halls of time - Odell Shepard "The Watcher in the Sky"

When Ninevah and Tyre and Baalbec of the waste went down in blood - Odell Shepard "The Watcher in the Sky"


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That Wisdom does not scorn - Anna Seward "Sonnet 92 [Behold that Tree, in Autumn's dim decay]"

Rolling oblivious o'er his nameless Waste - Anna Seward "To F.N.C., Esq. on His Poem 'The Fall of Needwood'"

Left their vales to Suns less ardent - Anna Seward "To F.N.C., Esq. on His Poem 'The Fall of Needwood'"

The loud Tyrant of the dying Year - Anna Seward "To F.N.C., Esq. on His Poem 'The Fall of Needwood'"

His polish'd umbrage an unfailing shield - Anna Seward "To F.N.C., Esq. on His Poem 'The Fall of Needwood'"


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Scythes the long-stemmed breaths in the room - Deema K. Shehabi "Gate of Freedom"

Husks of overgrown cells - Deema K. Shehabi "Gate of Freedom"

Stares through a sieve of darkness - Deema K. Shehabi "Gate of Freedom"

Hewn around dark-gray clouds - Deema K. Shehabi "Gate of Freedom"

Flung-out blue jays and limping Daddy long legs - Deema K. Shehabi "Gate of Freedom"

That listening is made for the ashen sky - Deema K. Shehabi "Migrant Earth"

Which lingers like weeping at dawn - Deema K. Shehabi "Migrant Earth"

Perform ablutions in the ashen forehead of sky - Deema K. Shehabi "Migrant Earth"

You donate your secret to June's long days - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

The color of my suffering is green unaware - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

I retrieve my guilt and confess it to the sky - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

Touch me like sunset on granite - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

Whose unmooring prowls in us now? - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

Why do we short the long of desire? - Deema K. Shehabi "Solstice Pantoum"

While grazing on memory's lawn - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

Beating in the sky's eardrum - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

Grazing on memory's lawn in the sun - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

What goes extinct while grazing on memory's lawn - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

A rosette of moth wings - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

A cool blue cluttered with your lips - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"

Begins with your right hand over mine - Deema K. Shehabi "Vista"


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Some of the poems these are drawn from need warnings for use of slurs and for general imperialist/colonialist morality.


Cloud-haunted turrets pointing high - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Amavi"

To sweeter portions of the dream - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Amavi"

Melodious thunders shake the ground - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Apollo"

Many a famous tap of ale - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

The fire-lit pewter glowing - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

Can raise a hundred phantoms - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

In that defunct bazaar - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

Serves the nectar out to all - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

A savor of marjoram and mountain thyme - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

Rusty cup-stains on the tables - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

Read the secret of the Seven - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ballad of Lager Bier"

Still may fear the secret test - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

Locked in generous limits - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

Devised each apt decree - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

The potent sanction of her hand - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

Bore herself as rulers should - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

Nor trust the tenure of an heirless throne - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

Buzzing private embassies were sped - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Blameless Prince"

By jilting Fortune whirled - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Bohemia: a Pilgrimage"

In thread-bare exile chasing still - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Bohemia: a Pilgrimage"

Glimpses of a natal star - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Bohemia: a Pilgrimage"

Who never strives with fortune - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Bohemia: a Pilgrimage"

With only the grass for bedding - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

Wherever Cupid might wander - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

Glance of the eye and sweetheart's sigh - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

Such a fire of silks and laces - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

While the poor get all the thunder - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

A knot that gold and silver can buy - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

Will shiver upon the banks of the Styx - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

And all the grooms of the caravan - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"

Two sceptic children of the world - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

Broken love-knots, quaintly curled - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

What sweetly stolen hours - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

Love's taper grew more bright - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

Knew each heart was only lent - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

Upon the verge of folly - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Edged Tools"

Each laughing Fay and lithesome Fairy - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Elfin Song"

When the dew-drop feeds the roses - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Elfin Song"

Of all the beautiful demons - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Estelle"

With exquisite, mocking arts - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Estelle"

The chime of a witch's bell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Estelle"

Sent up from the depths of hell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Estelle"

Crowned with trailing plumes of sable - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

In her storm-resisting grace - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

And the echo of command - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Music of a thousand ages gone - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Half in sand and half in spray - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

How wild with sudden scorn - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Play the herald or the clown - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

From this shore of bog and mire - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

On the mounting waves of effort - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Buoyed by the soul's desire - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

From the lion's mouth of battle - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Like the dusk-winged albatross - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

A hymn should greet our coming - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Grasping morsels of adventure - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Of all republics the Atlantis - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

The world before the deluge - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Pale about the lifeless fountain - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Wake the fires of old tradition - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Mine by natal consecration - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

By the choice of after days - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Hurling back the tumult of their shock - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Self with self in secret tourney - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Underneath the silent sky - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Hearts of patience to unravel - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Flood-Tide"

Amid old elms and older mansions - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

New-fledged and wondering - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Alder thickets at the water's edge - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

The Present lay like Eden round us - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

The gray pickerel from his reedy shoals - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

To float on alien waters - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Beneath the shadows of these piers - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Slumberous ripples whispering repose - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

A heart light as her smile - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Shooting stars in clear October nights - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

The bristling hemlocks crossed their spears - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Huge beams from broken dams above - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

How these freshets scour our valleys - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Thick as swallows after storms - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Clash and clang and inarticulate tumult - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

A thousand shocks of ice - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Shocks of ice and seething horrors - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

Marked each spot he mentioned - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Freshet: A Connecticut Idyl"

The shield of moss encircling - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Heliotrope"

Shrunk in the shade of the cypress - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Heliotrope"

The paragon of its kind - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Heliotrope"

Melodious wanderings in leafy refuge - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Hope Deferred"

Every word a newer sadness - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Hope Deferred"

Bereft of wildwood joy and song - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Hope Deferred"

Marched across the bridged Potomac - Edmund Clarence Stedman "How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry"

In the scorn of all denial - Edmund Clarence Stedman "How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry"

Who craves the brightest star above - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Montagu"

Woke no answering fire - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Montagu"

Sunshine trembles through the walnut-tree - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Old Love and the New"

With the smile of the hawthorn-hedge - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Old Love and the New"

A soul shall change its frame - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Old Love and the New"

New fancies guide my helm - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Old Love and the New"

If the past is not a dream - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Old Love and the New"

A day so black with maledictions - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Others, shadows of the first - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

From slanderous charnel-houses burst - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

All the castle of my trust - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

To drain the cup his heralds bring - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Quaff the calm Lethean wave - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Visions make their spirits strong - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Because the heavens cease to smile - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

See the light of azure skies - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Robes of asbestos do we wear - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Ordeal by Fire"

Evade my heart's discernment - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Penelope"

A troop of cranes in file - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Penelope"

Hands still faithful to his blood - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Penelope"

The luring airs of Nereid or Siren - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Penelope"

If Charybdis seize our keel - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Penelope"

With schnapps and smoke and psalm - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

As ancient scrolls determine - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

Nor long delayed to vanish - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

The subtle juniper assumed its sure command - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

Of phantom ships and battle - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

Overspread the metamorphosed island - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

Not a beaver showed his head - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

A spectral streak of day - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call: 1 Jan. A.C. 1661"

Shining out along the zodiac - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Constant to the spirit of our time - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Dry lichens on the altar steps - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

To sink the ashes of their own experience - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

A pleasant draught of bitter hyssop - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

The iron key that locks your heart - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

The crown of all our hopes - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Gone somewhat within the veil - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Drawing us with delicate tension upward - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Make essay to trace its glimmerings - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Forever narrowing to that unknown sky - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Clash in tourney on the least of points - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Hold in awe their grim persistence - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Imperial progress through the halls of Time - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

My crescent faith clings round the promise - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

To pass the sable gates - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

That guard so well their mysteries - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

The tests of Science in her prime - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Folds the systems in a flood of light - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Crude works to shatter out of joint - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

The lens by which he took the heavens - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Bright glimpses of the Infinite - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Protest of Faith: to Rev. --"

Linger in the ruins of the fight - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Comprehending not their fate - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Her fount of calm delights - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

The borders of her sounding sea - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Forfeited at some wild hazard - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

The bustling practice of the world - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Added to such other woes - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Surrendering all human hopes - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Join alliance with the hosts of Fate - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Crowning their victory by loose despair - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

The immortal gladness of inanimate things - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

When Night unveils her stars - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

From that height a voice shall whisper - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Cased in mail of double memories - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Refuge in Nature"

Some hidden shape of hell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Rosemary"

Ever in dreams we meet - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Rosemary"

Though my flights be wild - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Singer"

Earth and air in snowy sheen commingle - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Sleigh-Ride"

In her diamond-laden bridal veil - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Sleigh-Ride"

Valhalla's gates that roll asunder - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Sleigh-Ride"

Balder's funeral flames are blazing forth - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Sleigh-Ride"

In robes of gold and crimson fire - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Sleigh-Ride"

Armada of the sky - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Fling a thousand banners out - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Every galleon of the air - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Wind uplifts the briony leaves - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

What enchanted dreams are ours - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Wraps our yearning souls around - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Freer yet its currents swell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Rivulets of the constant heart - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

That malign and ominous glow - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"

Morning sunlight's soft command - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Too Late"

Never her wrongs repair - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Too Late"

Where all my memories are - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Voice of the Western Wind"

Only hear the echo of a tone - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Voice of the Western Wind"

Wild winds whistle and snow is come - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Wild Wind Whistle"

A crystal dial to mark the hours - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Wild Wind Whistle"


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Shedding fair radiance o'er my darkened hour - Mary Shelley "Stanzas [How like a star you rose upon my life,]"

Swift fled the turbid strife of grief and fear - Mary Shelley "Stanzas [How like a star you rose upon my life,]"

Casting eclipse upon my cheerless night - Mary Shelley "Stanzas [How like a star you rose upon my life,]"

And thought of you may linger in my dreams - Mary Shelley "Stanzas [How like a star you rose upon my life,]"

And Memory pour balm upon my pain - Mary Shelley "Stanzas [How like a star you rose upon my life,]"


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Not certain that Su Tung-p'o and Su Tung-po are the same, but I'm assuming because of the general garble factor in transliteration before widespread acceptance/usage of Pinyin in the West. I could believe that a publisher might decide that the apostrophe was clutter or a translator might not bother with it due to thinking English speaking readers wouldn't notice the difference.


Mastering idleness that outlasts this idle moment - Su Tung-p'o "6th Moon, 27th Sun: Sipping Wine at Lake-View Tower 5" transl. by David Hinton

Facing a village of starvation - Su Tung-p'o "12th Moon, 14th Sun: A Light Snow Fell Overnight, So I Set Out Early for South Creek, Stopped for a Quick Meal and Arrived Late" transl. by David Hinton

Only the evening crows know my thoughts - Su Tung-p'o "12th Moon, 14th Sun: A Light Snow Fell Overnight, So I Set Out Early for South Creek, Stopped for a Quick Meal and Arrived Late" transl. by David Hinton

Adorn themselves in dawn's mirror - Su Tung-p'o "After Li Szu-hsun's Painting, Cragged Islands on the Yangtze" transl. by David Hinton

An echo of mountain-top moonlight coming and going - Su Tung-p'o "At Brahma-Heaven Monastery, Following the Rhymes in a Short Poem of Crystalline Beauty by the Monk Acumen-Hoard" transl. by David Hinton

Roiling up into a thousand swells of snow - Su Tung-p'o "At Red Cliffs, Thinking of Ancient Times" transl. by David Hinton

As masts and hulls became flying ash and vanished smoke - Su Tung-p'o "At Red Cliffs, Thinking of Ancient Times" transl. by David Hinton

Only the heart remains unmoved - Su Tung-p'o "Beginning of Autumn: A Poem to Send to Tzu-yu" transl. by Burton Watson

Too late to look for a lost road - Su Tung-p'o "Beginning of Autumn: A Poem to Send to Tzu-yu" transl. by Burton Watson

Collapsed wall tangled in vines - Su Tung-p'o "Eastern Slope" transl. by Burton Watson

Bell and drum on the south river bank - Su Tung-p'o "Following the Rhymes of Chiang Hsi-shu" transl. by Burton Watson

Stood a long time in twilight mist - Su Tung-p'o "I Travel Day and Night" transl. by Burton Watson

Heartbreak above the river - Su Tung-p'o "Inscribed on a Painting in Wang Ting-kuo's Collection Entitled Misty River and Crowded Peaks" transl. by David Hinton

Tumbling a hundred Ways in headlong flight - Su Tung-p'o "Inscribed on a Painting in Wang Ting-kuo's Collection Entitled Misty River and Crowded Peaks" transl. by David Hinton

Stitching forests and threading rock - Su Tung-p'o "Inscribed on a Painting in Wang Ting-kuo's Collection Entitled Misty River and Crowded Peaks" transl. by David Hinton

Caught in the dust of this world, I'll never find it again - Su Tung-p'o "Inscribed on a Painting in Wang Ting-kuo's Collection Entitled Misty River and Crowded Peaks" transl. by David Hinton

Broke up the roof for kindling - Su Tung-p'o "Lament of the Farm Wife of Wu" transl. by Burton Watson

Sold the ox to pay taxes - Su Tung-p'o "Lament of the Farm Wife of Wu" transl. by Burton Watson

But what of next year's hunger? - Su Tung-p'o "Lament of the Farm Wife of Wu" transl. by Burton Watson

Waiting in the tall reeds till the intruders pass - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

To stare again at the undulations of the stream - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

When the moon is rippling on the waves - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

The cormorant still stands, thinking - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

With one foot in the current - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Stares at the undulations of his dream - Su Tong po "Like a Cormorant" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Knew only sheep and cows - Su Tung-p'o "Long Ago I Lived in the Country" transl. by Burton Watson

Six years the moon shone at mid-autumn - Su Tung-p'o "Mid-Autumn Moon" transl. by Burton Watson

Hundred league lake of melted silver - Su Tung-p'o "Mid-Autumn Moon" transl. by Burton Watson

Quiet mystery outside windows - Su Tung-p'o "Midsummer Festival, Wandering Up as Far as the Monastery" transl. by David Hinton

Lotus shining pink on the water - Su Tung-p'o "[Mountains shine through forest breaks]" transl. by Burton Watson

Stroll where late sunlight turns - Su Tung-p'o "[Mountains shine through forest breaks]" transl. by Burton Watson

Fell into the law's net - Su Tung-p'o "New Year's Eve" transl. by Burton Watson

In love with a meager stipend - Su Tung-p'o "New Year's Eve" transl. by Burton Watson

All of us alike scheme for a meal - Su Tung-p'o "New Year's Eve" transl. by Burton Watson

Put up no umbrellas to the rain - Su Tung-p'o "Presented to Liu Ching-wen" transl. by Burton Watson

One branch of chrysanthemum holds out against frost - Su Tung-p'o "Presented to Liu Ching-wen" transl. by Burton Watson

With citrons yellow and tangerines still green - Su Tung-p'o "Presented to Liu Ching-wen" transl. by Burton Watson

Grain still too short to be crushed - Su Tung-p'o "Rhyming with Tzu-yu's 'Treading the Green'" transl. by Burton Watson

Songs and drums jar the hills- Su Tung-p'o "Rhyming with Tzu-yu's 'Treading the Green'" transl. by Burton Watson

Sun warm on mulberry and hemp - Su Tung-p'o "[Soft grasses, a plain of sedge]" transl. by Burton Watson

Wind over mugwort and moxa - Su Tung-p'o "[Soft grasses, a plain of sedge]" transl. by Burton Watson

One hour worth a thousand gold coins - Su Tung-p'o "Spring Night" transl. by Burton Watson

Trailing fragrance out across ten miles - Su Tung-p'o "There's a Small Monastery on the Cragged Heights of Blue-Ox Ridge, a Place Human Tracks Rarely Reach" transl. by David Hinton

Cascades drumming the silence of a thousand mountains - Su Tung-p'o "There's a Small Monastery on the Cragged Heights of Blue-Ox Ridge, a Place Human Tracks Rarely Reach" transl. by David Hinton

In threes and fives by thorn hedge gates - Su Tung-p'o "[Throw on rouge and powder]" transl. by Burton Watson

Crows and hawks wheeling above - Su Tung-p'o "[Throw on rouge and powder]" transl. by Burton Watson

In dark ignorance have destroyed myself - Su Tung-p'o "Under the Heaven of Our Holy Ruler" transl. by Burton Watson

Hacking through layers of obdurate rock - Su Tung-p'o "White Crane Hill" transl. by Burton Watson

A stratum of solid blue stone - Su Tung-p'o "White Crane Hill" transl. by Burton Watson

Heaven has sent me a dipper of water - Su Tung-p'o "White Crane Hill" transl. by Burton Watson

Something you can love but never name - Su Tung-p'o "With the Wang Brothers and My Son Mai, I Wander City Walls, Gazing at Waterlily Blossoms, Then Climb to the Pavilion on Grand-View Mountain, Finally Returning at Dusk to Petals-Flight Monastery" transl. by David Hinton

Exchanging greetings with the wind - Su Tung-p'o "With the Wang Brothers and My Son Mai, I Wander City Walls, Gazing at Waterlily Blossoms, Then Climb to the Pavilion on Grand-View Mountain, Finally Returning at Dusk to Petals-Flight Monastery" transl. by David Hinton

Where a hundred waterfalls leap from the sky - Su Tung-p'o "Written on a Painting Entitled 'Misty Yangtze and Folded Hills' in the Collection of Wang Ting-kuo" transl. by Burton Watson

Threading woods, tangling rocks - Su Tung-p'o "Written on a Painting Entitled 'Misty Yangtze and Folded Hills' in the Collection of Wang Ting-kuo" transl. by Burton Watson

One speck where the river swallows the sky - Su Tung-p'o "Written on a Painting Entitled 'Misty Yangtze and Folded Hills' in the Collection of Wang Ting-kuo" transl. by Burton Watson

Spring wind shook the river - Su Tung-p'o "Written on a Painting Entitled 'Misty Yangtze and Folded Hills' in the Collection of Wang Ting-kuo" transl. by Burton Watson

Crows flapped down to keep the boatman company - Su Tung-p'o "Written on a Painting Entitled 'Misty Yangtze and Folded Hills' in the Collection of Wang Ting-kuo" transl. by Burton Watson


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Piles of bricks in the sand - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Scratching at the surface of cohesion - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Building a foundation made from loss - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Arid expanses where the Red Sea meets the sand - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Made from humility and the laughter of others - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Multi-colored dross scatter across the earth - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

We converse in codes of motion - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

Language signaling daily headway - Matthew Shenoda "Donkey Carts and Desolation"

The stars made their way to the center of the sky - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Congregating on the throne of tomorrow - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

The commandment of two breaths - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Our suspension in the sky brings us closer - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Mediates the tension of our body's desire - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Implicated in the pinnacle at the point of the pyramid - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Collapsing the centuries into cold marble - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

Know that somewhere near a museum is burning - Matthew Shenoda "The Pigeons Rose from the Floor of the Earth; A Clamoring of Wings to Disturb the Silence"

On this ridge exposed to the orange dusk - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

When the ax begins to blend with wind - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Where the fervor of healing is found in water - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Flow from one origin to another - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Never a place where we cannot begin - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Where the current is ancient, the wind is young - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Teaching each other like the ax and the wood - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Carve a place for dignity - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

Plant a seed and pray for rain - Matthew Shenoda "Somewhere Else"

The hard shadow of the moon - Matthew Shenoda "Traces"

The grand gesture of a thing once known - Matthew Shenoda "Traces"


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As the breath before ashes - Teresa J. Scollon "Death and the Photocopier"

When ruin comes in increments - Teresa J. Scollon "Drought Year"

A farmer's spring prayer - Teresa J. Scollon "Drought Year"

New hope ribboning behind - Teresa J. Scollon "Drought Year"

All those hollow years - Teresa J. Scollon "Exile"

The bony ledges of reflection - Teresa J. Scollon "Exile"

All kinds of wishes let loose - Teresa J. Scollon "Goodbye to Dwight Lipke"

Gracious brother to the house - Teresa J. Scollon "The Garden"

The black dog of fanged grief - Teresa J. Scollon "The Garden"

Mile and a half of public sun - Teresa J. Scollon "July Fourth"

Envy the forest its full cellar of roots - Teresa J. Scollon "Mid-Life, I'm Lost"

A seed's commitment to its place on the ground - Teresa J. Scollon "Mid-Life, I'm Lost"

Rattling the branches of other lives - Teresa J. Scollon "Mid-Life, I'm Lost"

Scattered our fears for the ocean to swallow - Teresa J. Scollon "New Year's Day, Winslow Beach, Maine"

Each stone a miracle of memory - Teresa J. Scollon "Poem to My Brothers and Sisters"

The hold of our first fiery nest - Teresa J. Scollon "Poem to My Brothers and Sisters"

Pouring sparks through a narrow place - Teresa J. Scollon "Summer Solstice in Black River Falls"

In my own custom of gathering breath - Teresa J. Scollon "Summer Solstice in Black River Falls"

With no purpose but movement - Teresa J. Scollon "Summer Solstice in Black River Falls"

And even the goldfinches have given up - Teresa J. Scollon "Untitled"

Carrying the ragged remnant of dream - Teresa J. Scollon "Words, Poems"

Forcing itself through the pinhole of grief - Teresa J. Scollon "Words, Poems"

No fuller than any mirror - Teresa J. Scollon "The Yoga Master at the Party"


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Stared with a dry burning smile up zenith-ward - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment--A Picture" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

The embers of the sun had died to ashes - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

But all our words had failed to silentness - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

Memories clustered in the heart's twilight - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

And mount the crystal air in spiral gyre - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

My hot dreams, and my distempered hopes - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

In the web of life are golden threads - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

In the sky of life are brilliant stars - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

Mete and parcel out the light and dark - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

Deeply quaff at the rare desert founts - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

With the sun of our own minds we shine - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

That every reckless future wind may blow - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "Fragment of a Poem" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.6, Dec. 1852]

Light the lonely taper of a thought - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

Sprinkling the liquid blue on witching nights - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

In the hazy precincts of a dream - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

The antique halls of the Past's dusky dome - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

Clinging with tendrils of enhanced love - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

The starred midnight and the homeless wind - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

Thrill in upon the sense with light and sound - William Albert Sutliffe "A Midnight Fantasy" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.4, Oct. 1852]

A sweet note that through a palace stole - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "A Poet's Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.3, Sept. 1852]

And Nature runs one silver chord through all - Wm. Albert Sutliffe "A Poet's Thought" [Graham's Magazine v.XLI no.3, Sept. 1852]

As when grieves and sings a fallen angel - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

A moment in the rude arms of the blast - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The pale Boreal Child sang to the soul of Naught - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

When the cold North-wind kissed her pallid lips - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Grim Surprise wondered that she should weep - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

While symphonies filled up the gaps she made - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The icebergs thriled unto their heart - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The tearful-beaded rain froze into gems - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Tears to steep the wind with - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

That Eternity whose shadows are so deep - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

In a sea of grief flow round me - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The stars died out with grief - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]


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And faced the hushed infinity of night - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"

Quieter sky, aching with isolation absolute - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"

My heart called out for some befriending face - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"

Here amid the seething London tides - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"

Through their million-footed dirge of unconcern - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"

Glory in folly and fire and ruin - Arthur Stringer "Atavism"

In the sorrowful greys and muffled violets - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"

Through the mingled gloom and green - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"

Giving too freely of the fountaining sap - Arthur Stringer "Before Renewal"

An Orpheus wilder-souled - Arthur J. Stringer "Beethoven"

Have drunk deep of the well of bitterness - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"

On my brow the iron crown of sorrow - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"

Still vocal in their ocean depths - Arthur J. Stringer "Canada to England"

That would trample truth down in the dust - Arthur Stringer "The Children"

Beneath your whispering shadow - Arthur Stringer "The Day"

Turns its weary pinions home - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"

As through the waning gold I come - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"

To where the Dream and Dreamer meet - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"

A ghost of blood and granite - Arthur Stringer "Dreamers"

As Demeter mourned through many-fountained Enna - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

As the dark pine forgoes the pilgrim thrush - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

This surging bosom soft with dreams - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

Fashioned of Aegean foam and languorous moonlight - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

And so I give you but the hollow lute - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

The lamp I give, but not the glimmering flame - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

Blown and tossed by tides no god controls - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

Dream-besieged, made dawn and midnight one - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

A chamber it were best to leave untrod - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

The word that silences the timorous nightingale - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

The touch that wakens strings too frail for hands - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

A swan that sings its broken life away - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

Then mourn for evermore life's silent throats - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

To some dusk underworld enchaining you - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"

I am through with regret - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"

No more shall I kennel with pain - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"

Sour with the reek of the years - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"

A tatter of sail in the wind - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"

A tangle of net on the sand - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"

This haunted room where Sorrow and I have slept - Arthur Stringer "The House of Life"

The hunter who makes the world his prey - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"

When the huddling shadows swarm - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"

A moth alit on the sun-dial's face - Arthur Stringer "I Sat in the Sunlight"

The call of the ages whispers and the countless ghosts awaken - Arthur Stringer "If I Love You"

Through the umber woods the echo falls - Arthur Stringer "The Last of Summer"

The sigh of remembered names, the wine of remembered youth - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"

The outland peace of the trail that never turns back - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"

The arms of the Far-away have drawn us close - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"

Out of the dead that is proved not dead - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"

Ten dark steps of tangled rapture and tears - Arthur Stringer "Life"

My arm could fling Time from His throne - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"

The infinite orbits of all God's loneliest stars - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"

Weaving vast traceries out on the fringes of Night - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"

This slenderest thread of one thin pulse - Arthur Stringer "The Life on the Table"

Garnered nothing but a dream or two - Arthur Stringer "The Man of Dreams"

Have lived in earlier worlds unknown - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"

Querulous ghosts that sigh and awaken and move - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"

That must dare and endure and defy and survive - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"

That guides and derides and controls and outlives - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"

The scent of the milkweed brings it back - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"

Back with a strangle of tears - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"

So I followed where thought should lead - Arthur Stringer "My Heart Stood Empty"

Out of the drifting leaf and the dying light - Arthur Stringer "The Passing"

This white-houred noon and alien sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

Unknown in Death's gray Underworld - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

Only whispered by restless Shades - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

By sullen noon on ashen days and desolation - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

And sweeping on to any maddened end - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

Scaling some crystal stairway to the Sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

Sad-aisled avenues of evening stars - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

All the dreaming Long Ago lies wide and luring - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"

Through moonlight and silence and dusk - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"

With his grim eyes watching the course - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"

Dust and ruin and emptiness left behind - Arthur Stringer "Prescience"

I have threaded narrows, and I have passed thorugh perils - Arthur Stringer "Protestations"

The lucid moment and the shadow across the lintel - Arthur Stringer "The Question"

Then song turns sour on my lips - Arthur Stringer "The Question"

Throw off the shackles and chains of time - Arthur Stringer "The Revolt"

Like wine with honey made too sweet - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

Letting life's twilight sands glide thro' the glass - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

From Life's gray towers of many-tongued Regret - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

Too sadly troubled with its wind of change - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

And now full-grown and gaunt they stalk me - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

And only ghosts of old pale Sorrows walk - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

From this poor broken twilight to rebuild the Dawn - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

From Love's ashes to re-dream the flower - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

What wave withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

When strange dreams make deep the idle hour - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

Starred the hills of grief with primrose faith - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

Beyond the cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"

Searching for the tomb of muted Song - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"

In a cavern where no sound is - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"

Over-scored with faded words and stained with time - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"

When that ashen land was young - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"

Out of their dust they will call to us yet - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"

That ultimate essence and core of all song - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"

Our December estranged by a song - Arthur J. Stringer "A Song in Autumn"

Stood bathed in a wonder crowned with pain - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"

Will house in my haunted heart - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"

Twisting earth's iron to their use - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"

Out of the fury and the fires of mortal passion - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"

Out of the torture and tumult of inchoate Time - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"

Golden and sad and full of regret - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"

That had sighed to her light of old - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"

To crumble a dream, and fashion the pebbles of fancy - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"

That the tides of time may cover - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"

The ocean that thunders upon man's soul - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"

Solace and hope in the upturned loam - Arthur Stringer "There Is Strength in the Soil"

Nor can I find peace in the shadows - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

Invades even my dreams and wounds me in sleep - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

Early and late and forever cries out - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

The turn in the road is a promise - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

The twilight is thronged with her ghosts - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

Cry out through my desolate heart - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"

That goes unbridled to the depths of Hell - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"

That sings in the sun to the brink of Heaven - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"

Tossed you the spindrift born of its fretting - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"

Bastioned in wonder and silent with fear - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"

Afraid of the wind, afraid of the truth - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"

With his heel on the neck of Hate - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"

With his fist in the face of Death - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"


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Why I believe in loops and spirals - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

A broken testimony, the history of a world dissolving - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Geometry a welcome language - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Shapes a new alphabet for prayer and song - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Titanium scales rhyming across curves - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Order breaks tension where the lines turn - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Grounds my belief in humanity as mystery - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

A cascade of repeating elements - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Cascades changing in scale, not shape - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

A range and scope of fractals - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"
Wonder at both connections and aberrations - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Places of perfect order and broken patterns - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "Credo"

Paradox and ambiguity kiss each time - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "When my OB/GYN Said He Didn't Understand Poetry"

The promise of rhyme bending my ear - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "When You're Away, I Consider Form"

A cycle of sound and pressure - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "When You're Away, I Consider Form"

Laid bare in the last line's turn - Christine Stewart-Nuñez "When You're Away, I Consider Form"


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Tap the rich treasures of Time - Robert J.C. Stead "The Homesteader"

At the close of a thousand eons - Robert J.C. Stead "The Mothering"

Implement of blade and wheel - Robert J.C. Stead "The Plow"

In silent prophecy of lavish yield - Robert J.C. Stead "The Plow"

Miser of a thousand years - Robert J.C. Stead "The Plow"

Lavishes money as water - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"

Boasts of its palace and hall - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"

The City is only the daughter - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"

No one to jostle or shove - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"

The wild duck alert on the stream - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"

One of the ciphers that haunt it - Robert J.C. Stead "The Prairie"


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Black as bee stripes with honey in my eyes - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Walk with me over the curve of an egg - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

My balm-charmed breath to stoke the blaze - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Even the road-dirt and moths can't resist - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

We foxes can set the night afire - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

The wind's kisses turn rough - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Send shivers up your neighbors' cornstalks - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Spring wrings out the reedy winter chill - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Ten by ten times have the rivers run dry - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Ten by ten tithes have been paid in a dazzling of leaves - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

The stones in your boots are the rubble of time - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

Invitation to a plunging ride over the edge of night - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

To ride with the Bandit King and his highwaymen - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"


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A flame of sunlight on his hand - James Stephens "The Apple Tree"

So he did not get his awful eyes on me - James Stephens "The Apple Tree"

Take you away when the sun goes down - James Stephens "The Appointment"

For I fear you will die of the cold - James Stephens "The Appointment"

And my mother is rattling the lock - James Stephens "The Appointment"

That has no song at all to hearten it - James Stephens "The Bare Trees"

A crock of gold inside a hollow tree - James Stephens "Behind the Hill"

Had to knock five hundred times - James Stephens "Behind the Hill"

Shall gather rubies from the air - James Stephens "Beresford Place"

Who was hatched by foreign vulgarity - James Stephens "Blue Blood"

Till you and I and Time are old - James Stephens "By Ana Liffey"

Old pipers of the Age of Gold - James Stephens "By Ana Liffey"

Climbing the cold glass up and down - James Stephens "Charlotte Street"

Every tree and bush and bird in air - James Stephens "The Cherry Tree"

And bade the world forget - James Stephens "The Cherry Tree"

Unlash your evening eyes of pious grey - James Stephens "The Cherry Tree"

Call on the children by each loved name - James Stephens "The Cherry Tree"

And to all lamentation be there end - James Stephens "Clann Carte"

Who learns and teaches free - James Stephens "The College of Science"

Who knows a thing and will not tell - James Stephens "The College of Science"

When the bright eyes of the day open on the dusk - James Stephens "Day and Night"

And the sad moon walks the sky - James Stephens "Day and Night"

Let all men go apart and mourn together - James Stephens "Deirdre"

Close pity's heart against his woes - James Stephens "Donnelly's Orchard"

Knit straw plaits for the nest's nice lining - James Stephens "Fifteen Acres"

If we had seen your nest of clay - James Stephens "From Hawk and Kite"

I walked out in my Coat of Pride - James Stephens "The Fur Coat"

And then from each I turned in dignity - James Stephens "The Fur Coat"

To barren rocks and fields that have no clay - James Stephens "The Gang"

For no sleek eel inside an oily skin - James Stephens "The Gang"

I shall not mingle in your dreams - James Stephens "Geoffrey Keating"

An end to all the miseries that do befall - James Stephens "George's Street"

In the place where nothing stirs - James Stephens "The Goat Paths"

The crooked paths go every way - James Stephens "The Goat Paths"

Crouching down where nothing stirs - James Stephens "The Goat Paths"

I put the sky into my pocket, and the sea into my locket - James Stephens "The Gombeen-Man"

And drive back into fairyland - James Stephens "Grafton Street"

The winter comes with silver sword - James Stephens "Honoro Butler and Lord Kenmare (1720)"

Justice comes all trouble to repair - James Stephens "Honoro Butler and Lord Kenmare (1720)"

The bird came for the grains that fell - James Stephens "The Horse"

Poppy seed among the corn - James Stephens "In the Poppy Field" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

On the breeze a belated linnet calling - James Stephens "Merrion Square"

Here and there on the wings of night - James Stephens "Mount Street"

Threw confusion on each tongue - James Stephens "Odell"

More than a thousand ages old - James Stephens "The Old Man"

Pray to fire and then to water - James Stephens "The Patriot's Bed"

Bear with modest grace gossamers of silver lace - James Stephens "Portobello Bridge"

What time you sported in the lifting tides - James Stephens "Sean O'Cosgair"

Something that was in my mind yesterday - James Stephens "The Secret"

I had buried it so low in my mind - James Stephens "The Secret"

Could be found out by the wind - James Stephens "The Secret"

In the stern and black immense that has blinded every eye - James Stephens "The Shadow"

Silence crouches on the land - James Stephens "The Shadow"

A shadow lies cloaked in velvet wrappings - James Stephens "The Shadow"

Anonymous and terrible mother of the primal ray - James Stephens "The Shadow"

The slow, sad murmur of far distant seas - James Stephens "The Shell"

Upon a shore wind-swept and desolate - James Stephens "The Shell"

Save what the dreary winds and waves incur - James Stephens "The Shell"

Setting the stars alight to wonder at the moon - James Stephens "The Shell"

And waves that journeyed blind - James Stephens "The Shell"

A small part only of my grief - James Stephens "Skim Milk"

Because my gloom gets some respite - James Stephens "Skim Milk"

Crying on the frightened air - James Stephens "The Snare"

Where they pray for the sins of Saturday - James Stephens "Westland Row"

And diamonds were sticking to my tongue - James Stephens "What the Snake Saw"

Shall drive birds from crumbs - James Stephens "York Street"


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the other side breathes quiet - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

but the town isn't completely dead - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

inheriting wounds from bodies you make a home in - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

a fingernail scratching the scars of yesterday's ruins - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

everyone knows how to run through gun smoke - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

if my plans include returning home - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

taught me more about impermanence than betrayal - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Mona Lisa's Abecedarian to Leonardo da Vinci"

kneeling before repressed desires - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Mona Lisa's Abecedarian to Leonardo da Vinci"

would have been my name, if you didn't call me so - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Mona Lisa's Abecedarian to Leonardo da Vinci"

waited for God to fall out of my mouth - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Mona Lisa's Abecedarian to Leonardo da Vinci"

what the night forgets to cover in its shadows - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

paradise a bullet undresses before the body - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

what this city of smoke & blood has to tell - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

I'm scared of telling the truth - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

How do you translate this kind of silence? - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"
Nobody knows the price of silence - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

a part of them dwindling into oblivion - Abu Bakr Sadiq "POST MASSACRE PSYCHE EVALUATION"

a billion light years deep into the future - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"

my voice travels faster than light - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"

a drone floats on the spine of my words - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"

wrap memories around our fingertips - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"

the present, a gold rotting in our palms - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"

pour dragon milk into paper cups - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Wormhole"


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Sunbeam for a crown, loam for a throne - R.S. Saha "Kin"

Carrying impulse pain and self - R.S. Saha "Kin"

Coursing blood instead of light - R.S. Saha "Kin"

Like muddied water holds the sun - R.S. Saha "Kin"

Sparkle lost along with his given name - R.S. Saha "Kin"

No gold to repair cracked pottery lips - R.S. Saha "Kin"

More darkness than teeth - R.S. Saha "Kin"


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A reduction to absolute zero - David Salisbury "On Mars"

The recombination of your elements into new patterns - David Salisbury "On Mars"

That sustain these bubbling parasite domes - David Salisbury "On Mars"

Continuance along infinite lines - David Salisbury "On Mars"

Clocks that dribble dust on sundials - David Salisbury "On Mars"

The shadows draw over in terrible lines - David Salisbury "On Mars"

No monoliths inscribed with ancient rites - David Salisbury "On Mars"

No relief from the unbearable thin light - David Salisbury "On Mars"

Nothing but waiting and watching the dust fall - David Salisbury "On Mars"


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A place you walk into backwards - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"

One leg tense with the burden of earth - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"

A jaunty angle sinking in the bioluminescent green - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"

Measure your pulse by their dying breaths - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"

Remember the practiced smile of the skull - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"

Of nights when stars were falling dust - Krishnakumar Sankaran "This Poem Is a Dead Zone"


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Aware of silence heaped round him - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Unshaken as the steadfast walls - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

The inward, moonless waves of death - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Dropped through crimson gloom to darkness - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

The harsh rain that sweeps behind the thunder - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

When cruel old campaigners win safe through - Siegfried Sassoon "The Death-Bed"

Drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows - Siegfried Sassoon "Dreamers"

Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows - Siegfried Sassoon "Dreamers"

Must win some flaming, fatal climax - Siegfried Sassoon "Dreamers"

And mocked by hopeless longing to regain - Siegfried Sassoon "Dreamers"

Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold - Siegfried Sassoon "The Dug-Out"

Had a drink of rum and tea - Siegfried Sassoon "In the Pink"

And everything but wretchedness forgotten - Siegfried Sassoon "In the Pink"


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Launched on a sea of sleep - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]

No doubts disturb us, no fears annoy - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]

Whether our sleep be the first or last - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]

The strong wind whistles in his desert caves - S.S. "Rejoice" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.4, Oct. 1842]

Unloved in the hourglass of dust - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Ruth and Matthew Mead

Broken snail shells bearing emptiness on their back - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff

Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff

Between the King and Queen of Swords - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"

Always willing to move one place along - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"

What did I owe a world that made no sense - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"

The looking glass burned beacon for me - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"

The too great complication of what it is to live - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh

No one will be able to truly hear them - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh

Within ruins of time and friendship - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh

In the season of walnuts - Zohra Saed "Walnuts in Nangarhar"

Wind in the shadow of time - Gilbert Saenz "Dream Journey"

The next enchanted cross street - Gilbert Saenz "Mystic Avenues"

Searched among ghosts - Assotto Saint "The Geography of Poetry: For Ntozake Shange"

the land remembering its tragedies - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"

the aftermath of failed coping mechanisms - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"

the toxins of past memories - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"

Thoughts ugly as clothespins - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"

Walked my plank of uncertainties - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"

In the wet air of the future - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"

In danger of forgetting the cranes - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"

Their black wavering lines in the sky - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"

The wind intermittent in our faces - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"

The distance between histories - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"

Even my dreams of tenderness - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"

Let life replace memory - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"

Wearing her best crow feathers - Elly Luisa Salah "Wedding Party ... Featuring, My Mother"

Caught hunting mosquitoes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"

Catch all the auroras before they fall - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"

The only thing whispering darkness into my mother's eyes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"

Till all the rooms of warmth fill with smoke - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"

Laden with fruits of the earth - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"

Ablaze with myriad flowers - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"

Lovelier than gossamer dreams - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"

Anchors for kin to hold on to - Mona Lisa Saloy "God Was Willing Sis: I'm Home"

Where she curled in shadow - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"

No trespass can erase - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"

Not wholly fed by fear - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"

A lower form of immortality - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"

The queen of impossible tasks - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"

Her manicured nails were of glass - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"

Twin vortices in her black sunglasses - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"

An act of deliberate volatility - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"

And scandal was free - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"

The deepest caverns of my soul - San Juan de la Cruz (translated by Roy Campbell) "Song of the soul in intimate communication and union with the love of God"

The sound of honeybees and monarchy - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"

Still he writes an encore - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"

The lyric a border wall - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"

Wretched stumps all charred and burned - George Santayana "Cape Cod"

Slant willows by the flooded bog - George Santayana "Cape Cod"

The bread of sorrow leaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"

Is my proof of heaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"

A fire that hollows me out - Chris Santiago "Insurrecto"

The openings of the obvious - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"

At the world’s invitation - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"

Words of quiet silver - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"

The small passion of your footsteps - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"

Snapped sun splinters - William Saphier "Childhood Memories"

Weak sparkling assertions - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"

In an opal, opaque atmosphere - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"

Without a hint of flower or fruit - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: The Old Prize Fighter"

In one hand she bore flaming straw - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]

I go to quench hell, and then to burn heaven - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]

Make so wild an endeavor - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]

None of the manifold troubles that befell - Sauda "[Shall I or shall I not console my heart]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.

Eagerly greets the shore - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"

The promise of pancakes - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"

Moves forward by glancing back - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"

The sky sells cotton candy - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"

The dead are breathing inside me - Maxine Scates "Look"

Slowing to the pace of the newt - Maxine Scates "Look"

Dull pink and out of stories - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"

The belonging they beg for - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"

Under our curtain of fire - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"

Fingers of red-hot steel - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"

No deluge of flame could surprise - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"

An extinguished memory of flight - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"

Count all the blackbirds - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"

Unsentimental consequence of gravity - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"

With stories of mutual incrimination - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"

To break open the air with your grief - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"

With nothing but the right pair of hands - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"

Who fills the future with your own blood - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"

The hummingbird loves you - Dorothea Auguste Gunhilde Schrage "Petunia Blossoms"

In a radiance of swords - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"

When thought's abdication quickens - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"

Silence resumes her ancient reign - Owen Seaman "Of Baiting the Lion"

Armies summoned from the grave - Don C. Seitz "Night at Gettysburg"

Their sounds a frenzied symphony - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"

The panther felt compelled to know the path - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"

Stretched a long periscope toward the multiplying horizons - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"

Unzipped myself from lip to heel - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"

Endow with changeful splendors - E. Seton "Mary, Virgin and Mother"

Queens of the Dreams, and Kings of the Shadows - Adi K. Sett "Roshanara"

A year of my life has fallen to the ground - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]

Forget about the vines choking my heart - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]

Does a heart really need tending? - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]

And in the dark that's as good as living - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]

Then changed from a beacon to a furnace - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"

Did he blame Daedalus, his father? - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"

The many failings of fathers and feathers - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"

And laugh as we stride the storm - John Campbell Shairp "Cailleach Bein-y-Vreich"

I am the nightingale that used to sing in joy - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.

The drop within the ocean hides - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.

Toil on a journey that shall never cease - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.

No house but the waves - Don Share "The Last Thoughts of Jeff Buckley in Memphis"

Unripe morning cut open too soon - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"

Gushes sour light across the sheets - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"

To curdle dawns uneaten skin - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"

The culverts where night squats - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"

Risen high above the star - Thomas Hall Shastid "Christmas Night"

Spectres chasing joy and brightness - Thomas Hall Shastid "The Spectres"

With grief and care the orphan only knows - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

My soul bowed down with grief and care - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

That mingled with the roar of dashing waves - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

A fair table all of the beaten gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"

Well laden wi' the yellow gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"

Give ear to the march of Time - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"

Heavy and slow in the streets of ruined cities - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"

Wasting to rubble and lime - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"

They are furnished with bees - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"

With tendrils of woodbine is bound - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"

My fields in the prime of the year - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"

Glitters with fishes of gold - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"

The liquid light of silver moons - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"

Drowned in wells of bliss - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"

The bird called tomorrow - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"

Extends into infinite presence - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"

Before this stoic mockery - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"

Restored are joys I counted lost - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"

Voice I loved beyond the storm - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"

From Memory's generous spring - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"

The kerosene of grief - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"

We dream of the castaway wind - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"

Sorrow in the cries of moor-fowls - Winfield Shiras "Sonnet"

When home won't let you stay - Warsan Shire "Home"

Something more than journey - Warsan Shire "Home"

Anywhere is safer than here - Warsan Shire "Home"

And mingle with forgotten ashes - James Shirley "Death's Final Conquest"

Our blood and state are shadows - James Shirley "The Same"

Lays his icy hand on kings - James Shirley "The Same"

And blossom in their dust - James Shirley "The Same"

Cats sneered at our pathetic need for feline love - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"

Committed their soft bodies to the salt - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"

With the energy seething at the heart of an atom - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"

Listening to the curious beauty of the sound of a million voices - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"

The deep scars of love - David Shumate "Passing Through a Small Town"

One of the offices of the moon - David Shumate "Teaching a Child the Art of Confession"

From which memory slowly seeps - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker

Exposed throat of the sky - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker

The certain knot of peace - Sir Philip Sidney "Sonnet"

Are made diamonds by the sun - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"

Unveil your brilliant torches - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"

As at the bitter night of hell - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)

Sweeter than the Sirens - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)

On which all my soul's hopes hang - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)

Read, written and erased - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"

The inertia of instinct - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"

Which sounds not strange to me - Edward S. Silvera "Jungle Taste" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

The beauty of the jungle and the fervidness of prayer - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Built pyramids along the Nile that Time has failed to rend - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Learn by asking all the questions - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"

The wind steering me toward my destiny - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"

Transmute to the juncture of perception - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"

Ensnared in the network by monetary necessity - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"

Who visited Magic Kingdom every summer - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"

Who pulled my braids and boasted about meeting Mickey Mouse - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"

Of its battlements of air - Helen Simpson "Aeroplane, June 6th"

When one's mind unfurls its wings - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"

Sometimes raining out of spite - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"

To give her July for breakfast - Marilyn Singer "Cooking for Mom"

Like the sound of the moon - Marilyn Singer "First Good Snap"

Noisy like a circus - Marilyn Singer "In the Theatre"

Cannot spare more hours - Marilyn Singer "Paint Me"

The hours of joy we now inherit - G.B. Singleton "Anacreontic"

Star of the morrow gray - John Skelton "In Praise of Isabel Pennell"

Globe perched on translucent needles - Emily Skillings "Tenant"

If you let those sleepy eyes stay closed - Mrs. L.L. Sloanaker "The Birds' Concert" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

With my nickel in my hand - Leta V. Meyers Smart "On a Nickel"

This worse than idle habit - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"

With hands just as defiant and eager - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"

The trout in sun-warmed shallows - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"

Far from hastening Time - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"

At the storm aghast - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"

Cold as my Despair - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"

More with envy than with fear - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet LXX. (On Being Cautioned against Walking on Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic.)"

With too faithful art - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet XCI [I can in groups these mimic flowers compose]"

Strands pulled from the past, locked in the present - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"

Ruby poppies embossed across the handle - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"

Soaked with jealousy, vanity, pride - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"

Flanked by all that is unfamiliar - Clint Smith "FaceTime"

That this distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"

Distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"

Dancing together soon - Clint Smith "FaceTime"

A bloody lance of heaven's displeasure - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"

A sorry message on the sawdust floor - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"

Twelve fingers stretching for the winter sky - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"

Grow ulcers from eating loneliness - Evan Gill Smith "The Cow Speaks to the Child"

Her broken circle to restore - Lyman C. Smith "Canada to Columbia"

The sad tear may embitter the wine - R. Penn Smith "A Health to My Brother"

Plucked from the snow in spring - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"

Emblems of her sad hours - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"

Pure as a seraph's tear - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"

Untarnished by the breath of fame - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]

And her career was not a faultless one - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]

To bring the memory of the Nile - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"

Where maple shadows sleep - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"

Your shape behind a flame - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"

Every name on the edge of being gone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"

A cloud of bees from the stone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"

Click like hail on a boulder - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"

Identical seedpods strong on a vine - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"

Dozens of pockets of gold - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"

The years poured back from one cracked jar into a perfect basin - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"

Without even kissing their ghosts in my dreams - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"

Projecting the whole night sky of constellations - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"

A swirl of stardust in pink, in purple, in blue - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"

Ragged sheep huddled before the rain - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze

That regardless of medium the message will always arrive - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze

Gives us the keys to the kingdom of death - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas

Our strange souls and curious desires - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas

Neglecting the fracture on my soul - Niloufar-Lily Soltani "A Mountain on My Back"

The silent who and almighty why - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"

A knot in my most likely never - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"

Abandon our cruelties - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"

As if earthquakes are in your hands - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"

Hear all the rumors of the world - Carlos Soto-Roman "The Tell-Tale Heart"

But grief is ever resurrected - Lisa Russ Spaar "Driving"

More eloquent than chanted rituals - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]

Slip along the endless thread of thought - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]

Memories, long prisoned, find release - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]

A lamp above the incorruptible table - Maria Luisa Spaziani transl. by Lynne Lawner

And for my faith reaped tares - Capt. James Sprent "A Confession of Faith" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Columbus's doom-burdened caravels - J.C. Squire "Sonnet [There was an Indian]"

Dawn moon passing ruined forts - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson

Under crowding stars to rest - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson

Companion to your grieving eyes - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson

Where the witch of winter walked - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "Chinook"

My thoughts amid the golden spheres - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"

Bolted doors that lock the corridors of Time - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"

Bar the awful avenues of Space - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"

Following the wrong god home - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"

The parade of our mutual life - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"

Evidence to hang me - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"

Chasms in character - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"

As the wood without deer - Catherine Staples "Vert"

Unconsidered in verse or in song - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"

The spring remembers how it was - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"

Concealed beneath the threshold - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"

And ascends flower-crowned to her vernal throne - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

From the chilling blast of Misfortune's breath - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Just a paper giant - Evaleen Stein "The Picture-Book Giant"

Spills from cuckoo-cups - Evaleen Stein "Up, Little Ones!"

Descend again in molten drops - Gertrude Stein "Golden Bough"

In masks outrageous and austere - Gertrude Stein "Let No Charitable Hope"

Of vicious infinite regression - Leigh Stein "Based on a Book of the Same Title"

Like ghosts that never slept - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"

Blazing behind the utmost star - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"

Some strange and wandering sound - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"

That trod on forks of flame - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"

Whispering her vespers to dolls - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"

A revelation on a spring morning - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"

The sweetest hope wherewith its paths are lit - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]

Into the hands whence leap the hurling tempest - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]

Of the deep life beyond this pallid sun - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]

All our lost jewels shall be found once more - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]

One day nearer to the sea - Ruth Sterry "Salutation"

Great Achilles crumbling on his pyre - Phillips Stewart "De Profundis"

Without care or coaxing - Kate R. Stiles "Clover Blossoms"

The wild deer and the wolf - Kate R. Stiles "Lake Quinsigamond"

Our cup is upside down - Kate R. Stiles "Lines Written on a Stormy Night"

On borrowed pinions soar - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"

Calls thy thread misspun - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"

Above the reach of vulgar flight - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"

The extremest skirts of glory sees - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"

Show of them that long dead came - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

To misconceive of all enticing art - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

To number blue infinities of bliss - Francis G. Stokes "Blue Moonshine"

Fret and toil to bring cold water to a boil - S.C. Stone "Sing-a-Sing!" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]

The passionate pleasure of motion - Alfonsina Storni "Running Water" (translated by Muna Lee)

Whose streams rise from eternity - Speer Strahan C.S.C. "The Promised Country"

Where Azrael reaps a full harvest - Barry Straton "Charity"

Wanted to be a sieve - Dao Strom "Instrument"

Of your own nervous blood - Dao Strom "Instrument"

A bird-wing desire - Dao Strom "Instrument"

Scarcely reached her gates of woe - Charles Strong "Thrasymene"

When candle-flames burn blue - G.B. Stuart "Haunted"

While death patiently paces the sky - SM Stubbs "Faith"

Mind was a prison - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"

Trapped between papered walls - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"

Levitated at the burning - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"

A birdcage with wings - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"

Where can I go to speak my sadness? - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Always covered with dust of the road - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

In a dream last night I came home - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Never broken by doubt - General Su Wu "To His Wife" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Tethering at the edge of psychosis - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"

Illumination leaves its shadow in our care - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"

Bright throne in her sorrowing heart - J.T.S. Sullivan "Elizabeth"

Cannot bear the song of the cuckoo - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung

Riding home on the back of an ox - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung

Most of what I know is contagious - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"

Parts of my heart are missing - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"

My way of turning away from the past - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"

The future is strewn with the roses of hope - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Peopled with phantoms too brilliant to last - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

A banner of gold to the summer wind cast - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

One touch of the present dissolves the light dream - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Built for the sunlight and not for the storm - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]

As if fortune's rich tide never ebbed - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]

At night when her gold-light is spent - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]

Bounty of the grape-crowned year - Caroline D. Swan "Stars of Cheer"

Old as Lebanon cedars - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"

Pink with the dawn of my promise - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"

Soft with sweet cadence - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"

Up and down the funnels of evolution - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"

Wake in a labyrinth called Monday - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"

Dissolving in ghost water - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"

Though the painting grows decayed - Jonathan Swift "Stella's Birthday. 1720"

Best charge and bravest retreat - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

Best charge and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

A double key which opens to the heart - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

Petty death where each in other live - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

The countenance and gestures of Mercy - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

Bears the sword of vengeance unrelenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

Brings pardon for the true repenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]

Who would come out of my cocoons - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz

Who possessed the grace of disappearing - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz

Full of swarming pins - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz

Their houses carved into his lungs - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"

Filled with the eyes of their wings - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"

A night when dusk never comes - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"


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Old acacias that suffer from insomnia - Marin Sorescu "Carbon Paper" transl. by Michael Hamburger

That perpetually slides away from me - Marin Sorescu "Carbon Paper" transl. by Michael Hamburger

I write on the face of earthquakes - Marin Sorescu "Creation" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

My words keep slithering away from me - Marin Sorescu "Creation" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

You can sign your name right on cinders - Marin Sorescu "Creation" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

Assessed in buckets of grain - Marin Sorescu "Destiny" transl. by D.J. Enright

Cunning life keeps asking for more - Marin Sorescu "Fountains in the sea" transl. by Seamus Heaney

Divining the heart of the geyser - Marin Sorescu "Fountains in the sea" transl. by Seamus Heaney

Dance out a round on the dreamt eye of water - Marin Sorescu "Fountains in the sea" transl. by Seamus Heaney

Under the tall sky of hope - Marin Sorescu "Fountains in the sea" transl. by Seamus Heaney

Each one the other's phantom limb - Marin Sorescu "Fountains in the sea" transl. by Seamus Heaney

All the museums are afraid of me - Marin Sorescu "Paintings" transl. by Gabriela Dragnea

Closed eyes in dark cellars - Marin Sorescu "Paintings" transl. by Gabriela Dragnea

Holding a cheap imitation in my hands - Marin Sorescu "Paintings" transl. by Gabriela Dragnea

Chasms form inside me and fog - Marin Sorescu "Poisons" transl. by Michael Hamburger

It was Tuesday all last year - Marin Sorescu "Question" transl. by Michael Hamburger

I have hidden in a sea shell - Marin Sorescu "The Sea Shell" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Filtering the sea through my fingers - Marin Sorescu "The Sea Shell" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Repelled by millions of sea shells - Marin Sorescu "The Sea Shell" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Shall I tell philosophy's fortune? - Marin Sorescu "Seneca" transl. by Michael Hamburger

The sun that will not go down again - Marin Sorescu "Seneca" transl. by Michael Hamburger

The mountains and the ravines of the soul - Marin Sorescu "Shakespeare" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Gave to the clowns a free hand - Marin Sorescu "Shakespeare" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Allowed them to turn somersaults - Marin Sorescu "Shakespeare" transl. by Michael Hamburger

And taught King Lear how to wear a crown of straw - Marin Sorescu "Shakespeare" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Plastered the whole world with their playbills - Marin Sorescu "Shakespeare" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Solemnly, crowned as Nero was - Marin Sorescu "Solemnly" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

Who vowed to give them good care - Marin Sorescu "Thieves" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

Another friend that you could trust with a secret - Marin Sorescu "Thieves" transl. by W.D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea

Ancient boundary stone on the edge - Marin Sorescu "To the Sea" transl. by Michael Hamburger

And gave to the wind to carry - Marin Sorescu "To the Sea" transl. by Michael Hamburger

Those fields where the dust is sweet - Marin Sorescu "To the Sea" transl. by Michael Hamburger

This wind is troubling me again - Marin Sorescu "To the Sea" transl. by Michael Hamburger


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Nothing I've found for Schiller on Project Gutenberg credits a translator, so it's possibly self-translated, possibly not. Or maybe he, for some reason, composed in English? Which seems deeply unlikely to me based on his Wikipedia page, but what do I know? I suspect that readers were just supposed to know.


No ether-bath can wash the stigma out - Friedrich Schiller "Actaeon"

Deserted on life's barren strand - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

And left a prey to hazard wild - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

In easy riddles taught the secret - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Before a Solon had devised the laws - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Who wears a glory of Orions twined around her brow - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

When each immortal turned his face away - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Took up her dwelling in that house of clay - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Whom she ordained to feed her holy fire - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Immortal song on victor's deeds attended - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

When the dark hand of destiny failed - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Your circle of creation now expand - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

The barriers upon knowledge are o'erthrown - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Where thousand terrors on him glare - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

That Chance with brazen sceptre rules him not - Friedrich Schiller "The Artists" transl. not credited

Sprigs of fashion by the dozen - Friedrich Schiller "Bacchus in the Pillory"

Many a head that's filled with smoke - Friedrich Schiller "Bacchus in the Pillory"

To the devil gone at last - Friedrich Schiller "Bacchus in the Pillory"

For the wild grim dice of the iron game - Friederich Schiller "The Battle" transl. not credited

Fettered they stand at the stark command - Friederich Schiller "The Battle" transl. not credited

And fire comes sharp from the foremost rank - Friederich Schiller "The Battle" transl. not credited

Echo from the dreary house of woe - Friederich Schiller "Elegy on the Death of a Young Man" transl. not credited

Storms to brave, with thunderbolts to sport - Friederich Schiller "Elegy on the Death of a Young Man" transl. not credited

Under him the realm of shadows gaped - Friederich Schiller "Elegy on the Death of a Young Man" transl. not credited

And the fates his thread began to sever - Friederich Schiller "Elegy on the Death of a Young Man" transl. not credited

Hears the stern clangor of wild spears - Friederich Schiller "Elysium" transl. not credited

Round the sun to fly in endless race - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Checkered circles round the orb to trace - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Drinks refreshment from its fiery chalice - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Were she but effaced from Nature's clockwork - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Into dust would fly the mighty world - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

When with giant force to chaos hurled - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Weave round sin their fearful serpent-coils - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Envy upon Fortune loves to cling - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Blazing worlds will turn to marriage torches - Friederich Schiller "Fantasie--To Laura" transl. not credited

Those heralds mute of pleasing sorrow - Friederich Schiller "The Flowers" transl. not credited

A single wheel impels the whole machine - Friederich Schiller "Friendship" transl. not credited

Did not the same strong mainspring urge and guide - Friederich Schiller "Friendship" transl. not credited

Let earth and sky return to darkness - Friederich Schiller "Friendship" transl. not credited

From the intolerant storm to rest awhile - Friederich Schiller "Friendship" transl. not credited

My griefs should feel a listener in the wind - Friederich Schiller "Friendship" transl. not credited

Numberless suns in the dewdrop revealed - Friederich Schiller "The Fugitive" transl. not credited

The eye tells the woe that is mute to the ears - Friederich Schiller "A Funeral Fantasie" transl. not credited

And we dare to resent what we grudge to resign - Friederich Schiller "A Funeral Fantasie" transl. not credited

Gifted nature with divinity to lift and link - Friedrich Schiller "The Gods of Greece" transl. not credited

All things betrayed to the initiate eye - Friedrich Schiller "The Gods of Greece" transl. not credited

And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore - Friederich Schiller "The Greatness of the World" transl. not credited

For thousands of years to roll on through the skies - Friederich Schiller "The Greatness of the World" transl. not credited

Yearning to reach the dark kingdom of night - Friederich Schiller "The Greatness of the World" transl. not credited

Embryo systems and seas at their source - Friederich Schiller "The Greatness of the World" transl. not credited

The sea in wrath the heavens assailing - Friederich Schiller "Group from Tartarus" transl. not credited

Seek Cocytus' stream that runs wailing below - Friederich Schiller "Group from Tartarus" transl. not credited

Fierce with vengeance for Patroclus slain - Friederich Schiller "Hector and Andromache" transl. not credited

Mad with rapture, to the portal - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

Where the unknown has his dwelling - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

All of joy imbibe the dew - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

When the wheel of time goes round - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

From the bud she lures the flower - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

Suns from out their orbs of light - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

Distant spheres obey her power - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

From truth's own glass of fire - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

Whom the stars praise as they roll - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

Faith to keep each promise spoken - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

The sullen mayor who reigns in hell - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

All pleasure lost in cursing once - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Boiled down all his blood to brine - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Drank full many a draught of Phlegethon's black flood - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

The road is long, and hell is deep - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Dons his cap of mists and furs - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Stood before hell's mighty czar - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Where all they of Prometheus' stem must come - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Make haste to bring your wares to light - Friedrich Schiller "The Hypochondriacal Pluto"

Breathes the false incense of his fatal sigh - Friederich Schiller "Infanticide" transl. not credited

Out from their graves his oaths spoke back in thunder - Friederich Schiller "Infanticide" transl. not credited

The perjury stalked like murder in the sun - Friederich Schiller "Infanticide" transl. not credited

As swoops the dizzy darkness o'er me - Friederich Schiller "Infanticide" transl. not credited

Let my wrongs unto the earth be given - Friederich Schiller "Infanticide" transl. not credited

The doom of worlds in those dark sails - Friedrich Schiller "The Invincible Armada" transl. not credited

A thunder heavy in its cloud - Friedrich Schiller "The Invincible Armada" transl. not credited

Dug from law its deep foundations - Friedrich Schiller "The Invincible Armada" transl. not credited

Behold the hidden and the giant fires - Friedrich Schiller "The Invincible Armada" transl. not credited

And the Armada went to every wind - Friedrich Schiller "The Invincible Armada" transl. not credited

Catch crabs in Lethe's flood - Friedrich Schiller "The Journalists and Minos"

Engaged with anxious care in pumping Lethe out - Friedrich Schiller "The Journalists and Minos"

When I have crossed dark Lethe's river - Friedrich Schiller "Klopstock and Wieland"

Had I wings to lift me upward - Friedrich Schiller "Longing [Ach, aus Thales Gründen]"

A bark all lonely tosses without steersman - Friedrich Schiller "Longing [Ach, aus Thales Gründen]"

Sure some fate its sails will guide - Friedrich Schiller "Longing [Ach, aus Thales Gründen]"

For the gods will lend no hand - Friedrich Schiller "Longing [Ach, aus Thales Gründen]"

My talisman all tyrants hates - Friedrich Schiller "Man's Dignity"

Through life's gates to where the dead are found - Friedrich Schiller "Man's Dignity"

Squandered the tokens of their fame - Friedrich Schiller "Man's Dignity"

Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flame - Friederich Schiller "Melancholy--To Laura" transl. not credited

The lovely sins age curses to recall - Friederich Schiller "Melancholy--To Laura" transl. not credited

Night's gloomy jaws veil him darkly - Friedrich Schiller "Monument of Moor the Robber"

Let a Fury borrow lyre, notes, and dress - Friedrich Schiller "The Muses' Revenge"

As kites a pigeon follow, they attacked - Friedrich Schiller "The Muses' Revenge"

By eating stolen bread her living gets - Friedrich Schiller "The Parallel"

Doomsday-storms rage round about - Friedrich Schiller "The Peasants"

Stumbling over stock and stone - Friedrich Schiller "The Peasants"

Plague's contagious murderous breath - Friedrich Schiller "The Plague"

Fortune's juggling wheel to view - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

On the iron plain of glory dance - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

That Orion might receive my fame - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

On the time-flood's heaving waves my name - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

Rocked in glory in the mighty tide - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

That Kronos' dreaded scythe was shivered - Friedrich Schiller "Reproach-To Laura"

Viewed in the hollow mirror of remorse - Friedrich Schiller "Resignation" transl. not credited

When will ancient wounds be covered o'er? - Friederich Schiller "Rousseau" transl. not credited

And hell has traversed with whole hide - Friedrich Schiller "The Simple Peasant"

May tell us how our flax and wheat arise - Friedrich Schiller "The Simple Peasant"

A mighty oak here ruined lies - Friedrich Schiller "Spinosa"

To revenge themselves on winter's north wind cold - Friedrich Schiller "Thoughts on the 1st October, 1781"

Whence whispers dread and yells despairing rise - Friederich Schiller "To Laura at the Harpsichord" transl. not credited

The dark troubled tablets which enroll the Past - Friederich Schiller "To Laura (The Mystery of Reminiscence)" transl. not credited

Unmeasured space our chainless footsteps trod - Friederich Schiller "To Laura (The Mystery of Reminiscence)" transl. not credited

Sigh to restore the rapture and the reign - Friederich Schiller "To Laura (The Mystery of Reminiscence)" transl. not credited

Will fly when the north winds awaken - Friederich Schiller "To Minna" transl. not credited

Wit with wondrous splendor flares - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

Where the world's eye is hid by cheating night - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

And glowing flames the hearts assail - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

Life's nervous thread with care to twist - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

Full often thorns upon the thread - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

For thorns and roses there outspread - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

Threat to break the thread by force - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

I'll take whatever prize sage Clotho gives - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

My spirit from its shell breaks free - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

Let to infinity the thread extend - Friedrich Schiller "To the Fates"

In banquets bright that have no end - Friederich Schiller "The Triumph of Love" transl. not credited

Through the boundless realms of light - Friederich Schiller "The Triumph of Love" transl. not credited

Wisdom with the glance of fire - Friederich Schiller "The Triumph of Love" transl. not credited

Who rent the mystic veil in twain - Friederich Schiller "The Triumph of Love" transl. not credited


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The dim edge of sleep - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"

Where waking eyes may follow - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"

That drinks the river of my love - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"

Before the temple of the Night - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"

Received the rose-leaf soul - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"

The soul of fire fell - Robert Alden Sanborn "To a Child Falling Asleep"


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In the life we do not lead - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

A cold jail cell flooded with light - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

Through a cherry blossom orchard at night - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

Loud as the ghosts of prisoners long-forgotten - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

The hour hand of a broken clock - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

Bathing your shadow in ice water - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

The rains have undone the river - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

A braid of water and cement - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

Wade in your silence - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

An ocean raging within a stone - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"

Two images returning to the same darkness - Simon Shieh "Poem Addressed to You"


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Not the men nor the jackals - Erika L. Sanchez "All of Us"

Inscribed by those who came before - Erika L. Sanchez "All of Us"

Under a violence of stars - Erika L. Sanchez "All of Us"

What their eyes cannot - Erika L. Sanchez "All of Us"

Ate the bones of her enemies - Erika L. Sanchez "All of Us"

The lovely hooves and mangled pianos - Erika L. Sanchez "Baptism"

My worthless shards of longing - Erika L. Sanchez "Capital"

The tiny blades of the cricket song - Erika L. Sanchez "Capital"

In the vespers' milky hush - Erika L. Sanchez "Capital"

Endless shriek of purple cloud - Erika L. Sanchez "Capital"

A rusted trumpet plays itself - Erika L. Sanchez "Capital"

A body licked by stars - Erika L. Sanchez "Departure"

Bless these burnt wings - Erika L. Sanchez "Departure"

Forever confused by the mysteries of light - Erika L. Sanchez "Hyacinth"

Memorizes the music of machines - Erika L. Sanchez "Juarez"

Glass scattered like confetti - Erika L. Sanchez "Kindness"

Beelzebub flaps his frozen wings - Erika L. Sanchez "The Loop"

Your silence is a sealed jar of water - Erika L. Sanchez "The Loop"

In a field of broken antlers - Erika L. Sanchez "Love Story"

The pleasure of tangled violins - Erika L. Sanchez "Love Story"

Every night I dream of scissors - Erika L. Sanchez "On the Eve of the Tepehuan Revolt"

And like those jubilant saplings - Erika L. Sanchez "Poems of My Humiliations"

The sun whisking your deepest marrow - Erika L. Sanchez "Portrait of a Wetback"

A spirit so riddled with leeches - Erika L. Sanchez "Quincenera"

Always tearing at the hollyhocks - Erika L. Sanchez "Self-Portrait"

Feed the birds of my failures - Erika L. Sanchez "Self-Portrait"

An umbrella opens inside me - Erika L. Sanchez "Self-Portrait"

Holding a suitcase full of feathers - Erika L. Sanchez "Self-Portrait 2"

Under the torched gown of sky - Erika L. Sanchez "Self-
Portrait 2"

Ate scorpions with your naked fingers - Erika L. Sanchez "Six Months after Contemplating Suicide"

Some days you knelt on coins - Erika L. Sanchez "Six Months after Contemplating Suicide"

A stranger to my own ruin - Erika L. Sanchez "A Woman Runs on the First Day of Spring"

Give alms to my best sins - Erika L. Sanchez "A Woman Runs on the First Day of Spring"

Follow the sound of thawing snow - Erika L. Sanchez "A Woman Runs on the First Day of Spring"


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Sailing on glass - Sonia Sanchez "5 Haiku"

To escape my persistent air - Sonia Sanchez "Haiku 4"

A voice stained like iron - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Sisters of silver creators of light - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Itinerant eyes in expatriate hearts - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Betrothed to dreams - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Walking in precise memory - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Planting our songs among the stars and on the waters - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

The dew laughing in the trees - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Their voices echo the dew - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Unafraid of ashes - Sonia Sanchez "9 haiku (for Freedom's Sisters)"

Reborn in stone in wind in water - Sonia Sanchez "On the Occasion of Essence's Twenty-fifth Anniversary"

Against this mad vibration of death - Sonia Sanchez "On the Occasion of Essence's Twenty-fifth Anniversary"

To write our names in history - Sonia Sanchez "Poem"

A long ride to the deep - Sonia Sanchez "Sonku"

Remembering your sound - Sonia Sanchez "10 Haiku (for Max Roach)"

Return to earth in prayer - Sonia Sanchez "10 Haiku (for Max Roach)"

Pause with rainbows - Sonia Sanchez "10 Haiku (for Philadelphia Murals)"

Hear our bones singing - Sonia Sanchez "10 Haiku (for Philadelphia Murals)"

Out of their river mouths - Sonia Sanchez "This Is Not a Small Voice"

The bones of the alphabet - Sonia Sanchez "This Is Not a Small Voice"

I shall become a collector of me - Sonia Sanchez "Wounded in the House of a Friend: Set No. 1"

The unspoken word is born - Sonia Sanchez "Wounded in the House of a Friend: Set No. 1"


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Saw-edged teeth in my peripheral vision - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Advertise a propensity for dark-red - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Window-perched cats and foraging chipmunks - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Save pomegranate seeds in glass jars - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Line their pantry shelves with the antioxidant beads - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Still water as their mirror - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Their seamless smiles, their measured words - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Ensorcelling as their unearthly clear eyes - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

To empty the contents of your (un)troubled heart - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Where nature swings its wettest, coldest fist - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

The one thing they cannot make their own - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Thorned whispers well below a human's capacity to hear - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Honeyed whispers composed millennia ago - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Clothespinned across a buzzing canvas of vermillion - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Carried on the inhalation of ill-preparation and innocence - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Cast mirror-fogged webs into the center - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

A cold curiosity regarding the husk they've left - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"

Navigate among charmers unscathed - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"


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Spilling blue words like soft rain - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Guide you from the edge of hard things - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Ignore snapping mouths of decision - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Unlock yourself into a stagnant life - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Hide from the biting hum of time - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Where mind weaves absence and regret - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"

Into cramped stillness whispering, Wait - E.F. Schraeder "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"


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Searches far sometimes into the red dust - Carl Sandburg "The Answer"

In the republic of the winking stars and spent cataclysms - Carl Sandburg "The Answer"

Crawl into a dusk of velvet - Carl Sandburg "The Answer"

People so near nothing - Carl Sandburg "Anywhere and Everywhere People"

Everywhere without being seen - Carl Sandburg "Anywhere and Everywhere People"

Your shabbiest, weariest hunger - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

Leave me a little love - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

Breaking the long loneliness - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

The changing shores of shadow - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

That sit and give the world its orders - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow - Carl Sandburg "At a Window"

Goes down to eat ashes - Carl Sandburg "At the Gates of Tombs"

At the gates of tombs silence is a gift - Carl Sandburg "At the Gates of Tombs"

Lost among the used-up cinders - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

Laid on bones taken from the ribs of the earth - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

Ready for the hammers of changing - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

Ready for the dust and fire and wind - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

A cry out of storm and dark - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

A red yell and a purple prayer - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"

A smut on every human blossom - Carl Sandburg "Billy Sunday"

A bughouse peddler of second-hand gospel - Carl Sandburg "Billy Sunday"

So many stars and so few hours to dream - Carl Sandburg "Black Horizons"

A name is a cheap thing - Carl Sandburg "Blacklisted"

No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak - Carl Sandburg "Bones"

Down on the floors of salt and wet - Carl Sandburg "Bones"

In dusk and dust and dreams - Carl Sandburg "Bringers"

Into the hooves and guns of the storm - Carl Sandburg "Bronzes"

Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil - Carl Sandburg "Chicago"

Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth - Carl Sandburg "Chicago"

Under the terrible burden of destiny - Carl Sandburg "Chicago"

The cut glass vases standing slender - Carl Sandburg "Child of the Romans"

The play of fountains at night - Carl Sandburg "Choices"

Water sparkling a drowsy monotone - Carl Sandburg "Choices"

A remembering of regrets - Carl Sandburg "Choices"

Go by and come back - Carl Sandburg "Clouds"

Partners in the mist - Carl Sandburg "A Coin"

The two that fade away together - Carl Sandburg "A Coin"

Stronger than all proud men - Carl Sandburg "Death Snips Proud Men"

Here is dust remembers it was a rose - Carl Sandburg "Dust"

Listen for what comes - Carl Sandburg "Ears"

When the mazy stars neither point nor beckon - Carl Sandburg "Experience"

Open when you wake - Carl Sandburg "Eyes"

Out of the sea a song - Carl Sandburg "Far Rockaway Night Till Morn"

Mix the high howls of your dancing - Carl Sandburg "Fins"

Shoot your laugh of rainbow foam - Carl Sandburg "Fins"

Rust and gold on the roofs of the sea - Carl Sandburg "Fins"

All broken hearts, empty hands, sleeping soldiers - Carl Sandburg "Fire Dreams"

And down in a garden old with years - Carl Sandburg "Follies"

Broken walls of ruin and story - Carl Sandburg "Follies"

Roses rise with red rain-memories - Carl Sandburg "Follies"

Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth - Carl Sandburg "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind"

The doors are twisted on broken hinges - Carl Sandburg "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind"

Slippery frozen places of the earth - Carl Sandburg "Four Steichen Prints"

Threw you into a pot of thorns - Carl Sandburg "Four Steichen Prints"

Rippled and twisted in sliding rising scales - Carl Sandburg "Four Steichen Prints"

Fifty with aching hearts - Carl Sandburg "Gone"

Over the graves of the thousand - Carl Sandburg "Graves"

Your great way of forgetting - Carl Sandburg "Graves"

Today I worship the hammer - Carl Sandburg "The Hammer"

Fought in the dust for a song - Carl Sandburg "Hits and Runs"

The way the wind measures the weather - Carl Sandburg "How Much?"

A few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I Am the People, the Mob"

The audience that witnesses history - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"

Spatter a few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"

Use the lessons of yesterday - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"

And no longer forget who robbed me last year - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"

But only the moon remembers - Carl Sandburg "I Sang"

Catching play of sun-fire - Carl Sandburg "In a Breath"

Singing arch of my skull - Carl Sandburg "In Tall Grass"

The drone of dreams of honey - Carl Sandburg "In Tall Grass"

The shovel is brother to the gun - Carl Sandburg "Iron"

With their hands on the jaws of death - Carl Sandburg "Jaws"

Wrapped in the smoke of memories - Carl Sandburg "Knucks"

Broken to shape of thought - Carl Sandburg "Languages"

Colored with bitter wrongs - Carl Sandburg "Lawyers"

Mingled with monumental patience - Carl Sandburg "Lawyers"

Know a dead man's thoughts too well - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"

Too many doors to go in and out - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"

The knack of a mason outlasts a moon - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"

Build a house no wind blows over - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"

The law of stars held together - Carl Sandburg "Long Guns"

To conquer the insults of the moon - Carl Sandburg "Long Guns"

Where fog trails and mist creeps - Carl Sandburg "Lost"

Some lost child in tears and trouble - Carl Sandburg "Lost"

Voices reaching for the hear of the world - Carl Sandburg "Mask"

The sudden rise and slow relapse - Carl Sandburg "Monotone"

Of the long multitudinous rain - Carl Sandburg "Monotone"

Bannered with fire and gold - Carl Sandburg "Monotone"

The peace of long warm rain - Carl Sandburg "Monotone"

Got lost in the sky - Carl Sandburg "The Moon"

Among stars shattered in spray - Carl Sandburg "Night Stuff"

Twisted the roots under my heart - Carl Sandburg "Night Stuff"

Nobody is yourself - Carl Sandburg "Nobody"

On a six-foot stage of dust - Carl Sandburg "Old Osawatomie"

Singing rhythms in silence - Carl Sandburg "On the Breakwater"

Out of your many faces flash memories - Carl Sandburg "Passers-by"

Throats in the clutch of a hope - Carl Sandburg "Passers-by"

Dark as a stack of black cats - Carl Sandburg "Picnic Boat"

When you ask what is my desire - Carl Sandburg "Poems Done on a Late Night Car"

To cry only softly at the ashes of my mysteries - Carl Sandburg "Poems Done on a Late Night Car"

You that so flung your crimson to the sun - Carl Sandburg "Poems Done on a Late Night Car"

A man sunken to less than cinders - Carl Sandburg "Pool"

A tea-cup of ashes or so - Carl Sandburg "Pool"

Slides by on a high wind calling - Carl Sandburg "Potomac Town in February"

I know what the rainbow writes - Carl Sandburg "Prairie"

Through blue nights into white stars - Carl Sandburg "Prayers of Steel"

Let me lift and loosen old foundations - Carl Sandburg "Prayers of Steel"

The great nail holding a skyscraper - Carl Sandburg "Prayers of Steel"

Take your fill of intimate remorse, perfume sorrow - Carl Sandburg "The Right to Grief"

Swimming in midnights of coal mines - Carl Sandburg "River Roads"

Let the woodpecker drum and drum - Carl Sandburg "River Roads"

Hold the birds in a looking-glass - Carl Sandburg "River Roads"

Shiver to the blur of many wings - Carl Sandburg "River Roads"

Talking to a spread of white stars - Carl Sandburg "Shirt"

Broken answers of remembrance - Carl Sandburg "Shirt"

Somewhere in the city's push and fury - Carl Sandburg "Shirt"

An arm of sand in the span of salt - Carl Sandburg "Sketch"

Lucid and endless wrinkles draw in - Carl Sandburg "Sketch"

A soul of dreams and thoughts and memories - Carl Sandburg "Skyscraper"

And the press of time running into centuries - Carl Sandburg "Skyscraper"

Smoke of the finished steel - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

By the oath of work - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

In the secret of our numbers - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

For a hidden and glimpsing moon - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

The smoke changes its shadow - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

Lost in the sieves of yesterday - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

Shadow-dance and laugh at the cost - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

Spools of fire wind - Carl Sandburg "Smoke and Steel"

On a dark night when lovers pass whispering - Carl Sandburg "Still Life"

Ghost songs and love to the harvest moon - Carl Sandburg "Theme in Yellow"

With a dust gagging the heart - Carl Sandburg "They All Want to Play Hamlet"

The fine cloth of your love - Carl Sandburg "They Buy with an Eye to Looks"

Could answer the metronomes of blood - Carl Sandburg "They Met Young"

A slouching, foolish moon - Carl Sandburg "They Met Young"

Your blinking wonderful eyes - Carl Sandburg "Think About Wheels"

Heard three red words - Carl Sandburg "Threes"

Slow from deep lungs - Carl Sandburg "Threes"

Whether love talks and roses grow - Carl Sandburg "To a Dead Man"

Handle dust going to a long country - Carl Sandburg "To Certain Journeymen"

A music for lonely hearts - Carl Sandburg "To Know Silence Perfectly"

Painted over haggard bones - Carl Sandburg "Trafficker"

And they cover you - Carl Sandburg "Two"

Unless the rain is willing - Carl Sandburg "Two Nocturns"

A million miles of white snowstorms - Carl Sandburg "Two Strangers Breakfast"

On the horn of an Arctic moon - Carl Sandburg "Two Strangers Breakfast"

The hum and the hurry of passing footfalls - Carl Sandburg "Under a Hat Rim"

Out of the look on a face - Carl Sandburg "Under a Hat Rim"

Comes and touches you with a thousand memories - Carl Sandburg "Under the Harvest Moon"

Touches you with a thousand memories - Carl Sandburg "Under the Harvest Moon"

And the red wrongs she has done - Carl Sandburg "Washerwoman"

Because the wilderness gave it to me - Carl Sandburg "Wilderness"

Circle and loop and double-cross - Carl Sandburg "Wilderness"

Flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams - Carl Sandburg "Wilderness"

Over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes - Carl Sandburg "Wilderness"

Broken across with slashes of light - Carl Sandburg "Window"

Dust and a bitter wind - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

Whistling ragtime against the sunsets - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

Stone and steel of your sleeping numbers - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

Count out cities and forget the numbers - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

The hungry hunting storms - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

Come along on the tearing blizzard tails - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

The snouts of the hungry hunting storms - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

The wind of the lake shore waits and wanders - Carl Sandburg "The Windy City"

Regrets fly kites in your eyes - Carl Sandburg "Wistful"

Stuff their pipes with dreams - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

Where the hammers and shovels sleep in corners - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

The night watchmen stuff their pipes with dreams - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

Search their heads for meanings, stories, stars - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

Even if we forget our names and houses in the finish - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

Sleep is the first and last and best of all - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"

Song mouths connecting with song hearts - Carl Sandburg "Work Gangs"


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Inhalation and exhalation paused - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Stretching its spiral arms up the curve of my backbone - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Burgeoned by the gravity of blue stars and red dwarfs - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

The orbits of universes pinging against my skeleton - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Whose body is being endlessly expanded - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Witness to this dread and wonder - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Into the black-hole heart of the galaxy - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"

Filled with circumgalactic stardust and the void - R.B. Simon "The Galaxy that Swallowed Me from the Inside Out"


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To challenge the waking skies - Margaret E. Sangster "At Dawn: I. The Caveman"

Akin to the waking world - Margaret E. Sangster "At Dawn: I. The Caveman"

Above the wind's low laughter - Margaret E. Sangster "At Dawn: II. The Pioneer"

Sent from earth to kiss the sky - Margaret E. Sangster "At Dawn: III. The Farmer"

Temptation came to me today - Margaret E. Sangster "'Be of Good Cheer!'"

As dreams across an endless night - Margaret E. Sangster "'Be of Good Cheer!'"

Memories on noiseless feet - Margaret E. Sangster "'Be of Good Cheer!'"

And half-hidden melody - Margaret E. Sangster "Colors"

With silver throated mirth - Margaret E. Sangster "Five Sonnets: I. The Coming"

A part of some vague yesterday - Margaret E. Sangster "Five Sonnets: V. Moon-Glow"

Swift shadows on the wall - Margaret E. Sangster "From My Room"

From hearts that stay unmended - Margaret E. Sangster "From Paris to Chateau Thierry"

Against the troubled fever of the earth - Margaret E. Sangster "I Dreamed Your Face"

Rose despondent in the morning - Margaret E. Sangster "I Dreamed Your Face"

Until you turn to star-shine - Margaret E. Sangster "Intangible"

A moonbeam thrown across my heart - Margaret E. Sangster "Intangible"

Where even joy has a minor strain - Margaret E. Sangster "Music of the Slums: I. The Violin-Maker"

Joy that touches pain - Margaret E. Sangster "Music of the Slums: II. The Park Band"

Young love and broken life - Margaret E. Sangster "Music of the Slums: II. The Park Band"

With shattered stones of life - Margaret E. Sangster "The Phoenix"

Cutting a path of promise - Margaret E. Sangster "Preface"

A silence that is kin to sleep - Margaret E. Sangster "Preface"

Roads reach to strife - Margaret E. Sangster "Preface"

Laughing in your shallows - Margaret E. Sangster "The River and the Tree"

Somber in your deeps - Margaret E. Sangster "The River and the Tree"

Not ghosts, perhaps, but dreams - Margaret E. Sangster "To an Old Schoolhouse"

Sweet as a pale, courageous star - Margaret E. Sangster "To an Old Schoolhouse"

And their dreams dew kissed - Margaret E. Sangster "To an Old Schoolhouse"

My heart wanders with you - Margaret E. Sangster "Two Lullabies: II. Poppy Land"

We timed our vagrant feet - Margaret E. Sangster "Wood Magic"

Underneath a wall of mottled stone - Margaret E. Sangster "Wood Magic"


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Have dared with black envy - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Invocation"

In thy dark house of clay - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Invocation"

Till valor and love be no more - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Invocation"

Gather a store of sweet delight - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior" (transl. from the Anishinaabemowin either by the poet or by her husband)

Lone island of the saltless sea - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior" (transl. from the Anishinaabemowin either by the poet or by her husband)

A song's sweet strains to tell - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior" (transl. from the Anishinaabemowin either by the poet or by her husband)

Half so sweet to memory's eye - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "To the Pine Tree" transl. either by the poet or by her husband


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Our hair with marigolds was wound - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Our bodices with love-knots laced - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Our merchandise with tansy bound - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

And down each stair they thronged - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

The line that I had drawn with bleeding thumb - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

And drew them by the left hand in - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

With cantrip kisses seven - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Three times round with kisses seven - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Warped and woven there spun we - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Laughed as long as they had breath - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Imps keeping time with skip and hop - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

Of bell and whip and horse's tail - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"

And taught me art and glamourie - William Bell Scott "The Witch's Ballad"


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Savored every second sickly sweet - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"

The welcome weight of hands holding - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"

The plums could have been less bitter - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"

The pomegranates were out of season - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"

Clog my arteries with sweet nothings - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"

Let the static swallow me whole - Elizabeth Shvarts "Nothing More to Say"


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Paler than dry grass - Sappho (transl. by Mary Barnard)

Has put a torch to your heart - Sappho (transl. by Mary Barnard)

Mother of beauty, mother of joy - Sappho "XII" (translated by Bliss Carman)

A wound in beauty's side - Sappho "XII" (translated by Bliss Carman)

Be quelled for an hour - Sappho "XII" (translated by Bliss Carman)

Before all else was desire - Sappho "XII" (translated by Bliss Carman)


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broke my eyes into lighthouse shards - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

my skin is a mirror of past lives - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

the river for me never quenched - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

Lethe I dream your forgetting - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

the wolf in a guise of three heads - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

the wolf in a skin of bare steel - Alexandra Seidel "Cerberus, Seeking Lethe"

The sunlight in your swollen belly of mist - Alexandra Seidel "The City that Wasn't There"

Never really left the Forbidden City of your heart - Alexandra Seidel "The City that Wasn't There"

The realm you built to your own grandeur - Alexandra Seidel "The City that Wasn't There"

The northern center of the jade polished realm - Alexandra Seidel "The City that Wasn't There"

A land of ice and fire beneath ether shores - Alexandra Seidel "Give Me Pluto"

Flowing down like lingering light - Alexandra Seidel "The Honey Man"

The science of stars caught in these spheres - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Cosmic mysteries trapped in Platonic shells - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Knew their movement like black on white - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Bright syntax on neck-twisting black - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Sighing melodies to a strange giant - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

His eyes blinded shut with night and stars - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Bodies like bells ringing through nothing - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Arrested masses in space, in time - Alexandra Seidel "Kepler's Music"

Before I lie down in bed with my coins and shroud - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"

That really walks the long roads with me - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"

I collect photos to collect my life - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"

Almost enough for a voodoo doll - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"

Hidden behind simple truth - Alexandra Seidel "Three Visions Seen from Upside-Down"

The relentless abacus of fate - Alexandra Seidel "Three Visions Seen from Upside-Down"


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After the long enduring - May Sarton "After the Long Enduring"

Or less than your own - May Sarton "Best Friend"

The rudder sometimes wobbly - May Sarton "Coming Into Eighty"

Greet us at landfall - May Sarton "Coming Into Eighty"

The last mysterious voyage - May Sarton "Coming Into Eighty"

Can't stay anchored - May Sarton "Coming Into Eighty"

On the snow-locked ground - May Sarton "December Moon"

Present in your absence - May Sarton "Elegy"

To share the wind - May Sarton "Friendship and Illness"

Beside my own mystery - May Sarton "A Handful of Thyme"

The eloquence of his sleep - May Sarton "Luxury"

Embroider the air - May Sarton "Luxury"

But only the crows - May Sarton "The O's of November"

Pulled down to earth - May Sarton "The O's of November"

Joy leaps to my throat - May Sarton "Renascence"

An explosion of memory - May Sarton "Rinsing the Eye"

Spoke such a tender word - May Sarton "Small Joys: New Year 1990"

Memory is merciless - May Sarton "The Teacher"

Never answer another letter - May Sarton "Wanting to Die"


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Like the lost behind hell's gate - Frederick George Scott "The Abbot"

Will live when Death is dead - Frederick George Scott "Andante"

The veil of night withdrawn - Frederick George Scott "At Lauds"

Bowed with the burden of emptiness - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Blackened with passion and woe - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

A meteor of hope in the darkness - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Roll over the city of doom - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

The weights of the winds and the rains - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Love at the core of the universe - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Grounded in depths of eternity - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Rolls from the face of the dawn - Frederick George Scott "Calvary"

Hurled on heedless eastern coasts - Frederick George Scott "Columbus"

Like a star behind the polar lights - Frederick George Scott "Columbus"

That will quarrel for a coin - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

Under the heel of tyrants - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

Upon the pebbles of her streets - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

Murderous snares around his path - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

With eyes that cursed her very stones - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

Into the citadel deserted by the tyrant - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

Which has braved a thousand storms - Frederick George Scott "Dion"

In the surf of the furthest star's sea - Frederick George Scott "A Dream of the Prehistoric"

Who speaks in the thunders of space - Frederick George Scott "A Dream of the Prehistoric"

Held above the gulfs of chaos - Frederick George Scott "The Everlasting Father"

On the blinded eyes that weep - Frederick George Scott "The Everlasting Father"

Make the universe a mirror - Frederick George Scott "The Everlasting Father"

With lightning in a jagged fret - Frederick George Scott "The Feud"

Beats its noontide harmonies - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

Topple and reel upon my burning blood - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

The wind-swept harp of earth - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

Fills my veins with rivers of excess - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

The arrow-screams of frightened gulls - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

Pluck up mountains by the roots - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

A wild tempest blows the daylight out - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

Crush down continents of powdered bones - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

That out-top the adoring spheres - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

The spent stars from their orbits reel - Frederick George Scott "The Frenzy of Prometheus"

In each man's heart a secret temple - Frederick George Scott "Idols"

Her moon-candle burns till dawn - Frederick George Scott "In the Woods"

Dominion in your iron hands - Frederick George Scott "In Via Mortis"

A heart of steel to conquer - Frederick George Scott "In Via Mortis"

True homage to his Queen - Frederick George Scott "Love Slighted"

My soul unfurls its sails - Frederick George Scott "My Lattice"

Sail beyond the solar light - Frederick George Scott "My Lattice"

Pass great worlds of silent stone - Frederick George Scott "My Lattice"

Meet with spheres of fiery mist - Frederick George Scott "My Lattice"

And hear the sparrows calling - Frederick George Scott "My Lattice"

Wearing helmets of eternal snows - Frederick George Scott "Natura Victrix"

On the poppy slopes of hell - Frederick George Scott "Natura Victrix"

From the lines of faded ink - Frederick George Scott "Old Letters"

As brown as an ancient scroll - Frederick George Scott "On an Old Venetian Portrait"

Beyond the empire of the will - Frederick George Scott "A Reverie"

Teeth of brass that gnaw - Frederick George Scott "Samson"

A wind of scattered straws - Frederick George Scott "Samson"

Drained earth's pleasures to the lees - Frederick George Scott "Solomon"

Sought to borrow sleep from sorrow - Frederick George Scott "Sorrow's Waking"

Slakes desire with liquid fire - Frederick George Scott "The Sting of Death"

To thy heart's dungeons deep - Frederick George Scott "Te Judice"

Till their ghosts are unmasked - Frederick George Scott "Te Judice"

Sun-widowed and veiled with thin air - Frederick George Scott "Thor"

Above life's troubled currents shine - Frederick George Scott "To My Wife"

Harbours wrought by love - Frederick George Scott "To My Wife"


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Poured out on thy granite shore - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Towers half hung in the sun - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Comes down as a bride to the sea - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Fled with a roar through the rock - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Filled with faces divine - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Ghosts on the midnight skies - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Old Babylon etched on the night - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

The wealth of the world in her hair - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Till the new day quenches the lamps - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"


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Nor thou the crimson sheen - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

As warm, we'll say, is the russet grey - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

And the oak's brown side - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

The Fairies' fatal green - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

Heaven shield the brave Gallant - Sir Walter Scott "Cavalier Song"

From the rain-drops shall borrow - Sir Walter Scott "Coronach"

Prolonged the sway of timeless darkness - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Wizard, witch, and fiend have power - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Wild as a marsh-borne meteor's glance - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Lingering on the morning wind - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Plies the hooked staff and the shortened scythe - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Placed close within destruction's scope - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

That which peasant's scythe demands - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Heroes before each fatal sweep fell thick - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Through rolling smoke the Demon's eye - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The deadly tug of war at length must limits find - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

For ten long hours of doubt and dread - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Confront the battery's jaws of flame - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The mandate which sent out their bravest and their best - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

And fresher thunders wake the war - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Ambition's dizzy paths essayed - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Though twice ten thousand men have died - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Displayed the wrecks of its impetuous course - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Down the dread current hurled - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

To raise ambition from the ground - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Till envious ivy did around thee cling - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Voice mute among the festal crowd - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Though scarce my skill command - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

The wizard note has not been touched in vain - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide - Sir Walter Scott "Lufra [from The Lady of the Lake" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]

The sport by strange intruder broken short - Sir Walter Scott "Lufra [from The Lady of the Lake" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]

Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

Ere the step of a foeman draws near - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

For him not Minstrel raptures swell - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

High though his titles, proud his name - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Boundless his wealth as wish can claim - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Living, shall forfeit fair renown - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

The owl from the steeple sing - Sir Walter Scott "Proud Maisie"

The owl from the steeple sing welcome - Sir Walter Scott "Proud Maisie"

And hallow the goblet that flows to his name - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

And their jubilee-shout shall be softened - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

The perils his wisdom foresaw - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

For her glory's rich harvest - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

Deaf to the tale of our victories won - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

And the zeal that obeyed - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

Sweet the linnet sing repose - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

The bracken curtain for my head - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

My lullaby the warder's tread - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

And press the rue for wine - Sir Walter Scott "A Weary Lot Is Thine"

But she shall bloom in winter snow - Sir Walter Scott "A Weary Lot Is Thine"


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Commanding candlelight and quicksand - Nicole Sealey "and"

Sandalwood and mandrake - Nicole Sealey "and"

Resembling the beginning of a miracle - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Allowing the night to have the last word - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Like an angel spread across the horizon - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Dreadful prophecy refusing to be contained - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

To have a sky that stays there - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Questions as old as light - Nicole Sealey "cento for the night i said, 'i love you'"

Your covetous pulse for chaos - Nicole Sealey "even the gods"

Birds disappeared by rain - Nicole Sealey "the first person who will live to be one hundred and fifty years old has already been born"

How lucky am I to go unnoticed - Nicole Sealey "heretofore unuttered"

The moonlight does not convince sunrise - Nicole Sealey "imagine sisyphus happy"

A role played on occasion - Nicole Sealey "legendary"

Like dawn indebted to light - Nicole Sealey "object permanence"

How we entertain the angels - Nicole Sealey "object permanence"

Spare me gloved hands - Nicole Sealey "unframed"

The sounds empty makes inside a vacant house - Nicole Sealey "unfurnished"


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Late birds on impatient wing - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

Give sorrow to the winds that blow - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

Dim paths that lead to odorous glooms - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

The purple promise of the spring is writ in violets - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

They who walk upon the heights - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

Not hurtled by the passing storm - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

Who seek to put unsolved things away - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

That dares not bide amid its ghosts - Howard Glyndon "At Odds" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XI, no.26, May 1873]

Your proud heart disowned - Laura Redden Searing "Corinna Confesses"

Hindered your seeing the heights - Laura Redden Searing "Corinna Confesses"

In spite of denial - Laura Redden Searing "Corinna Confesses"

Loved me at arms' length - Laura Redden Searing "Corinna Confesses"

Too strong for my breaking - Laura Redden Searing "Corinna Confesses"

You cannot set a foot upon the ground - Howard Glyndon "The Home of the Gentians" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Sept. 1880]

Scattered lavishly and without care - Howard Glyndon "The Home of the Gentians" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Sept. 1880]

Leaving the riches of the sweet red clover - Howard Glyndon "The Home of the Gentians" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Sept. 1880]

More old in sorrow than in years - Howard Glyndon "Seniority" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

Long pain that turns us bitter cold - Howard Glyndon "Seniority" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

That weeping of the heart that mounts not to the eyes - Howard Glyndon "Seniority" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

A strong sorrow held in strong control - Howard Glyndon "Seniority" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

Sweetness and tears so blended in our blood - Howard Glyndon "Seniority" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]


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That throw a network glow - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

The hemlock spread my fragrant bed - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

The black mountain eagle drinking the sun - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

From my fount of shadowy glass - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

The lean wolf laps my flow - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

In my jagged cradle heard - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

And laugh in the open blue - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

Where our sharp, sworded lightning cut sudden - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Homestead and harvest had vanished in fire - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Launched forth their fleet legions to capture and kill - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

The red torch of the day - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

When the bark of the black fox is heard - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

And the black cat seeks prey - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

In the delicate snow of the moon - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

Shouts to the hovering eagle - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

On his ear a low rumble - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

The bold shout of the torrent - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

Sky-pictures of silver and sapphire - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

In chaos of frantic wrath - Alfred B. Street "The Cataract"

The grand roar of thy anthem - Alfred B. Street "The Cataract"

Throne for the thunder - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Cleft in each century's shock - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Blacker the great crag's scowl - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

The fierce storm-lion's distant growl - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Wild crag and wild storm - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

When the wave rolls black with storm - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

With eye of wild and flashing crimson - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Thus sailed the brindled loon - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Before the eagle furls his pinion - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Blots the shoal with golden apples - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Long after bitter chills - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Russet dons the deer - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Through the elm's cathedral - Alfred B. Street "The Lower Saranac"

Deaden the might of the gale - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

Steals on the deer in his grazing - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

The pine-tree's soft melody - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

The lute of the deep - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

When Summer wakens the forest depths - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

With his deep bassoon chimes in the frog - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Sunlight drops its gold upon the moss - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Where the starving crow would pass - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Disdaining to arrest his flight - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Plunging headlong in some hollow's lap - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Sweeps the forest fragments on its roaring path - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The gnomes in thy bordering gloom - Alfred B. Street "Racket River"

The spell of tree, wave, and dell - Alfred B. Street "Racket River"

First of the village sounds was heard - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

With anvil, chain, and iron bar - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

In the sable depths of the mine - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Like barnacles to a ship - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

That fierce and merciless forge - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Made me turn liquid with sorrow - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The welcome shape of the axe - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

For the axe was made for slaughter - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Keen, clear, flashing teeth of steel - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Amidst onions, and turnips, and tape - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Danced in the liquid wind - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The strong arm of the oak - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Bargain for a keg of apple-sauce - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The blood of my father the oak - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

From the knotted feet of the pine-trees - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Awaiting his summons to go - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The bright land of his hopes - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Whose feet seemed shod with wind - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

In the deepest nook of my heart - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Frowns black to the battling storm - Alfred B. Street "The Storm Mountain"

The lily lifts its creamy cup - Alfred B. Street "The Upper Saranac"

Steep crags with thunders rimmed - Alfred B. Street "The Upper Saranac"

When the fir-tree dreams - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

Of the motionless August hour - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

The bridge of the spanning pine-tree - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

Groups of butterflies spotting the path - Alfred B. Street "White Creek" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.3, Mar. 1848]

My coming strikes a terror on the scene - Alfred B. Street "White Creek" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.3, Mar. 1848]

For solitude to steal within my heart - Alfred B. Street "White Creek" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.3, Mar. 1848]

From the shadow where I lie concealed - Alfred B. Street "White Creek" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.3, Mar. 1848]


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In naves of a deconsecrated church - Brandon Som "Resistors"

Train piston for hock & hoof - Brandon Som "Resistors"

An angel in assembly-line armor - Brandon Som "Resistors"

Rotaries strung up to starlight & empire - Brandon Som "Resistors"

Tread wheels tall as vault doors - Brandon Som "Resistors"

The land the wall wants to eat - Brandon Som "Resistors"

Remember the ram's horn baritone - Brandon Som "Resistors"


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Withdrawn in silence from the raging sea - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

The burden of our rapturous psalm - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

Breathe the balm of Nature's stillness - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

To dream in soft ethereal realms of bliss - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

Plighted faith renewed with every kiss - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

Fervent gratitude for all our share - P. Seshadri "An Evening on the Lagoon"

When the lands are bathed in welcome rain - P. Seshadri "Raksha Bandhan"

In ghostly solitude before a flame - P. Seshadri "Thoughts"

To view the city wrapped in silence deep - P. Seshadri "Thoughts"

And rend the calm with strides of Time - P. Seshadri "Thoughts"

When wizard clocks ring out - P. Seshadri "Thoughts"


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Shakespeare (Allusion).


No enemy but winter and rough weather - Shakespeare "As You Like It: Under the Greenwood Tree"

A garment out of fashion - William Shakespeare Cymbeline

The reed is as the oak - William Shakespeare "Dirge"

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece - Shakespeare Macbeth

And destroy your sight with a new Gorgon - Shakespeare Macbeth

Mere lees is left this vault to brag of - Shakespeare Macbeth

This fortress build by Nature - William Shakespeare Richard II

Beauty's rose might never die - William Shakespeare "Sonnet I"

Light's flame with self-substantial fuel - William Shakespeare "Sonnet I"

A famine where abundance lies - William Shakespeare "Sonnet I"

Herald to the gaudy spring - William Shakespeare "Sonnet I"

Proving his beauty by succession - William Shakespeare "Sonnet II"

Nature's bequest gives nothing - William Shakespeare "Sonnet IV"

That with gentle work did frame - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

Never-resting time leads summer on - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

Sap checked with frost - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

Though they were with winter meet - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

Their substance still lives sweet - William Shakespeare "Sonnet V"

Let not winter's ragged hand deface - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VI"

Those that pay the willing loan - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VI"

And make worms thine heir - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VI"

The gracious light lifts up his burning head - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VII"

Homage to his new-appearing sight - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VII"

Attending on his golden pilgrimage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VII"

Sweets with sweets war not - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VIII"

The true concord of well-tuned sounds - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VIII"

Whose speechless song being many - William Shakespeare "Sonnet VIII"

For fear to wet a widow's eye - William Shakespeare "Sonnet IX"

Folly, age, and cold decay - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XI"

Behold the violet past prime - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XII"

Among the wastes of time must go - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XII"

Against this coming end you should prepare - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XIII"

So fair a house fall to decay - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XIII"

Fortune to brief minutes tell - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XIV"

The stars in secret influence comment - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XV"

And wear their brave state out of memory - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XV"

The conceit of this inconstant stay - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XV"

And fortify your self in your decay - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVI"

On the top of happy hours - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVI"

Drawn by your own sweet skill - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVI"

Old men of less truth than tongue - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVII"

Too hot the eye of heaven shines - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVIII"

Nature's changing course untrimm'd - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVIII"

Eternal summer shall not fade - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XVIII"

Keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XIX"

The wide world and all her fading sweets - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XIX"

With nature's own hand painted - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XX"

Not acquainted with shifting change - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XX"

By adding one thing to my purpose - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XX"

Heaven itself for ornament - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXI"

With earth and sea's rich gems - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXI"

Gold candles fix'd in heaven's air - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXI"

An unperfect actor on the stage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXIII"

Replete with too much rage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXIII"

The perfect ceremony of love's rite - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXIII"

Who are in favour with their stars - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXV"

The marigold at the sun's eye - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXV"

Whatsoever star that guides my moving - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVI"

Puts apparel on my tatter'd loving - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVI"

Intend a zealous pilgrimage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVII"

When day's oppression is not eas'd by night - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVIII"

Though enemies to either's reign - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVIII"

Daily draw my sorrows longer - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVIII"

Make grief's length seem stronger - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXVIII"

When in disgrace with fortune - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXIX"

To one more rich in hope - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXIX"

Sessions of sweet silent thought - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXX"

Hid in death's dateless night - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXX"

Exceeded by the height of happier men - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXII"

Grown with this growing age - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXII"

To march in ranks of better equipage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXII"

Full many a glorious morning - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIII"

Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIII"

Permit the basest clouds to ride - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIII"

And cures not the disgrace - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIV"

Yet I have still the loss - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIV"

And ransom all ill deeds - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIV"

Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXV"

Such civil war is in my love and hate - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXV"

In our lives a separable spite - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXVI"

Steal sweet hours from love's delight - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXVI"

By Fortune's dearest spite - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXVII"

Sour leisure gave sweet leave - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIX"

Entertain the time with thoughts of love - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIX"

Pretty wrongs that liberty commits - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLI"

For still temptation follows - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLI"

Forced to break a twofold truth - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLI"

From limits far remote - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLIV"

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLIV"

The first my thought, the other my desire - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLV"

When these quicker elements are gone - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLV"

In tender embassy of love - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLV"

By those swift messengers return'd - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLV"

A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVI"

All tenants to the heart - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVI"

To the painted banquet bids my heart - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVII"

Not farther than my thoughts - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVII"

Each trifle under truest bars to thrust - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVIII"

The prey of every vulgar thief - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVIII"

Proves thievish for a prize so dear - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLVIII"

Frown on my defects - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLIX"

Shall reasons find of settled gravity - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLIX"

To guard the lawful reasons - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XLIX"

How heavy do I journey on - William Shakespeare "Sonnet L"

Thus far the miles are measured - William Shakespeare "Sonnet L"

The bloody spur cannot provoke him - William Shakespeare "Sonnet L"

Though mounted on the wind - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LI"

No horse with my desire keep pace - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LI"

Stones of worth they thinly placed - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LII"

Whose worthiness gives scope - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LII"

Millions of strange shadows on you - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIII"

And you in every blessed shape - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIII"

Canker blooms have full as deep a dye - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIV"

The gilded monuments of princes - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LV"

The living record of your memory - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LV"

Without accusing you of injury - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LVIII"

For invention bear amiss - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIX"

Your image in some antique book - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIX"

This composed wonder of your frame - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIX"

Whether revolution be the same - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LIX"

As the waves make towards the pebbled shore - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LX"

Our minutes hasten to their end - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LX"

The parallels in beauty's brow - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LX"

To play the watchman ever - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXI"

For this sin there is no remedy - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXII"

Grounded inward in my heart - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXII"

Stealing away the treasure of his spring - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIII"

Shall never cut from memory - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIII"

By Time's fell hand defac'd - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIV"

Eternal slave to mortal rage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIV"

Which cannot choose but weep - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIV"

How with this rage - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 65"

Siege of battering days - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 65"

Time's best jewel - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 65"

Strength by limping sway disabled - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXVI"

That the thought of hearts can mend - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXIX"

Slander's mar, was ever yet the fair - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXX"

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXX"

No longer mourn for me - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXI"

The surly sullen bell give warning - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXI"

In your sweet thoughts would be forgot - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXI"

Devise some virtuous lie - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXII"

Those boughs which shake against the cold - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXIII"

The coward conquest of a wretch's knife - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXIV"

'Twixt a miser and his wealth is found - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXV"

Full with feasting on your sight - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXV"

So barren of new pride - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVI"

Keep invention in a noted weed - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVI"

Time's thievish progress to eternity - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVII"

Heavy ignorance aloft to fly - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVIII"

Added feathers to the learned's wing - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVIII"

Given grace a double majesty - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXVIII"

Every hymn that able spirit affords - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXV"

By spirits taught to write - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVI"

As victors of my silence - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVI"

Too dear for my possessing - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVII"

Merit in the eye of scorn - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVIII"

A story of faults conceal'd - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVIII"

Myself will bear all wrong - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXVIII"

To set a form upon desired change - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXXXIX"

Join with the spite of fortune - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XC"

The very worst of fortune's might - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XC"

The false heart's history - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCIII"

A mansion have those vices got - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCV"

The hardest knife ill-us'd doth lose his edge - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCV"

What freezing have I felt - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCVII"

For summer and his pleasures wait - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCVII"

And buds of marjoram had stol'n - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCIX"

Roses fearfully on thorns did stand - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XCIX"

Mournful hymns did hush the night - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CII"

In this change is my invention spent - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CV"

All their praises are but prophecies - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

In the chronicle of wasted time - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

Making beautiful old time - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

Had eyes to wonder - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

But lack tongues to praise - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVI"

Dreaming on things to come - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVII"

Proclaims olives of endless age - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVII"

Tyrants' crests and tombs of brass - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CVII"

Never say that I was false - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CIX"

The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXI"

No form delivers to the heart - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXIII"

Drink up the monarch's plague - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXIV"

My judgment knew no reason why - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXV"

Fearing of Time's tyranny - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXV"

Looks on tempests and is never shaken - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVI"

The star to every wandering bark - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVI"

Within his bending sickle's compass come - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVI"

Even to the edge of doom - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVI"

Hoisted sail to all the winds - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVII"

Learn and find the lesson true - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXVIII"

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXIX"

Distill'd from limbecks foul - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXIX"

Under my transgression bow - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXX"

How hard true sorrow hits - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXX"

Full character'd with lasting memory - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXII"

To import forgetfulness in me - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXII"

Pyramids built up with newer might - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXIII"

Builded far from accident - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXIV"

Under the blow of thralled discontent - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXIV"

On leases of short-number'd hours - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXIV"

Laid great bases for eternity - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXV"

Too much rent for compound sweet - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXV"

Hold Time's fickle glass - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXVI"

Slander'd with a bastard shame - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXVII"

With Art's false borrowed face - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXVII"

Sland'ring creation with a false esteem - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXVII"

Expense of spirit - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 129"

Hated as a swallowed bait - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 129"

Whose beauties proudly make them cruel - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXI"

Put on black and loving mourners be - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXII"

For that deep wound it gives - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXIII"

A torment thrice three-fold - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXIII"

Use rigour in my jail - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXIII"

Corrupt by over-partial looks - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXVII"

Swears that she is made of truth - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXVIII"

Unlearned in the world's false subtleties - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXVIII"

Call not me to justify the wrong - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXXXIX"

Do not press my tongue-tied patience - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXL"

Mad slanderers by mad ears believed - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXL"

A thousand errors note - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLI"

Have profan'd their scarlet ornaments - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLII"

To win me soon to hell - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLIV"

Would corrupt my saint to be a devil - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLIV"

One angel in another's hell - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLIV"

Fooled by these rebel powers - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 146"

Inheritors of this excess - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 146"

In selling hours of dross - William Shakespeare "Sonnet 146"

Which have no correspondence with true sight - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLVIII"

Vexed with watching and with tears - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLVIII"

Spend revenge upon myself - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CXLIX"

No want of conscience hold - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CLI"

For I have sworn deep oaths - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CLII"

Cupid laid by his brand - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CLIII"

Against strange maladies a sovereign cure - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CLIII"

Where Cupid got new fire - William Shakespeare "Sonnet CLIII"

That weave their thread with bones - Shakespeare Twelfth Night

And pleased with what he gets - William Shakespeare "Under the Greenwood Tree"


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Unavoidable assertion of a self she refused - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

Made useful by her choosing - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

Free to inhabit my life - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

In pain without knowing why - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

Crossed an ocean to find - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

Wrong to think that we need saving - Charif Shanahan "If I Am Alive To"

The cog in the eye - Charif Shanahan "Indeterminacy"

Nothing left to discern - Charif Shanahan "Indeterminacy"

From my veins the pull of one long pulse - Charif Shanahan "Passing"


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A possessed witch, haunting the black air - Anne Sexton "Her Kind"

Fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves - Anne Sexton "Her Kind"

Learning the last bright routs - Anne Sexton "Her Kind"

This year's jinx rides us apart - Anne Sexton "All My Pretty Ones"

A second shock boiling its stone to your heart - Anne Sexton "All My Pretty Ones"

Only in this hoarded span will love persevere - Anne Sexton "All My Pretty Ones"

Where the sun gutters from the sky - Anne Sexton "The Truth the Dead Know"

Where the sea swings in like an iron gate - Anne Sexton "The Truth the Dead Know"


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Hostile elegies in solitary settings - Prageeta Sharma "Glacier National Park and the Elegy"

Foraged for my marginalized hungers - Prageeta Sharma "Glacier National Park and the Elegy"

Importunate feelings of abandonment - Prageeta Sharma "Glacier National Park and the Elegy"

Saw beauty in a scrap of its light - Prageeta Sharma "Glacier National Park and the Elegy"

Squinting to see into a camera's moon - Prageeta Sharma "Glacier National Park and the Elegy"

That evades the duress of our current reality - Prageeta Sharma "I Am Learning to Find the Horizons of Peace"

A worded freedoms in a clarity the horizon affords - Prageeta Sharma "I Am Learning to Find the Horizons of Peace"

How to make time an unmediated horizon - Prageeta Sharma "I Am Learning to Find the Horizons of Peace"

Holding all my breath inside - Prageeta Sharma "The Imperishable and Perishable Family"

To ask for a crystalline idiom - Prageeta Sharma "The Imperishable and Perishable Family"

Granted tyranny for all the lost occasions - Prageeta Sharma "The Imperishable and Perishable Family"

Glittering in green fermentation - Prageeta Sharma "Lateral Violence"

The vascular trauma of hurt in my blood - Prageeta Sharma "Lateral Violence"

Became a wound in my particles - Prageeta Sharma "Lateral Violence"

Doing the scholarly work of facing the empire - Prageeta Sharma "Lateral Violence"

What loyalty requires - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

As carrions of need - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Formed from plunges and positions - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Depicting a wayward sense - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Where my impulses reach across - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Still bewilderment set between - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Before the truth of a portent - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Taken to mean a warning - Prageeta Sharma "My Poem for My Stepdaughter"

Undertake the hijacking of language - Prageeta Sharma "Poetry Anonymous"

Finding brightness where there is none - Prageeta Sharma "Seattle Sun"

The aerodynamics of emotions - Prageeta Sharma "Seattle Sun"

Is there still an I and no You - Prageeta Sharma "Seattle Sun"

Whatever score I have to settle with sorrow - Prageeta Sharma "Seattle Sun"

Trying to salvage the bitter roots - Prageeta Sharma "What Happened at the Service?"


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Flit jewel bright and beautiful - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"

Dancing barefoot in the courtyard - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"

When the obsidian sky trembles at crystal starlight - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"

Darkness that will tear the sky down - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"

Savage and mesmerized by my siren's call - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"

My siren's call to the vast and aching wild - Julie Shiel "Cinderella"


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All woven with midsummer dreams - Evalyn Callahan Shaw "October"

And wakes the gossip in the trees - Evalyn Callahan Shaw "October"

Before their pathway shall be lost - Evalyn Callahan Shaw "October"

Beneath the gossamer of frost - Evalyn Callahan Shaw "October"

Keep for us remembrance fast - Evalyn Callahan Shaw "October"


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Shadowy vessels floating out of sight - Edward Shanks "Boats at Night"

Beyond the harbour lantern's broken glare - Edward Shanks "Boats at Night"

With the whisper of the unseen shores - Edward Shanks "Boats at Night"

In the immenser hearts of dreaming men - Edward Shanks "Clouds"

Going through stones and sands - Edward Shanks "The Cup"

What chance can fall, what sorrow come - Edward Shanks "Fear in the Night"

With ageless fire in skies serene - Edward Shanks "Fear in the Night"

Sheltered by sharp-speared gorse and the berried junipers - Edward Shanks "The Glow-Worm"

Small shadows standing lost in the huge night - Edward Shanks "The Glow-Worm"

The leading note calls a new octave - Edward Shanks "Half Hope"

No day to pause on and nowhere to rest - Edward Shanks "Half Hope"

Out of the distance a faint, keen breath - Edward Shanks "The Halt"

The last few drops of light drain silently - Edward Shanks "A Night-Piece"

Full of the dark-stooping night - Edward Shanks "A Night-Piece"

Hardly now we see the flowers - Edward Shanks "A Night-Piece"

Into hearts long empty of the sun - Edward Shanks "The Return"

Comes triumphant in his pomp and power - Edward Shanks "The Return"

To mark the sweetness of the sudden hour - Edward Shanks "The Return"

Where the deadened nerves so soon forget - Edward Shanks "The Return"

With false shades to conceal the emptiness - Edward Shanks "The Return"

Where creeping doubts and dumb, dull sorrows press - Edward Shanks "The Return"

All raptures known before were vain - Edward Shanks "The Return"

Loss which bared the utmost shivering nerve - Edward Shanks "The Return"

Let not a single sound betray us - Edward Shanks "A Rhymeless Song"

In these uneven walls a wave lies prisoned - Edward Shanks "The Rock Pool"

Dimly-glowing bells of sleeping sea-anemones - Edward Shanks "The Rock Pool"

Till on these rocks the waves returning break - Edward Shanks "The Rock Pool"

While Endymion sleeps on Latmos top alone - Edward Shanks "Song for an Unwritten Play"

And drink it steeped in honey - Edward Shanks "The Weed"


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And crowns of starry ice - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

And the darkness of thy steps - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Made my bed in charnels - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

By forcing some lone ghost - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Woven hymns of night and day - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Charmed eddies of autumnal winds - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

A pyramid of mouldering leaves - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

In truth or fable consecrates - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Cold fireside and alienated home - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Strange truths in undiscovered lands - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Among the springs of fire and poison - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Inaccessible to avarice or pride - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Their starry domes of diamond and of gold - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The varying roof of heaven - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The fallen towers of Babylon - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The Zodiac's brazen mystery - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Mute thoughts on the mute walls around - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Beneath the sinuous veil of woven wind - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

As ocean's moon looks on the moon in heaven - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The wide pathless desert of dim sleep - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The Spirit of wind with lightning eyes - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Would call him with false names - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

A wide and melancholy waste - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

That echoes not my thoughts - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Writhed beneath the tempest's scourge - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Black flood on whirlpool driven - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

With dark obliterating course - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Shifting domes of sheeted spray - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Pursued the windings of the cavern - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

One vast mass of mingling shade - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Clothed in rainbow and in fire - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Hung in the gloom of thought - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Rivals the pride of summer - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The haunt of every gentle wind - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

And drank wan moonlight - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The scaffold and the throne - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

The unheeded tribute of a broken heart - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Voiceless earth and vacant air - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

For Medea's wondrous alchemy - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Profuse of poisons - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Raking the cinders of a crucible - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

For the thirsting flowers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Cloud"

In their noonday dreams - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Cloud"

With white fire laden - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Cloud"

The Sun's throne - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Cloud"

Respond in whispers from the shore - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

And fold their wings of braided air - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

With trains of bickering fire - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Marked the braided webs of gold - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

On the verge of that obscure abyss - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Through its adamantine gates - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

A wilderness of harmony - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Each with undeviating aim - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Brazen chariots stained with blood - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Upon his brow a threefold crown - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Charged with bloody coin - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

The depth of the unbounded universe - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Entwined those rooted hopes - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

With blasphemy for prayer - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

From the cradles of eternity - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Fragrant zephyrs there from spicy isles - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Wakened into echoes sweet - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Offering sweet incense to the sunrise - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

The gloom of the long polar night - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

The hardiest herb that braves the frost - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Scattered the seeds of pestilence - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

To his country's blood-stained dust - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Stands immortal upon earth - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Has lost his desolating privilege - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Wields the sceptre of a vast dominion - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Ivy-fingered winds - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

The death dirge of the melancholy wind - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

In darkness seize their prey - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Fades from our charmed sight - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Instinct with infinite life - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Destined an eternal war to wage - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Shadows with swift wings - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Daemon of the World"

Some victor Knight of Faery - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Bright spoils for her enchanted dome - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Among the stars of mortal night - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

The clouds which wrap this world - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

One echo from a world of woes - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

The harsh and grating strife of tyrants - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

From forbidden mines of lore - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Like weights of icy stone - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

The mortal chain of Custom - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Trod the paths of high intent - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Where solitude is like despair - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

The lyre on which my spirit lingers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

May interpret to his silent years - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

A lamp of vestal fire burning - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Dedication of the Revolt of Islam to His Wife"

Blind in blood - Percy Bysshe Shelley "England in 1819"

That mocks the night - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Flower That Smiles Today"

Tempts and then flies - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Flower That Smiles Today"

Survive their joy - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Flower That Smiles Today"

In some brighter sphere - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Fragment: Questions"

See the future pass - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Fragment: Questions"

To patch up fragments of a dream - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Fragment: Questions"

The urn of bitter prophecy - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Hellas"

A spirit in my feet - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Indian Serenade"

Sweet thoughts in a dream - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Indian Serenade"

The nightingale's complaint - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Indian Serenade"

To the rough Year just awake - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

The brightest hour of unborn Spring - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

And bade the frozen streams be free - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

And waked to music all their fountains - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

And breathed upon the frozen mountains - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

Strewed flowers upon the barren way - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

Crown the pale year weak and new - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Invitation, to Jane"

Mingle with the river - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

Kiss high heaven - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

The fountains mingle with the river - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

The winds of Heaven mix - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

In one spirit meet and mingle - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

The sunlight clasps the earth - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Love's Philosophy"

Profuse strains of unpremeditated art - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

The golden lightning of the sunken sun - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

The arrows of that silver sphere - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

The moon rains out her beams - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

Showers a rain of melody - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

Hidden in the light of thought - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

Soothing her love-laden soul - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

A glowworm golden in a dell of dew - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

These heavy-winged thieves - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

All measures of delightful sound - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

Like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Azure sister of the spring - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

The steep sky's commotion - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Angels of rain and lightning - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

From the head of some fierce Maenad - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Saw in sleep old palaces and towers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Overgrown with azure moss and flowers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

Cleave themselves to chasms - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

The trumpet of a prophecy - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

The thorns of life - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to the West Wind"

A shattered visage - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ozymandius"

Than any wakened eyes behold - Shelley "The Question"

And all the forms of radiant frost - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou"

The lightest wind was in its nest - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

The whispering waves were half asleep - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

Which scattered from above the sun - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

Tortured by storms to shapes as rude - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

Soothed by every azure breath - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

To harmonies and hues beneath - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

By such a chain was bound - Percy Bysshe Shelley "The Recollections"

Vibrates in the memory - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Rose Leaves, When the Rose Is Dead"

Spirit of delight - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Song"

Like joy in memory - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Stanzas Written in Dejection"

Like light dissolved in star-showers - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples"

Whose waters of deep woe - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Time"

Wrecks on its inhospitable shore - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Time"

Like a cloud of fire - Percy Bysshe Shelley "To a Sky-Lark"

Pale for weariness - Percy Bysshe Shelley "To the Moon"

Weariness of climbing heaven - Percy Bysshe Shelley "To the Moon"

Stars that have a different birth - Percy Bysshe Shelley "To the Moon"

A liar's inspiration - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Verses Written on Receiving a Celandine in a Letter from England"

And dream the rest - Percy Bysshe Shelley "When Passion's Trance Is Overpast"

The secret food of fires - Percy Bysshe Shelley "When Passion's Trance Is Overpast"

The slumber of the year - Percy Bysshe Shelley "When Passion's Trance Is Overpast"

Light in the dust lies dead - Percy Bysshe Shelley "When the Lamp Is Shattered"

As the storm rocks the ravens on high - Percy Bysshe Shelley "When the Lamp Is Shattered"


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Of a pilgrimage awaiting dawn - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

Bring the mountain into your lips - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

Heaven is too much a metaphor - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

The divine longs for human proximity - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

Unrequited love can make an avalanche - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

The curve of a pilgrimage awaiting dawn - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

They carry shards of their half-spoken dreams - Purvi Shah "Mira pushes aside the mountain you are climbing"

Wind which tenders astonishment - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"

That beckons sojourn through skies - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"

Convocations of indispensable sisterhoods - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"

Aspirations too vast to be held in the hand - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"

To be diagrammed as predictable science - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"

To be shattered even when blown away - Purvi Shah "You believed only a girl born of dandelion can be ferocious--"


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Entered the gates without a sound - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

And refused to absolve me of my girlhood - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Filled the streets of my imagination - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Carrying with itself the portals to my other-selves - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Bearers of thorns and honey - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Always speaking without uttering a word - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Leading me to my many crucifixions - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Until I am readied for my own wanting - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

Sleep with a sharp blade clutched in my fists - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

And the gnawing has just begun - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beastly"

A name I do not recognize - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beginnings"

A language that contains us all - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beginnings"

Disassemble the sorrow of beginnings - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beginnings"

We begin in silence - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beginnings"

Ripe with longing - Mahtem Shiferraw "Beginnings"

The luxury of not having to worry - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Crossing a border where my kind was not welcomed - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Where suicide becomes the hopeful thing - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

I have run out of ways of telling him - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Our mother's grief is too great to contain us - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Split open and parts of you erupting - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

How many were complicit in our collective dying - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Built on the blood and bones of our ancestors - Mahtem Shiferraw "Blood and Bones"

Our names nomenclatures of invisibility - Mahtem Shiferraw "Nomenclatures of Invisibility"

The sorrow that splits us in half - Mahtem Shiferraw "Nomenclatures of Invisibility"

The fear lodged deeply into our bones - Mahtem Shiferraw "Nomenclatures of Invisibility"

Even the baobab trees will split open at my command - Mahtem Shiferraw "We, Made of Bone"

In a foreign land where once I was made of bone - Mahtem Shiferraw "We, Made of Bone"


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Where of old our eyes were opened - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

And her hands have loosed the tether - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

The hills that guard the portal - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: I. In the North"

The distant beat of Spring's irrevocable feet - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: II. A Road Song in May"

Strange lights shall open as we pass - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: III. The Landsman"

And alien wakes traverse the sea - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: III. The Landsman"

The far-off hills cry a golden word of you - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

For us the long shadows and the end of day - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

A lone crane go over to its inland nest - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Sail overhead to the marshes of the west - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Separately go to our dreams of opened heaven - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: V. A Song in August"

Behold only the scarlet haze - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Those unborn hours that surely follow after - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Learn the strength and change of time - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Who am made one with grief - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Purpled with wild grapes crushed wantonly - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

I had not learned all things must die - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Read the message writ across Earth's face - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

In his heart divine unreason - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Seeing his fields lie barren in the sun - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VI. To Autumn"

Who has the fairest gifts of all the earth to give - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Ask some tremendous thing to prove her - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

With the whine of saw-mills and whirr of hidden wings - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Among the sunset hills till the Hunter's Moon arise - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Of all old hours and places - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VII. Three Grey Days"

Hunt the dead leaves it cannot find - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VIII. The Watch"

Scarlet banners on the hills - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: IX. The Seekers"

The twilight star hangs above the hidden hills - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: IX. The Seekers"

Were born in the dark hollows of the sky - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

When the year stood still at June - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

And so we lingered not for dawn - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Our feet should know fair ways to travel - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Unwound them where the Great Bear swung - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

Across the darkness flung the ribbons of the Northern Light - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: X. Fellowship"

The gleam of the milestones you must pass - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XI. The Lodger"

Wakes and quivers with the strength of newborn rivers - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

When our pathways lay together - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

That the ancient things I loved would comfort you - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Beckoned us beyond the shadows - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Earth's forgetfulness of sorrow - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Hark the rumour of ten thousand ancient Springs - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

Far beyond our North's mad riot - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: XII. March Wind"

And orchards knew no mirth at Autumn time - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The Fourth Day"

The culmination of the harvest hour - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The Fourth Day"

And as each great mirror swings - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Beauty"

Violated tombs of shrunken kings - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Beauty"

Till the living wood became a devastated solitude - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Change"

And tell the ashes life is good - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Change"

How long ago I wonder if Time knows - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Content"

Swept at last the shadow from her brow - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Content"

That no God's heart is softened by our cries - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Doubt"

Dreamed in the House of Lies - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Doubt"

And led the soul along a way of tears - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Doubt"

The pangs of one who may no more return - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Earth"

Shall be weary of the myrrh and gold - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Earth"

Between dead suns must peer and grope - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Earth"

Nor any stars resume their ancient ways - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Night"

The dead, blundering planets raining past - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Night"

With the dawn my tireless feet were led - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Regret"

Know each ancient joy a cup for tears - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Regret"

Sad dreams of wasted summer days - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Regret"

The legend of a soul's refashioning - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Sin"

Where the old April wait, unfaltering - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Sin"

Some great meteor, kindred to the sun - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Wisdom"

Should haunt the undying stars ten million years - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Wisdom"

Darkness keeps each corner of the town - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The Last Storm"

I shall not grieve for this night's hurricane - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The Last Storm"

A lean crow sits noisily impatient for the rain - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The Last Storm"

Why should I strive with Time? - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: A Last Word"

I am but one of them his might betrays - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: A Last Word"

Yet one thing Time cannot wrest from me - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: A Last Word"

The glad, first herald of triumphant dawn - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

And the wind's strange way was their way - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Choose, of all the old dreams, one - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Still our feet trod the warm, even places - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Followed the close-heard beat of love's wide wings - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

And only we should reach her mercy-seat - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

For thee my sword was sharpened and my spear - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

Who kissed the veil from Beauty's face - Francis Sherman "In Memorabilia Mortis"

My ancient way-fellows convene - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

With wounded feet we cease from wandering - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

And with vain hands beat idly at thy gate - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

And search across the shadows for my face - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Until the pines murmur of your despair - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Have won at last this little portion of content - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Yield all to be with you again undone - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Must I now hearken to your bitter cry? - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

With such harmonies only the giant hills can ever find - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Chime in silverly across the half-imagined wind - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

As one sings a welcome to the sun - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Though I have known the fellowship of kings - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Ashes and rust and food for moths - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Not one awakes to ask what gift she brings - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Has this House hoarded up its silences - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

And grow forgetful of its ancient fears - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

And the streets their dust resume - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

And how the shadow lies on it forever - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Until one forgets the color of the unseen skies - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Where with the wind the hollow reeds complain - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

The noiseless gleam of scattered stars - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Aware and unaware if Time be done - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Until at last Time's legions overthrow - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"

Gleam of birches lost among the firs - Francis Sherman "A Prelude"


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In the alcoves of their hearts - Brandon Shimoda "All Souls Procession"

On the moon's right brain - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"

The strangulation of the self - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"

Breathing to one's individuality - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"

As a service to extinction - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"

The consequence of enforcement - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"

The prospectus of looking at oneself - Brandon Shimoda "The Desert"


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An infection of crumbling sights - Salik Shah "Field Notes"

Plague of old refurbished buildings - Salik Shah "Field Notes"

Shahjahan's drunk elephants are marching - Salik Shah "Field Notes"

The border is always sealed - Salik Shah "Field Notes"

More difficult than to break the time's wall - Salik Shah "The Last Scan"

Every single day till the end of your line - Salik Shah "The Last Scan"

A mirror reflects out of boredom - Salik Shah "Straw-Fitted Elephants"

Twenty-five centuries of space and time - Salik Shah "Straw-Fitted Elephants"

A time machine made out of zeroes and ones - Salik Shah "Straw-Fitted Elephants"

Summoned by strangers at their will - Salik Shah "Straw-Fitted Elephants"

Awakened by man's memory - Salik Shah "Straw-Fitted Elephants"


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My hand holds stems of air - Ely Shipley "Hiatus"

My face only veil - Ely Shipley "Hiatus"

Grows me up into the green of trees - Ely Shipley "Hiatus"

Neighbors whose names I've lost - Ely Shipley "Hiatus"

Learn to be water in a garden - Ely Shipley "Hiatus"


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Rising in glory from their winter graves - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Weave a chaplet round the brow of Spring - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Pale exile from the holy land - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

O'er the lattice creeps the Eglantine - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

The Jasmine clambers up the wall to twine her wreaths - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Rejoicing all in summer's carnival - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Floral Resurrection" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Stirred by Passion's stormy wave - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Dark fanes where truth has ceased to dwell - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Deep in the dust let all such pass away - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Bound down with fetters fast - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Whose life is but the dying ember's glow - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)

Charred by scathed hopes and Hate's undying brand - The Shepherd of Sharondale "The Infant's Burial" (The Knickerbocker v.23:5, May 1844)


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the darkness cradling the milky way - Evie Shockley "black love"

quick light flowing down the back of my throat - Evie Shockley "black love"

an absorbing array of colors - Evie Shockley "black love"

a shiny silver moon-coin to play - Evie Shockley "black love"

Carried the blues around - Evie Shockley "color bleeding"

With butterflies that never left me - Evie Shockley "color bleeding"

Through my hair like lightning - Evie Shockley "color bleeding"

Fell, heavy with sky - Evie Shockley "color bleeding"

Grow like shadows in the late sun - Evie Shockley "color bleeding"

as indestructible as your will - Evie Shockley "du bois in ghana"

we seed the world with blood - Evie Shockley "du bois in ghana"

seeing no potential for escape - Evie Shockley "du bois in ghana"

freedom is learning to walk - Evie Shockley "du bois in ghana"

tracking dirt all over the page - Evie Shockley "the fare-well letters [excerpt]"

inherited or acquired by other means - Evie Shockley "it: a user's guide"

Our efforts to diagnose the human heart - Evie Shockley "job prescription"

Create trail markers for those coming behind us - Evie Shockley "job prescription"

under conditions of sufficient pressure - Evie Shockley "playing with fire"

Through drought you survive - Evie Shockley "sonnet for the long second act"

just a plashless drop of mercury - Evie Shockley "women's voting rights at one hundred (but who's counting?)"


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Only the woods to echo his footsteps - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Or dancing along the waters pale - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

That the winds forgot his very name - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Lost to memory, love, and fame - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

To utter a word with meaning fraught - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Aroused an echo most stupendous - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Who put himself delightedly among the best of company - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Who acting soon a reckless part - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Forever he's compelled to roam - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Runs to the rhythm of a dismal tune - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"


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Wading into the river of forgiveness - Joyce Sidman "The River of Forgiveness"

Sneeze at the wind - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Big Brown Moose"

The cold came creeping - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Dream of the Tundra Swan"

Our wings knew - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Dream of the Tundra Swan"

Dreamed the journey - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Dream of the Tundra Swan"

The crisp drink of clouds - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Dream of the Tundra Swan"

Flakes of autumn sun - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Snake's Lullaby"

Last few hours of gold - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Snake's Lullaby"

A pinwheel gathering glitter - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Snowflake Wakes"

Just as the bitter wind - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Vole in Winter"

Nothing on our own - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Winter Bees"

To reap the summer's glow - Joyce Sidman and Rick Allen "Winter Bees"


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Throw in the backseat of my pride - Terisa Siagatonu "Deserving"

My breath held captive - Terisa Siagatonu "Deserving"

The remoteness of empire hidden in the harbor - Terisa Siagatonu "The Only Place in the U.S. with Zero COVID Deaths"

Praise the Ocean for teaching me - Terisa Siagatonu "Praise Poem in the Key of Diaspora"

Belonging where I am wanted - Terisa Siagatonu "Praise Poem in the Key of Diaspora"

Praise the heavenly scorch of heat - Terisa Siagatonu "Praise Poem in the Key of Diaspora"

Mulberry bark that was beaten enough to braid - Terisa Siagatonu "Praise Poem in the Key of Diaspora"


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the goblin queen hosts a feast of oil - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

the night slips down my throat - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

a question toward blood sweetened lips - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

better to finish the hunger right - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

smith my silence to an iron gate - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

knows nothing of the work that sets you free - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"

into viscous fossil wine - Avi Silver "Passing Diamonds"


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dismantling the weapons array pointed at the city - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

clearing the computers of all the citizen information - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

freeing the minions from their mindcontrol helmets - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

systematic thorough and effective - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

she's got absolutely nothing to prove - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

foster public rivalries with megalomaniacs and mad scientists - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

the damage is always goldilocks style - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

just enough tragedy to urge action - Cislyn Smith "Borrower"

The dragon orders an iced caramel mocha - Cislyn Smith "Hot"

Too many knights errant eager to err - Cislyn Smith "Hot"

For a double handful of dirty coins - Cislyn Smith "Hot"


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When he came from unknown skies - Dora Sigerson "All-Souls' Night"

Decked my hall and spread my board - Dora Sigerson Shorter "At Christmas Time"

Down the black stairs of death - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree"

A bed both wide and hollow - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree"

Chained and frozen cold - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree"

From the leash of wind and rain - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Little Black Hound"

And win with the devil's dice - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Banagher Rhue"

All this strange and noisy night - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Banagher Rhue"

Closed my hands upon a moth - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Beware"

From out the shadows wondering - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Bird from the West"

Hard on the track of passion - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Blow Returned"

Crushing hoofs and tearing feet - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Cean Duv Deelish"

More wisdom than near tongues can make - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Distant Voices"

That wakes me in the darkness - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Fair Little Maiden"

Put in his place a changeling - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Fairy Changeling"

For the hour you promised me - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Fetch"

A breath of Heaven's faithfulness - Dora Sigerson Shorter "For Ever"

Who, breathing on the stars, blows out the sun - Dora Sigerson Shorter "I Am the World"

As the oxen go beneath the rod - Dora Sigerson Shorter "An Imperfect Revolution"

Lock with keys of Heaven - Dora Sigerson Shorter "An Imperfect Revolution"

The young goat's at mischief - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Kine of My Father"

Two hands clasped in anguish - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Kine of My Father"

The vultures shriek impatient - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Kine of My Father"

Cold within your clenching hand - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Kine of My Father"

Disturbed my trust in Heaven - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Little Dog"

Into the sorrows of a weeping world - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Little Dog"

In the moving depths of yellow wine - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Love"

Crouched within my cup - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Love"

All stern and robed in gloom - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Love"

The gentle gaze of fawn and deer - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Love"

Sweet green woods with heart of stone - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Lover"

The cuckoo from the distance cries - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Lover"

The lark a pilgrim in the skies - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Lover"

Autumn poppies bloom and die - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Lover"

A reaper on the roadway - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Meadow Tragedy"

Here the grapes are bitter - Dora Sigerson Shorter "My Neighbour's Garden"

The nest that long was full of rain - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A New Year"

Faith may blossom green again - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A New Year"

On the path her feet have made - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Old Maid"

Glowed like the wheat in autumn - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Old Maid"

Burst through the gates of silence - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Old Maid"

All night did the Banshee weep - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Priest's Brother"

With beads of pain upon his face - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Priest's Brother"

Six wax candles still alight - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Priest's Brother"

With sweet long futures - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Scallop Shell"

And thrust the phantom from its place - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Skeleton in the Cupboard"

The death watch ticks within the walls - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Skeleton in the Cupboard"

Slipping pebbles shriek through their claws - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Suicide's Grave"

To mimic that far voice - Dora Sigerson "Unknown Ideal"

To bid my heart rejoice - Dora Sigerson "Unknown Ideal"

Beauty that tarries not, nor satisfies - Dora Sigerson "Unknown Ideal"

The shore that will gratify my quest - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Unknown Ideal"

We struggle on with Fate - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Unknown Ideal"

Echoing on unknown ways - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Unknown Ideal"

The hunger of the snow - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Vagrant Heart"

The winds that blow you backward - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Vagrant Heart"

Change my vagrant longings - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Vagrant Heart"

Hands that meet to part - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Vale"

An arm of steel and a heart of gold - Dora Sigerson Shorter "A Weeping Cupid"

Pace with the serious hours - Dora Sigerson Shorter "When the Dark Comes"

Inherit the unrest of the wind - Dora Sigerson "The Wind on the Hills"

For some memory denied - Dora Sigerson "The Wind on the Hills"

To roam without sorrow or sigh - Dora Sigerson Shorter "Wishes"

Will come for the weak lambs' cry - Dora Sigerson Shorter "You Will Not Come Again"


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As the dead are audience - Solmaz Sharif "The End of Exile"

The filigree of finite health - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

The wide hallways of a great endowment - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

Secret after beveled secret - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

The gravestones of our early curiosities - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

Upon that path without obvious company - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

Where the listening ends - Solmaz Sharif "An Otherwise"

The private gazebo of their youth - Solmaz Sharif "Patronage"

Smoky quartz in a steel bottle - Solmaz Sharif "Self-Care"

Stood to savor the seconds - Solmaz Sharif "Visa"

From shadow to shape to gait - Solmaz Sharif "Visa"


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Through the depths of the Cambrian fen - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

The world turned on in the lathe of time - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

With never a spark in the empty dark - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

Flaked a flint to a cutting edge - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

Where the Mammoth came to drink - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

Wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds - Langdon Smith "Evolution"

And furnished them wings to fly - Langdon Smith "Evolution"


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That flow from heaven to the sea - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Becomes an Assassin"

Blinded by bitter wind - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Dies, or Doesn't"

Embracing their forevers - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Dies, or Doesn't"

Her hydrogen heart exploding - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Doesn't Become an Assassin"

Flickers when the breeze disappears - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Envisions Death"

A hint of air seeping through glass - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Envisions Death"

Hiding kisses before they grieve - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Escapes a Bosch Painting"

Remorse under glass - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Goes to Hell in an Overnight Bag"

Combustible with desperation - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Goes to the Next Whisky Bar"

A badly translated constellation of extinct stars - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Has Irrepressible Memories"

Masquerading as sparrow wings - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Is Reborn as a Mummy"

Asleep at the bottom of a blind lake - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Is Slow to Love"

A moon heavy as loss - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Is Slow to Love"

And sun shatters the sky - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Never Learns to Cook or Sew"

While stars float away - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Never Learns to Cook or Sew"

The scent of yellow sapphires - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Never Learns What She Learned"

Memory dissolves across night - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Never Tells the Man"

Eats razors for breakfast - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Prepares to Feed a Cannibal in a Dark Alley"

The first right past Saturn - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Says the End Is Near"

Choose the same mistakes - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Says the End Is Near"

Arm sleeved in recklessness - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Stalks the Man"

Bright and wild as pollen - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Stalks the Man"

Rimmed with rust and regret - Sue William Silverman "If the Girl Wears an Artificial Eye"


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More beautiful than starlit moonstone - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Promise me the slipstream - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

With every breath of underground - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Whispering terrific and sacred words - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

For the tulips to utter to hummingbirds - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Stardust skimmed with a tin pail - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Where space drips into our slipstream - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Bramble bending backward for us - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

A buzzing bouquet of moon-winged butterflies - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Of synapses snapping in your mind - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

Daydream a new reverie into the slipstream - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

So grand that a thousand rabbits could feast - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

That birds nest in the crooks of clouds - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"

The chirp of foxes will wake us in the morning - Andrew Sinclair "Queer-Pastoral, Somewhere in the Slipstream"


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Foretold by signs written in the swirling leaves - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Omens that raise their cloudy heads and roar - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Some ghostly laughter in the shrubbery - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

When she swept Autumn from the hall - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Among her other half-done projects - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Some small magic to make onion soup - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Buy wooden spoons to stir the spirits - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Green glass jars to keep the demons in - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

As toads mourned beneath the hemlock - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"

Lost the diamonds hidden in their heads - Oliver Smith "Witch Trails"


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An altar dignifying the god of chance - Charles Simic "The Altar"

The red stain on the ceiling - Charles Simic "At the Vacancy Sign"

Happiness in an imagined world - Charles Simic "At the Vacancy Sign"

And the hour fugitive - Charles Simic "At the Vacancy Sign"

Jealous of the present moment - Charles Simic "The Betrothal"

Bleeding in its branches - Charles Simic "A Book Full of Pictures"

Called for the evening to come - Charles Simic "The Book of Magic"

See better with eyes closed - Charles Simic "Caged Fortuneteller"

Whispering the glorious proofs - Charles Simic "The Chair"

Sleepwalkers dressed as soldiers - Charles Simic "Childhood Story"

The intricate Steps of pickpockets - Charles Simic "Classic Ballroom Dances"

Nights of an eternal November - Charles Simic "Classic Ballroom Dances"

Whispering to the spirits - Charles Simic "Early Morning in July"

Troubled like a strange dream - Charles Simic "Evening Talk"

Light of some other evening - Charles Simic "Evening Walk"

The night writing in its diary - Charles Simic "Factory"

Twisted in a peculiar way and fallen in an unlikely place - Charles Simic "First Thing in the Morning"

A black thread before the mystery - Charles Simic "First Thing in the Morning"

Favored by doomsday prophets - Charles Simic "Fourteenth Street Poem"

Crows circling over my head - Charles Simic "Heights of Folly"

Gracious invitation - Charles Simic "Heights of Folly"

Still in hiding, holding their breaths - Charles Simic "Hide and Seek"

Familiar faces in those of strangers - Charles Simic "Hide and Seek"

Met an army of gray days - Charles Simic "The Immortal"

Perfectly alone and anonymous - Charles Simic "The Immortal"

Huddled in dark unopened books - Charles Simic "In the Library"

As plentiful as species of flies - Charles Simic "In the Library"

The hour ruled by destiny - Charles Simic "The Infinite"

Auspicious to chance meetings - Charles Simic "The Infinite"

With love screaming - Charles Simic "The Infinite"

One of death's juggling red balls - Charles Simic "The Initiate"

Some unknown penitent guiding me - Charles Simic "The Initiate"

A soapbox famous for its speeches - Charles Simic "Le Beau Monde"

An infinity of tragic shapes - Charles Simic "A Letter"

A Sunday kind of quiet - Charles Simic "The Little Pins of Memory"

The wine of eternal ambiguities - Charles Simic "Makers of Labyrinths"

Our misfortunes are builders - Charles Simic "Makers of Labyrinths"

My heart's only burnt match - Charles Simic "Makers of Labyrinths"

Because memory makes you hungry - Charles Simic "Marina's Epic"

Before the shadows converge - Charles Simic "Matches"

Likes only abandoned games - Charles Simic "Matches"

Death's new ribbon in its hair - Charles Simic "Mrs. Digby's Picture Album"

Village of endless disappointments - Charles Simic "Mrs. Digby's Picture Album"

The traffic of crows - Charles Simic "My Quarrel with the Infinite"

Eternity eavesdropping on time - Charles Simic "The Old World"

A beggar claimed to be playing Nero's fiddle - Charles Simic "Paradise"

Wielded the scissors of fate - Charles Simic "Paradise"

Like meeting a couple of sphinxes - Charles Simic "Paradise"

Its secret in the slippery wheels - Charles Simic "The Pieces of the Clock Lie Scattered"

The place of vanishings - Charles Simic "Quick Eats"

Whisper your name alike - Charles Simic "Quick Eats"

Spreading its arms like a scarecrow - Charles Simic "The Scarecrow"

Poet of the dead leaves - Charles Simic "Shelley"

Of a desert peopled by storms - Charles Simic "Shelley"

Strewn with broken umbrellas - Charles Simic "Shelley"

My death already consummated - Charles Simic "Story of My Luck"

Love and fate crossed out - Charles Simic "Story of My Luck"

Surrounding your severe presence - Charles Simic "Stub of a Red Pencil"

Except for my long shadow - Charles Simic "The Tiger"

Clock talking to a clock - Charles Simic "The Wail"

Entering the crypts of kings - Charles Simic "Windy Evening"

Smart chickens, rickety world - Charles Simic "Windy Evening"

Eyes full of the sky's terror - Charles Simic "Winter Sunset"

The map of ancient Rome in your pocket - Charles Simic "A Word"


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When the poison arrow photons have drowned - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"

Something spectral possesses the stalactites - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"

Fly out over the carrion scene and remember - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"

Hate them for the watery secrets they keep - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"

And in our eyes, we see empty mirrors - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"

That I chew on until my teeth rust - Courtney Skaggs "The Little Death After the Apocalypse"


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The weariness of dreams - Clark Ashton Smith "Alexandrines"

And desperate, brief delights - Clark Ashton Smith "Alexandrines"

So is the hope of sleep - Clark Ashton Smith "Anticipation"

And fret a moon of yellow ivory - Clark Ashton Smith "Arabesque"

High and moon-suspended fountains - Clark Ashton Smith "Artemis"

Shall have the veils of twilight - Clark Ashton Smith "Ashes of Sunset"

In foam and purple lost - Clark Ashton Smith "Ashes of Sunset"

Is grown a dimmer gold - Clark Ashton Smith "Autumnal"

Where fallen roses stir - Clark Ashton Smith "Autumnal"

The pale and sorrowful desire - Clark Ashton Smith "Ave Atque Vale"

Whose eyes have looked on Lethe - Clark Ashton Smith "Ave Atque Vale"

Deep in the sliding ebon tide - Clark Ashton Smith "Ave Atque Vale"

Winds that wrangle through the vast - Clark Ashton Smith "The Balance"

With kisses keen as snow - Clark Ashton Smith "Beauty Implacable"

The ashen dawn of Autumn - Clark Ashton Smith "Belated Love"

To stars of undiscovered gold - Clark Ashton Smith "Beyond the Great Wall"

On fiery wings to worlds unknown - Clark Ashton Smith "Beyond the Great Wall"

From out the web of former lives - Clark Ashton Smith "The Butterfly"

And follow through the maze of Fate - Clark Ashton Smith "The Butterfly"

On wings of lyric fire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Butterfly"

With peril and with wonder zoned - Clark Ashton Smith "The Butterfly"

The voice of a golden star - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant of Autumn"

Like the song of a silver wind - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant of Autumn"

Waning rose by ungathered rose - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant of Autumn"

Fairer the petals that fall - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant of Autumn"

Till the links of the universe are unfastened - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant to Sirius"

Dissevered by suns no longer - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant to Sirius"

With light in the night of infinitude - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant to Sirius"

Whose floor is the lower void - Clark Ashton Smith "Chant to Sirius"

Gorged with the dust of thrones - Clark Ashton Smith "The Chimaera"

Opals aglow in saffron seas - Clark Ashton Smith "The Cloud-Islands"

A hueless warp of light - Clark Ashton Smith "Crepuscle"

Because thy wilful heart will not believe - Clark Ashton Smith "The Crucifixion of Eros"

And mute the mouth of our eternal need - Clark Ashton Smith "The Crucifixion of Eros"

Reigns above the fallen noon - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dead City"

Mute, unsentried walls and turrets climb - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dead City"

Where a city's bones are strewn - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dead City"

Cries like a prophet's ghost - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dead City"

Lifted past the level years - Clark Ashton Smith "Desire of Vastness"

Iron rays of dawn relentless - Clark Ashton Smith "Desolation"

The harsh, brief sob of broken horns - Clark Ashton Smith "Dissonance"

Nor dead star's wraith of light - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dream of the Abyss" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.3, Nov. 1933]

Silent gulfs of all uncertainty and dread - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dream of the Abyss" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.3, Nov. 1933]

One pace, lest I should overstep the brink - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dream of the Abyss" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.3, Nov. 1933]

From the bulwark of the world adown oblivion - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dream of the Abyss" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.3, Nov. 1933]

Enormous Fear that lives between the stars - Clark Ashton Smith "A Dream of the Abyss" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.3, Nov. 1933]

Within the rain's grey monotone - Clark Ashton Smith "The Dream-Bridge"

Its ears of quivering stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Echo of Memnon"

The one whom suns had sought - Clark Ashton Smith "Echo of Memnon"

Desert years in one deep kiss - Clark Ashton Smith "Ecstasy"

Passion in our secret veins - Clark Ashton Smith "Ecstasy"

That weep with tears of ice and crystal - Clark Ashton Smith "Eidolon"

A wizard wind goes crying - Clark Ashton Smith "The Eldritch Dark"

Beneath a greater shadow's wings - Clark Ashton Smith "The Eldritch Dark"

Your heart is closed - Clark Ashton Smith "The Exile"

Dead moons that wander - Clark Ashton Smith "The Exile"

The skies of steel and gold - Clark Ashton Smith "The Exile"

The elves upon their midnight way - Clark Ashton Smith "Fairy Lanterns"

Eating the dead blue sky - Clark Ashton Smith "Finis"

That blackens with the passing of the fire - Clark Ashton Smith "Finis"

Less than any broken glass - Clark Ashton Smith "Forgetfulness"

The grey flowers and the fallen grass - Clark Ashton Smith "Forgetfulness"

One with dust and wind - Clark Ashton Smith "A Fragment"

Where fall the snows of silence - Clark Ashton Smith "The Fugitives"

Sun of secret worlds incredible - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Usurp the skies with thunder - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Runes of ever-twisting flame - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Songs from silver fragrance wrought - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

On the shifting walls of time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

That hide a hueless poison - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

The prophecy of wars renewed - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Even to the brink of time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

To isles of timeless summer - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

And cures the wound of wisdom - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

The names of his conniving stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

A universe of shrouded stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Make a brief and broken wind - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Like sapphires that have lain in hell - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Turned the unprinted snow to flame - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

The outwearied wings of time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

And turn the skies to perfume - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Usurp the shadowy interval - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

A throne of flowering ebony - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

And sweep the sands to fury - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Towers of night and fire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Shaking the riper trees to dust - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

When the gloom of crimson lifts - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

The ruin of all the wars of time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Like a stream of broken stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

Far-flown in black occlusion - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hashish-Eater; or, The Apocalypse of Evil"

The lamplike thought of you - Clark Ashton Smith "Haunting"

Pours out the moon's white mercy - Clark Ashton Smith "The Hope of the Infinite"

In the grim serenity of stone - Clark Ashton Smith "Image"

Mirrors made of lucid stone - Clark Ashton Smith "Impression"

To answering tides of spears - Clark Ashton Smith "In Lemuria"

The weary, grey, forgetful heavens - Clark Ashton Smith "In November"

The golden shore allured me - Clark Ashton Smith "In Saturn"

As one whom spells restrain - Clark Ashton Smith "In Saturn"

And harbors never known - Clark Ashton Smith "In Saturn"

Formed of fire and brass - Clark Ashton Smith "In Saturn"

White hells of light and clamour - Clark Ashton Smith "Inferno"

The jealous flame of sad, infernal suns - Clark Ashton Smith "Inferno"

Lands no dream may name - Clark Ashton Smith "The Infinite Quest"

With fealty to the stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Infinite Quest"

Splendours that inform the light - Clark Ashton Smith "Inheritance"

Mouth of starry proud desire - Clark Ashton Smith "Inheritance"

By exultation of the flying dance - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Flung through the void's expanse - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Shade nor lightening of her flame - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Of sleep beyond forsaking - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Enigma past and mystery foreseen - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Strength obtained from light that failed - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Power lent by the stronger night - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Perplex us with new mystery - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

The depth and eminence of years - Clark Ashton Smith "Lament of the Stars"

Flaming shields of dawns between - Clark Ashton Smith "The Land of Evil Stars"

A mountain's utmost eminence of snow - Clark Ashton Smith "The Last Night"

Impended for a breath on wings of doom - Clark Ashton Smith "The Last Night"

A fugitive uncapturable fire - Clark Ashton Smith "Laus Mortis"

The spell of waves intense with night - Clark Ashton Smith "Lethe"

Earth's denied and cheated sons - Clark Ashton Smith "Lethe"

Till being's wine is low - Clark Ashton Smith "Lethe"

Drink at one draught a universe - Clark Ashton Smith "Lethe"

Fragment of a god's array - Clark Ashton Smith "A Live-Oak Leaf"

After the frail and perished moon - Clark Ashton Smith "Love Is Not Yours, Love Is Not Mine"

Fed with poison-honey - Clark Ashton Smith "Love Malevolent"

Across the upturned faces of the stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

The dead shell of a frozen world - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

With penetrating of successive masks - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Claim the pantheon of dream - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Phantoms of some old storm's death-driven Titans - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

The last echoes of a thunder spent - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

The magic circle which the moon draws - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Now I have but the wind alone - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Echo forgets my music not - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Where trampling years have stood - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Forgotten then of Time's desire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Which Pygmalion made and loved - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Alone of all Time's hierarchy - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Whose names are blotted from the lists of Time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

The blank and universal Sphinx - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

Fresh altars in a distant sphere - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

While all the flames of dream expire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"

The colored clue of dreams - Clark Ashton Smith "The Maze of Sleep"

A windless land of livid dreams - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

The fleshless earth's outjutting ribs - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

Twisting like a serpent's track - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

Caught in meshes of Eternity - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

In the changing webs of cloud - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

Unseen spiders of bewildered winds - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

As candle-flames that near the socket - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

Throned in Medusa's eyes - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

The corroded moon a dust upon the gulfs - Clark Ashton Smith "Medusa"

Livid as the stealthy hands of doom - Clark Ashton Smith "The Medusa of the Skies"

To mark the tired stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Melancholy Pool"

With the suns upon their road of awe - Clark Ashton Smith "The Ministers of Law"

Mirrors of steel or silver - Clark Ashton Smith "Mirrors"

With the reflex of infinity - Clark Ashton Smith "The Mirrors of Beauty"

Profounder for the twilight - Clark Ashton Smith "The Mirrors of Beauty"

Phantoms of the pale-white stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Morning Pool"

What prophecies are on the wind? - Clark Ashton Smith "The Mystic Meaning"

And cry in vain upon the strand - Clark Ashton Smith "The Mystic Meaning"

What tidings do the billows bring - Clark Ashton Smith "The Mystic Meaning"

Webs of radiance spun - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nemesis of Suns"

Grasped within the hollow hand of Night - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nemesis of Suns"

All suns are grasped within the hollow hand - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nemesis of Suns"

The sinking stars desire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nereid"

Shadow of errant winds - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nereid"

The white curse of clearer day - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nereid"

Soul of the sea's vast emerald - Clark Ashton Smith "The Nereid"

Fulfilment's crown to visions - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

The wide desire of kings - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

Brief embodiment of wandering will - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

Music forced by hands of fire - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

More quick to cry its agony - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

Less than the measure of desire - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

Overlord of many kings - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

To guide their dust of destiny - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

That rots the stone of fundamental spheres - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

Above a chaos of extinguished suns - Clark Ashton Smith "Nero"

What darker web or dimension of dream - Clark Ashton Smith "The Night Forest"

The rapture of moonlight past - Clark Ashton Smith "The Night Forest"

Between the boundary marks of finite years - Clark Ashton Smith "Nirvana"

Those unvaried darks that veil Eternity - Clark Ashton Smith "Nirvana"

Confusion as of dust with sparks - Clark Ashton Smith "Nirvana"

Disunited orbs that late were atoms - Clark Ashton Smith "Nirvana"

Drawn outward by the vampire-lips of Sleep - Clark Ashton Smith "Nirvana"

From autumn's grey, forgotten roses - Clark Ashton Smith "November Twilight"

Adown the clefts of under-space - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Threat of sightless anarchs vast - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Blossoms stirred by wings of eidolons - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Through the walls of hollow cloud - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Broken constellations strewn like coals - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Upon the noon of their lost worlds - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

In icy deserts of the sky - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

From the beginning of the spheres - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode on Imagination"

Broken dreams of higher worlds unfound - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

To thy realm all hidden things belong - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

Some echo of her voice's mystery - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

As sunset storms the sight - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

Each dim atom of the system manifest - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

Thy threads of wonder deep-entangled - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to Music"

In vaster silence rendered mute - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

The tangled tissues of the universe - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Reaps the flame of mightiest stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Suns and worlds have been thy prey - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

That fell to huge and ultimate eclipse - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Thunder of the meeting stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Crash of orbits that diverged - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Sung in the Romes of ruined spheres - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

Pluck out the light of stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Ode to the Abyss"

The fire and dust of perished sphere - Clark Ashton Smith "The Orchid"

Whose roots are in Eternity - Clark Ashton Smith "The Orchid"

Your points against the sapphire day - Clark Ashton Smith "Pine Needles"

No shining words of stone - Clark Ashton Smith "A Precept"

Would carve the mask of Mystery - Clark Ashton Smith "A Precept"

The inconsolable crying of an evil wind - Clark Ashton Smith "Psalm"

Cities of the wide mirage - Clark Ashton Smith "Psalm"

And clad with icy azures - Clark Ashton Smith "Psalm"

All the gardens of lost romance - Clark Ashton Smith "Psalm"

Where the ruining roses go - Clark Ashton Smith "Quest"

That harvest none shall glean - Clark Ashton Smith "Quest"

All the crownless, ruined years - Clark Ashton Smith "Recompense"

Of the sun's half-dreamt decay - Clark Ashton Smith "The Refuge of Beauty"

At portals dark and desperate - Clark Ashton Smith "The Refuge of Beauty"

The snows of forgetfulness - Clark Ashton Smith "Remembered Light"

In one swifter hour of flame - Clark Ashton Smith "Remembered Light"

Full of an umber twilight - Clark Ashton Smith "Remembered Light"

Shivered with outcry of eldritch voices - Clark Ashton Smith "Remembered Light"

Echo hath taken the song - Clark Ashton Smith "Requiescat"

In autumns lost of memory - Clark Ashton Smith "Requiescat in Pace"

The golden queens of planets long forgot - Clark Ashton Smith "Requiescat in Pace"

Came on my dream in thunder - Clark Ashton Smith "The Retribution"

Ghouls that batten on the past - Clark Ashton Smith "Retrospect and Forecast"

Loveliness find root within decay - Clark Ashton Smith "Retrospect and Forecast"

And night devour its flaming hues - Clark Ashton Smith "Retrospect and Forecast"

The dungeon-clefts of Tartarus - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

Closes the soul in a crypt of dread - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

Fluctuates between the mountains and the stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

Set as guards above the prison - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

Above the prison of the captive Titan-god - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

Hyperion divides the pillared vault of dark - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

The sentinel stars are dead - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"

The specter who returns unto some desolate world - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

On the black flowing of Lethean skies - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Haunt the gloom of grumbling pylons vast - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Familiar sphinxes carved from everlasting stone - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

In temples that enshrine the shadowy past - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Drowned in umbrage never-lifting - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Antique stars and elder planets drifting - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Canopied by the triple-tinted glory - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Gardens all emblazed with sevenfold noon - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Whose days belong to primal calendars - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

For I am free of vaults unfathomable - Clark Ashton Smith "Revenant" [Fantasy Fan, v.1, no.7, Mar. 1934]

Some vast cacophony of dragons - Clark Ashton Smith "Satan Unrepentant"

My autumn heart confesses - Clark Ashton Smith "Satiety"

The Titans gathered round their king - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Beneath the bright scorn of the stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Of threatened worlds and trembling firmaments - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

A trumpet-voice of phantom hosts - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Through the sky like severing swords - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Sharp levin leaping in the north - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

The crumbling coasts of Matter - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Black desert gripped in iron silences - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Startled the haughty stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Their will as reins upon the sun - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Cuts the strained knot of destiny - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

None venturing to risk comparison - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Whereon the shadows lay like rust - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Red upon the forefront of the north - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Arcturus was a beacon to the winds - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

That was the nurse of infant Death - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

The eldritch laughters of the wind - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Stood in silent ranks expectant - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Their storms and thunders spent - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

March with the diminished stars - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"

Yield rose-dust and ivy-leaf - Clark Ashton Smith "Sepulture"

Hieroglyphics of abhorrent doom - Clark Ashton Smith "Shadow of Nightmare"

That bleeds in cloud and darkness - Clark Ashton Smith "Solution"

Bitter dreams I bring - Clark Ashton Smith "Song"

The sun's uncharted orbits bind - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of a Comet"

Close to the zones of solar fire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of a Comet"

Beneath the star's unheeding eyes - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of a Comet"

Gold from the mines of the past - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

Find sustenance in shadows - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

Protection against the swords of the world - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

Of my dreams have I builded an inn - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

The hollowness of the unharvestable wind - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

Who harvest with the scythe of thought - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

The spirits of years unborn - Clark Ashton Smith "A Song of Dreams"

A choral chant of flame - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of the Stars"

The voices of comet and asteroid - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of the Stars"

Where the silent maelstroms lurk and hide - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of the Stars"

Rises and ebbs in a tide of fire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Song of the Stars"

Bestowed by fruitful Time's magnificence - Clark Ashton Smith "Song to Oblivion"

The crystal of unquestioned sleep - Clark Ashton Smith "The Sorrow of the Winds"

Cried to me in a dawn of dreams - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

All the threads of earth wear to the breaking - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Tread unharmed the blaze of stars - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Strikes off the chains of Time - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Swings back the door of years - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

The thread and weaving of his way - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Swept beyond the brink of Sense - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Caught me from the clasping world - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Chained and hurled with solar lightning - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Rays that leap from severed suns - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Twisting of the threads of years - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Weavings wrought of noon and night - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Watched the dream unroll - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

That form the raiment of the soul - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Enkindling dawns of memory - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Alien ciphers shown and lit - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Loose all burden of old woes - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

The central music of the Pleiades - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

A revenant in worlds Edenic - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Diverse as Hell's mad antiphone - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

To render strong Antares blind - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Brows that starry Grief had crowned - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Hot from the furnace of the suns - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Where Rigel sends no word of might - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

And dwindled to the sun's extent - Clark Ashton Smith "The Star Treader"

Like woven amber, finely spun - Clark Ashton Smith "Strangeness"

Fleeing moons a traveller sees - Clark Ashton Smith "Strangeness"

The tears of mist and fire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Tears of Lilith"

Upon the wind's oblivious woe - Clark Ashton Smith "To Nora May French"

Starward incense of the waning rose - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

The glad and golden death of spring - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

Weeps with frozen tears - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

With time's inexorable mystery - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

The bleak and bitter spell - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

The empty truth of tears - Clark Ashton Smith "To Omar Khayyam"

Golden stem of roses of illusion - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Beloved"

As eagles' wings in the quest of Truth - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Darkness"

That hands may not rend - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Darkness"

A roof with many beams and pillars - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Sun"

By the reins of invisible lightnings - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Sun"

Fall into the furnace of Arcturus - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Sun"

Fail not upon the road of space - Clark Ashton Smith "To the Sun"

That bloom but to an azure sun - Clark Ashton Smith "Triple Aspect"

Ancient lips to silence vowed - Clark Ashton Smith "Twilight on the Snow"

And the climber slips down gulfs of fear - Clark Ashton Smith "The Unrevealed"

Clear flame in lands extreme - Clark Ashton Smith "A Vision of Lucifer"

Bound with final frost - Clark Ashton Smith "White Death"

Unshadowed flame of phantom suns - Clark Ashton Smith "White Death"

Phantom suns in self-irradiance drowned - Clark Ashton Smith "White Death"

Wherewith the suns and worlds were dyed - Clark Ashton Smith "White Death"

All darkness rendered shelterless - Clark Ashton Smith "White Death"

And its burden of vain desire - Clark Ashton Smith "The Wind and the Moon"

On the wings of the hastening wind - Clark Ashton Smith "The Wind and the Moon"

Lies unstirred at summer's heart - Clark Ashton Smith "The Winds"

Pale as with eternal sleep - Clark Ashton Smith "Winter Moonlight"


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dreaming of soap suds & milk - Danez Smith "& even the black guy's profile reads 'sorry, no black guys'"

Nothing radical in being the enemy - Danez Smith "anti poetica"

Find our laughter between the horror - Danez Smith "anti poetica"

Lived long in a low solstice - Danez Smith "anti poetica"

green horned lord of my waking forest - Danez Smith "C.R.E.A.M."

prison made of emerald & pennies - Danez Smith "C.R.E.A.M."

sometimes is a synonym for often - Danez Smith "C.R.E.A.M."

Prison is a plantation made of stone & steel - Danez Smith "C.R.E.A.M."

Our kin you swallowed - Danez Smith "dream where every black person is standing by the ocean"

A June's worth of moons - Danez Smith "in lieu of a poem, i'd like to say"

The miracle of other people's lives - Danez Smith "in lieu of a poem, i'd like to say"

Until light outweighs us - Danez Smith "it won't be a bullet"

Telling me to go toward myself - Danez Smith "it won't be a bullet"

trying to find a warmth to call home - Danez Smith "juxtaposing the black boy & the bullet"

Everything you do is a miracle - Danez Smith "a note on the body"

Of breath after breath - Danez Smith "say it with your whole black mouth"

Dress me in guilt - Danez Smith "say it with your whole black mouth"

The crime of their imaginations - Danez Smith "say it with your whole black mouth"

That is not the hunted's duty - Danez Smith "say it with your whole black mouth"

Instead of something sharper - Danez Smith "say it with your whole black mouth"

where does the map end? - Danez Smith "three Black poems from August"

where is freedom's home? - Danez Smith "three Black poems from August"

bless the bottle eight times smashed - Danez Smith "three Black poems from August"

They know us as the drums in their dirt sky - Danez Smith "Two Deer in a Southside Cemetery"

We might put a song on your head - Danez Smith "Two Deer in a Southside Cemetery"

We lie to the sun, but the sun doesn't notice - Danez Smith "Two Deer in a Southside Cemetery"


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to strip sunlight from our temples - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

in the beginning was the gold rush - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

for the sake of resemblance & record - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

manifest then sob in the sand - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

an industry of inertia in their shoulder blades - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

wrench cardamom from between my teeth - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"

amble towards intention - Jayson P. Smith "on fathers & swords"


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The relics of the dying year - Effie Smith "December Snow"

The darkest tragedies of time - Effie Smith "Historic Ground"

Though unnamed in human records - Effie Smith "Historic Ground"

In paths of duty - Effie Smith "If Christ Should Come"

The test of eternity - Effie Smith "If Christ Should Come"

To no mortal eye revealed - Effie Smith "If Christ Should Come"

Grief's long protest and despair - Effie Smith "A Mountain Graveyard"

To drifts of glowing death - Effie Smith "October"

Some starlike aspiration to attain - Effie Smith "The Recompense"

As if death were the hardest battle - Effie Smith "The Test"

Were planted not in vain - Effie Smith "Thanksgiving"

Where love shall be complete - Effie Smith "Thanksgiving"

Awaits us at the end - Effie Smith "Thanksgiving"

Facing the looked-for dawn - Effie Smith "Toward Sunrise"

All our faithless fear - Effie Smith "Under Roofs"

And from human hearts erased - Effie Smith "When a Hundred Years Have Passed"

Give strength to hearts unborn - Effie Smith "When a Hundred Years Have Passed"

With trembling light - Effie Waller Smith "At the Grave of the Forgotten"

Had traveled darksome ways - Effie Waller Smith "At the Grave of the Forgotten"

As a friend long desired - Effie Waller Smith "At the Grave of the Forgotten"

Lights earth's tears - Effie Waller Smith "The Rainbow"

Truth's rich and deathless blue - Effie Waller Smith "The Rainbow"


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After the first disappointment - Hope Anita Smith "Give Me an 'M'"

A puzzle that no longer has a map - Hope Anita Smith "Instructions on How to Lose a Mother"

Wade through your tears - Hope Anita Smith "Instructions on How to Lose a Mother"

My heart rumbles like thunder - Hope Anita Smith "Memory"

Like I'm some kind of present - Hope Anita Smith "Momma"

In the library of her head - Hope Anita Smith "My Mother's Rule Book"

Like a small stone against her back - Hope Anita Smith "Sleepover"

Over the walls of my heart - Hope Anita Smith "Sleuthing"

Who lifts me out of sorrow - Hope Anita Smith "Superheroes"

A sea of loving phrases - Hope Anita Smith "Words"

Wrap each word and hold it - Hope Anita Smith "Words"


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Even your limbs become invention - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

Diminished to a hush of keratin and collagen - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

This bird once shook the forest - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

With no new skin to shelter - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

Quiet these too loud bones - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

Know the song struggling in your throat - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"

Before we severed our own wings - Lyz Soto "Today I Am Full of Birds"


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Many fleet horses perish on the road - Saadi "A Certain Man" transl. by Coleman Barks

Sick with struggles against fate - Saadi "Guardians" transl. by E.B. Eastwick

At the approach of destiny's decree - Saadi "Guardians" transl. by E.B. Eastwick

Be humble like the dust - Saadi "In Connection with Humility" transl. by Mirza Aqil-Husain

That even Satan was ashamed - Saadi "Jesus and the Sinner" transl. by W.C. Mackinnon

A crow in the cage with a parrot - Saadi "They Put a Crow in the Cage" transl. by Coleman Barks


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A machine's steel tear - Patricia Smith "Boy Dies, Girlfriend Gets His Heart"

Reluctant hosannas - Patricia Smith "Building Nicole's Mama"

Numb to our bloodied histories - Patricia Smith "Building Nicole's Mama"

Questions in the swirled sky - Patricia Smith "The Dawn of Luther B's Best Day"

Blunt slivers of larger promises - Patricia Smith "8 a.m., Sunday. August 28, 2005"

Toward separate songs - Patricia Smith "The End of a Marriage"

How dare the water belittle my thirst - Patricia Smith "5 p.m., Tuesday, August 23, 2005"

A crime behind my teeth - Patricia Smith "5 p.m., Tuesday, August 23, 2005"

Console myself with small furies - Patricia Smith "5 p.m., Tuesday, August 23, 2005"

Unravel the world for no reason - Patricia Smith "5 p.m., Thursday, August 25, 2005"

Croon in every screeching hue - Patricia Smith "5 p.m., Thursday, August 25, 2005"

Shadow in everyone's throat - Patricia Smith "Gettin' His Twang On"

Dripping the repeated roses - Patricia Smith "Giving Birth to Soldiers"

Scrubbed clean of war - Patricia Smith "Giving Birth to Soldiers"

Toward rumored sun - Patricia Smith "Inconvenient"

First generation brick - Patricia Smith "It Had the Beat Inevitable"

A reason to crave shelter - Patricia Smith "Katrina"

Could shine above hurting - Patricia Smith "Listening at the Door"

Something worse than rain - Patricia Smith "Man on the TV Say"

Irritated by the moon - Patricia Smith "Mississippi's Legs"

Grateful for the sleeping sun - Patricia Smith "Mississippi's Legs"

Of heat and no stars - Patricia Smith "Mississippi's Legs"

Long cool wisps of glimmer - Patricia Smith "Mississippi's Legs"

Patched with prayer and dust - Patricia Smith "Now He's an Etching"

Dawn tangled with my dust - Patricia Smith "Only Everything I Own"

Any sentence the sun chants - Patricia Smith "Prologue-- And Then She Owns You"

The color stunning your tongue - Patricia Smith "Prologue-- And Then She Owns You"

Pretends to remember to be listening - Patricia Smith "Prologue-- And Then She Owns You"

And makes you drink rain - Patricia Smith "Prologue-- And Then She Owns You"

Thick with lying - Patricia Smith "Remembering to Sing"

Earthquakes that grew pliant - Patricia Smith "Sacrifice"

The poet's slow remembering hands - Patricia Smith "Sacrifice"

Into a thousand skins - Patricia Smith "Siblings"

Against a city's flat face - Patricia Smith "Siblings"

Flailing on a wronged ocean - Patricia Smith "Siblings"

Aware of the weight again - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

And blood-frosted cake - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

Hallows your blind obsession - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

Bewaring that gate again - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

Blue enough to rouse ancestors - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

When the sacrament cools - Patricia Smith "Speak Now, Or Forever, Hold Your Peace"

Cling to the potential in the dark - Patricia Smith "The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon"

Streets so bare they grow voices - Patricia Smith "The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon"

Beguiled by the moon's lunatic luster - Patricia Smith "The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon"

Its most mapless lost cause - Patricia Smith "The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon"

Besieges me with bright - Patricia Smith "The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon"

Harbingers of hard wisdoms - Patricia Smith "10 Ways to Get Ray Charles and Ronald Reagan into the Same Poem"

The dim wattage of time - Patricia Smith "10 Ways to Get Ray Charles and Ronald Reagan into the Same Poem"

But the heart can't see - Patricia Smith "10 Ways to Get Ray Charles and Ronald Reagan into the Same Poem"

The roots of thirst - Patricia Smith "10 Ways to Get Ray Charles and Ronald Reagan into the Same Poem"

Thanks to the loud religion of wind - Patricia Smith "To Little Black Girls, Risking Flower"

Risk lurks in every inch of soil - Patricia Smith "To Little Black Girls, Risking Flower"

To unfurl, terrify, sparkle with damage - Patricia Smith "To Little Black Girls, Risking Flower"

Merely a million angels - Patricia Smith "To 3, No One in the Place"

A steady tongue and half a dream - Patricia Smith "To 3, No One in the Place"

The lie I've decided to hear - Patricia Smith "To 3, No One in the Place"

Turn your beseeching to vapor - Patricia Smith "Up on the Roof"

Too thin to hold tomorrow back - Patricia Smith "Voodoo II: Money"

The insistent perfume of plain water - Patricia Smith "Voodoo VIII: Spiritual Cleansing & Blessing"

Threaded with lightning and hurt - Patricia Smith "Voodoo VIII: Spiritual Cleansing & Blessing"

Scared barren at your very notion - Patricia Smith "What Betsy Has to Say"

To feed your ravenous eye - Patricia Smith "What Betsy Has to Say"

But secure in bone - Patricia Smith "What Was the First Sound"

Wind found its color - Patricia Smith "What Was the First Sound"

Of fevers unleashed - Patricia Smith "The World Won't Wait"


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Where skyscrapers are just inches away from the ground - Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan "Gosh, It's Too Beautiful to Exist Briefly in a Parallel Planet"

Curtailed by the ever-growing Christmas trees - Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan "Gosh, It's Too Beautiful to Exist Briefly in a Parallel Planet"

The ruin in telling the truth - Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan "Gosh, It's Too Beautiful to Exist Briefly in a Parallel Planet"

Our cosmos is growing into a bright castle - Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan "Gosh, It's Too Beautiful to Exist Briefly in a Parallel Planet"

Must not always beautify wreckage - Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan "Gosh, It's Too Beautiful to Exist Briefly in a Parallel Planet"


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Songs that gave us bad idea - Karen Solie "The Trees in Riverdale Park"

The seeds of a mythology - Karen Solie "The Trees in Riverdale Park"

And the gift of the periphery - Karen Solie "The Trees in Riverdale Park"

Cast no discernible light - Karen Solie "The Trees in Riverdale Park"

How the outlines of loss might gradually alter - Karen Solie "The Trees in Riverdale Park"


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A crown made of this visible sky - Sanai "Energetic Work" transl. by Coleman Barks

To grow a garden on the ruins - Sanai "The Time Needed" transl. by Coleman Barks

Error begins with duality - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Unity knows no error - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Polishing the mirror of your heart - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Polished free of the rust of hypocrisy - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Drink a cup of wine in this ruined house - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Leave this house of vagabonds - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Until you throw your sword away - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Never stand still on the path - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton

Brought nothing back but foam - Sanai "The Walled Garden of Truth" [selections] transl. by D. Pendleton


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For desperados and bleached bones - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Hawk-eyed hunters of solace - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Decades of dry winds that whisper once - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Whisper once into the heart of the agave - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

The sun that still rises and the dead that stay dead - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Do we not bloom after lying in wait - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Life and death and the brave who walk between - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"

Who shake off our fates to grasp again at life - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"


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Champions of their own dreams - Gary Soto "Australia Backwoods"

The strawberry of a good-bye kiss - Gary Soto "California Geography"

Lift their heads to rumor - Gary Soto "Falling in the Presence of Ants"

Rested to view the ruins - Gary Soto "How I Got to Walk Down Six Thousand Feet Barefoot"

Our shadows struggling to keep up - Gary Soto "Itching to Travel"

Could sell my smile - Gary Soto "The Mona Lisa"

The stars squeezing their icy light - Gary Soto "Professional Goals"

When our roads converged - Gary Soto "The Road Not Taken... in Peru"

Wiser from traveling both roads - Gary Soto "The Road Not Taken... in Peru"

A sweet lie in the cold, cold air - Gary Soto "San Francisco Fog"


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Bogs churning with bullfrogs - Diane Seuss "Curl"

Outside the old pickle shop - Diane Seuss "Curl"

Turned into carnations for parade floats - Diane Seuss "Folk Song"

Caskets filled with black feathers - Diane Seuss "Folk Song"

Let me resurrect beyond the bracken - Diane Seuss "Folk Song"

From the mouth of a wax museum troubadour - Diane Seuss "Folk Song"

Maybe all arrive in their own time - Diane Seuss "Gertrude Stein"

The milkweeds splitting at the seams - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

The wings and hollow bones of a damp bird - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Fugitive cows known for escaping - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Known for escaping their borders - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Fields of needles arranged into flowers - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Their sharp ends meeting at the center - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Fluttering skirts of opium poppies - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Nests in the crooks of their granite limbs - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

And rabbits that are mystics - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

And moons never stay put - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

The ones that scream to announce themselves - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Until their black feathers are edged in gold - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Little gods and devils trying out their wings - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

A paradise of vagaries - Diane Seuss "I Look Up from My Book and Out at the World through Reading Glasses"

Leashed with a measure of anchor rope - Diane Seuss "Jesus, with his cup"

An exile in a self-made skiff - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

In the middle of a tortured sea - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

Nature is what you have done to it - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

Stripping the pods from garden peas in the suburbs - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

A number of which will legitimize their presence - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

Rabbits leap in patterns across boulevards - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

That has evolved toward wickedness - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

As they disappear through the tunnel of flowers - Diane Seuss "Nature, Which Cannot Be Driven To"

Telling you my particular troubles - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Value in comparing notes - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

I have no prescriptions for you - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

The particular nature and tenor of the energy - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

The energy of our trouble - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

I'm capable of hallucination - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Teetering into platitudes - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Truth is the raw material of wisdom - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

A shot of whiskey without embellishment - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Truth lays bare the broken bone - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Dangerous to approach such a question - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Invent new mechanisms of caring - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

A degree of seeing through time - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Male poets of the lavishly grotesque - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

Those content with stale orthodoxies - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

The bedside of the dying world - Diane Seuss "Poetry"

An arrow without a target - Diane Seuss "Silence Is So Accurate, Rothko Wrote"

Silence has its own roar - Diane Seuss "Silence Is So Accurate, Rothko Wrote"

Alert to what silence has to offer - Diane Seuss "Silence Is So Accurate, Rothko Wrote"

Sadness shapes the landscape - Diane Seuss "Silence Is So Accurate, Rothko Wrote"

Some sweet but dangerous morsel - Diane Seuss "Silence Is So Accurate, Rothko Wrote"

Remember the black cherries' gleam - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

Respond only to the absolute present tense - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

The barn swallows' sharp flight and cry - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

The luxury of emptiness or peace - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

The mind like a jackrabbit bounding - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

Hair tonics by color like a spectrum - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

Mountains of oyster shells gleaming silver - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

Opened milkweed with no agenda - Diane Seuss "Six Unrhymed Sonnets"

Using the Black Sea as a mirror - Diane Seuss "Song in My Heart"

Unexceptional as a rain gauge - Diane Seuss "There is a force that breaks the body"

Joy, which is also a dishsoap - Diane Seuss "There is a force that breaks the body"

Irony being the flip side of sentimentality - Diane Seuss "There is a force that breaks the body"

Ironing out the kinks in despair - Diane Seuss "There is a force that breaks the body"

The beauty of a mass of chrysanthemums - Diane Seuss "[Things feel partial. My love for things is partial. Mikel on his last legs, covered]"

Even the molecule I allowed myself to feel - Diane Seuss "[Things feel partial. My love for things is partial. Mikel on his last legs, covered]"

The yarrow-edged side roads we walked barefoot - Diane Seuss "Toad"

Part of the road's story - Diane Seuss "Toad"

Wanting a transfusion of the reader's life blood - Diane Seuss "Toad"

The seam of its mouth glued shut - Diane Seuss "Toad"

Respite risks entrapment - Diane Seuss "Weeds"

The sweet smell of weeds - Diane Seuss "Weeds"


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Mixed with wild-rose and honeysuckle - Leonora Speyer "Abrigada"

The silver magic in the trees - Leonora Speyer "Abrigada"

Spinning her wild white thread - Leonora Speyer "Abrigada"

Their brief victories of dusk and dawn - Leonora Speyer "Abrigada"

And stumble toward the stars - Leonora Speyer "Abrigada"

April now walks the fields again - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

Holding all her buds against her heart - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

A dreadful knowledge trembles in the grass - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

After a terror of all raving sound - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

And birds sit close for comfort on broken boughs - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

Those stepping-stones from life to life - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

An interruption between two heart-beats - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

She passes with her perfect countersign - Leonora Speyer "April on the Battlefields"

Where all may pass who pay their toll - Leonora Speyer "Ballad of a Lost House"

Leave the chicory where it stands - Leonora Speyer "Bavarian Roadside"

If your hunger crave for blue - Leonora Speyer "Bavarian Roadside"

Then strap my wings to your feet - Leonora Speyer "Cantares"

Suffer the moths to singe their wings - Leonora Speyer "Cantares"

Lurking shapes that give no sign of rising - Leonora Speyer "Deep Sea Fishing"

Breaks the line along the failing tide - Leonora Speyer "Deep Sea Fishing"

Out of my sorrow I'll build a stair - Leonora Speyer "Duet (I sing with myself)"

Carry my pack of aches and stings - Leonora Speyer "Duet (I sing with myself)"

The music of your cruelties - Leonora Speyer "Enigma"

To sound the silent skies - Leonora Speyer "Enigma"

With pain’s leaping ember - Leonora Speyer "Enigma"

Roistering down the centuries - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Yet deep enough to drown - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Tattered music trailing on the ground - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Choirs of taut tuned strings - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

This unbarred stronghold of sweet gold - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Kindle their numb and awful apathy - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Measured wisdom of wide symphonies - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"

Grief shall not be my friend - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

She shall not be companion of my table - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

Shall not share my salt nor break my bread - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

Nor walk nor weep nor dream nor wake with me - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

Nor listen to her whisperings of the dead - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

And me, a puny thing of anguished need - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

The wingless, tearless thing the heart calls strength - Leonora Speyer "Friends"

Out of the storm that muffles shining night - Leonora Speyer "Garden Under Lightning"

Writhing paths I surely walked in that other life - Leonora Speyer "Garden Under Lightning"

Night, lingering, poured upon the world - Leonora Speyer "A Gift"

Held out to me a golden handful of bird's-notes - Leonora Speyer "A Gift"

Swimming round and round the centuries - Leonora Speyer "Gold-Fish"

Eternally golden, immortally indifferent - Leonora Speyer "Gold-Fish"

In your bleak eyes is the memory - Leonora Speyer "Gulls"

In the sea's ebbing cradles - Leonora Speyer "Gulls"

The mocking echo of woman's weeping - Leonora Speyer "Gulls"

A slow ship moving across its own oblivion - Leonora Speyer "The Heart Recalcitrant"

Learned to bless their overflowing emptiness - Leonora Speyer "The Heart Recalcitrant"

That roused this ember from exiled ashes - Leonora Speyer "The Heart Recalcitrant"

The lying sword, still dripping with my truth - Leonora Speyer "I'll Be Your Epitaph!"

But your dark dust will know - Leonora Speyer "I'll Be Your Epitaph!"

Along the ledges of sun-lacquered hours - Leonora Speyer "King's Garden"

Hidden, as are the hands of gods - Leonora Speyer "King's Garden"

Stole his eyes because they shone - Leonora Speyer "Kleptomaniac"

Stole the journeys of his heart - Leonora Speyer "Kleptomaniac"

Stole his anger and his scorn - Leonora Speyer "Kleptomaniac"

Glad of such plunder to be rid - Leonora Speyer "Kleptomaniac"

She comes from out the violated sky - Leonora Speyer "The Last Morning in the Country"

Dragging her tarnished light - Leonora Speyer "The Last Morning in the Country"

A small, pointed flame of sound - Leonora Speyer "The Locust"

On the ecstatic edge of sunbeams - Leonora Speyer "The Locust"

Reach by a song nearer the stars - Leonora Speyer "Measure Me, Sky!"

Profit of pain, joy by the weight of a word - Leonora Speyer "Measure Me, Sky!"

A horse-shoe rusts above the door - Leonora Speyer "New England Cottage"

That guard their dreams like sentinels - Leonora Speyer "New England Cottage"

Slow-withering stick and stone - Leonora Speyer "New England Cottage"

Oak flesh that fades on iron bone - Leonora Speyer "New England Cottage"

Plucked a flame from off a tree - Leonora Speyer "October Trees"

An unanswered crying turned to stone - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Granite beneath the glare of hostile spaces - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Reckons the rhythm of centuries - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Recounts these careless wonders - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Sea-weed on the surface of the air - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Under the iron wheels that lift us - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Scatters flowers from an ample garden - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Along the black cliffs of the sky - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

That wears this hour like a crown - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Making a prison of the world - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Because of mountains in my heart - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Although he fall a thousand times - Leonora Speyer "Of Mountains"

Pause upon the threshold's rust - Leonora Speyer "Protest in Passing"

Bleak winter in their frosty eyes - Leonora Speyer "Sand-Pipings: For a Spring Day"

Along the rim of an exhausted sea - Leonora Speyer "Sand-Pipings: Storm's End"

Strange winds directed my poor aim - Leonora Speyer "Saul! Saul!"

I wrote your name within my heart - Leonora Speyer "Song Overheard"

I lost my heart along the shining places - Leonora Speyer "Song Overheard"

Plucking a flower I did not want - Leonora Speyer "Song Overheard"

And taught the adolescent Serpent how to hiss - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

How the apple-boughs are twisted in their pain - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

Weighed down with many a red-cheeked little Cain - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

To make their surer paradise of tears - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

In the Garden is a hallowed emptiness of laws - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

That none shall ever bless or break - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

Through a divine monotony of Spring on spring - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"

As if to break themselves upon its stillness - Leonora Speyer "Swallows"

They dip their wings in the sunset - Leonora Speyer "Swallows"

A furtive delight in trees they don't desire - Leonora Speyer "Swallows"

In grasses that shall not know their weight - Leonora Speyer "Swallows"

Seek the high austerity of evening sky and swirl into its depths - Leonora Speyer "Swallows"

Bruised from battered jetty and sea-wall - Leonora Speyer "This City Wind"

Drowning in dreams as bitter and as deep - Leonora Speyer "This City Wind"

Jonah wept within the whale - Leonora Speyer "To a Song of Sappho discovered in Egypt"

Under the brown banks of the Nile - Leonora Speyer "To a Song of Sappho discovered in Egypt"

From the seven strands of the small harp - Leonora Speyer "To a Song of Sappho discovered in Egypt"

Along strange winds your petals blew - Leonora Speyer "To a Song of Sappho discovered in Egypt"

Love has a hundred gentle ends - Leonora Speyer "Two Passionate Ones Part"


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A curtain near a candle - A.E. Stallings "Accident Waiting to Happen"

Nothing is more permanent than the temporary - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"

Nostalgia and tear gas have the same acrid smack - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"

We stash bones in the closet when we don't have time - A.E. Stallings "After a Greek Proverb"

Coming to terms with the night - A.E. Stallings "Another Bedtime Story"

Divided by their eloquence - A.E. Stallings "The Argument"

A patient art, knapped from a core of flint - A.E. Stallings "Arrowhead Hunting"

At the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"

The blackbird sings at the frontier of his music - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"

Marks the brink of doubt - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"

Glad here at the border - A.E. Stallings "Blackbird Etude"

Found out by gravity - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"

The river of wrath - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"

Only stopped clocks and no reflections - A.E. Stallings "The Boatman to Psyche, on the River Styx"

Smoke's reputation - A.E. Stallings "Burned"

Fetched up from the weeds of the drowned - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"

Our fashioning that will have no brother - A.E. Stallings "The Catch"

The rude democracy of bone - A.E. Stallings "The Cenotaph"

The barrow of the buried year - A.E. Stallings "The Compost Heap"

The hour of broken luck - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"

Through my tributary veins - A.E. Stallings "Country Song"

Takes a twisted mind, a puzzled art - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

A fractal branching of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

The spirit level, sacred chart - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

That snakes and ladders to its shaky start - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

An average mazing of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

Dead ends that seem like lucky breaks - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

Through limestone caverns of mistakes - A.E. Stallings "Daedal"

Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"

An agony past all correction - A.E. Stallings "Dead Language Lesson"

Always losing the scent when it crosses the Styx - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"

Wind skinning itself in the trees - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"

Ungrateful creatures with their own lives - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"

Stray back into the moonlight and other kitchens - A.E. Stallings "The Dogdom of the Dead"

In the attic of forgotten shapes - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"

Amongst the smells of mothballs and cigars - A.E. Stallings "The Doll House"

Out of the body's loom - A.E. Stallings "The Dress of One Occasion"

Drinks it down with a glass of gin - A.E. Stallings "Drinking Song"

The haunted rooms obey - A.E. Stallings "The Eldest Sister to Psyche"

Hears nothing but the white vowels of the wind - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"

Wind brushing through stands of spears - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"

Leaps away like luck, over rapid water - A.E. Stallings "Epic Simile"

Always was a matter of revision - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

The first rough draft of history or legend - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

Refracts discreet components of a beauty - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

Fix them in some still more perfect order - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

Where things can be reinvented no longer - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

A red eye at the telescope's far tapering - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

Speaking with 100 iron tongues - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"

A dim nimbus on my head - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"

Forget the failed rehearsals of a mirth - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"

We walk out like shadows of a doubt - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"

Into the changed look of the afternoon - A.E. Stallings "Evil Eye"

Vanished at the sound of voices - A.E. Stallings "Extinction of Silence"

The circular argument of time - A.E. Stallings "Failure"

Who's always promising and walking out - A.E. Stallings "Failure"

Nothing in your pockets but your fists - A.E. Stallings "Failure"

From a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-Tale Logic"

Select the prince from a row of identical masks - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"

Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"

Cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"

Count dust specks, mote by mote - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"

Something impossible up your sleeve - A.E. Stallings "Fairy-tale Logic"

Breaks the spell of the ancient, numbered hours - A.E. Stallings "First Miracle"

In the Museum of Sorrow stand - A.E. Stallings "Funereal Stelae: Kerameikos, Athens"

Travels by dead reckoning - A.E. Stallings "The Ghost Ship"

For the sound of insomnia - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"

The sound of a broken heart - A.E. Stallings "Handbook of the Foley Artist"

Nudging towards the brinks - A.E. Stallings "Hangup"

Assemble the lost borders - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"

Restore the fractured world - A.E. Stallings "Jigsaw Puzzles"

Zither of chromatic scale - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"

I only recognize her going - A.E. Stallings "Momentary"

Your forebear was the sack of winds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"

The boon that gives and then rescinds - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"

The force that blows everyone off course - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"

Marooning all you've left behind - A.E. Stallings "The Mother's Loathing of Balloons"

Pickled in a vat of tears - A.E. Stallings "Olives"

The slow chromatics of a bruise - A.E. Stallings "Olives"

In treasuries of oil - A.E. Stallings "Olives"

Full of the golden past - A.E. Stallings "Olives"

The sun's great warship - A.E. Stallings "On Visiting a Borrowed Country House in Arcadia"

Opening the blank future like a letter - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

The vertigo of possibility - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

As the oboe lights the pure torch - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

Torn ticket in my hand - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

And corners of the room go prismed - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

Must discharge a freighted heart - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

When cellos shoulder the tune - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

The ambered afternoon slanting through motes of dust - A.E. Stallings "Prelude"

The coal fire cherished by the bellows - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"

And crowns utility with rose - A.E. Stallings "The Rosehead Nail"

Likewise props up scarecrow silences - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"

Not just buying time on credit - A.E. Stallings "Sestina: Like"

Exertion draws the mind from hope - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"

The quirk of hope in recurrent nightmares - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"

The luck of all the draws is the weight of stone - A.E. Stallings "Sisyphus"

Real as a bitter orange - A.E. Stallings "Sublunary"

Some shy, unbidden happiness - A.E. Stallings "Telephonophobia"

Or sing them for spite - A.E. Stallings "Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Ascribed to Martin Luther"

Wearing decay like diadems - A.E. Stallings "Tulips"

A sorrow you call teeth - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"

The warm, white oblivion of sleep - A.E. Stallings "Two Nursery Rhymes: Lullaby and Rebuttal"

Light as an exile's suitcase - A.E. Stallings "Two Violins"

Choices that we didn't make and never wanted - A.E. Stallings "Whethering"


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Would turn the eyes of Nero green - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

Your feuds shall suffer no abate - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

Accords of jealous interest - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

That for a warrior sends a scribe - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

Where common justice rules the mind - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

The stars out of their courses went - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

Or take the curse from off thy soul - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

And love offended lights a fire - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"

Force in name of justice spent - Edward S. Steele "Armenia Immolata"


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On wings that feared no wind - George Sterling "The Aeroplane"

Only the brook can tell - George Sterling "After the Storm"

Crimson fingers lift a crimson grain - George Sterling "Aftermath"

No word but peace - George Sterling "Afternoon"

A timeless vision and a ghostly fire - George Sterling "Afterward (BtB)"

She dreams in silver - George Sterling "Aldebaran at Dusk"

Brim with light the blue estates - George Sterling "Aldebaran at Dusk"

The purple wings of Night - George Sterling "Aldebaran at Dusk"

Lone and everlasting rose of light - George Sterling "Aldebaran at Dusk"

Broke loose to a remoter sky - George Sterling "The Altar Flame"

Upon this iron world - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Defy time and its hidden lords - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

To watch with compensating eyes - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

All too wild for speech - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

The blaze of peaceless stars - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Whose ancient salt is in our blood - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Each elder tree a king - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Menaced by invading fire - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

On the tides of peril drawn - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

The sky-line's crimson harbors - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Those last red relics of departing light - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

A chant of giants heard afar - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

White as the moon's cold hands - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Crouched like silent foes - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

Like winds that have no home - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

The portent and the veil - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"

With names of battle-thunder - George Sterling "Altars of Victory"

Mounds of immortal dust - George Sterling "Altars of Victory"

In shining courts of wonder - George Sterling "Altars of Victory"

Emerald beacons from the night - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Myrrh of splendid swoons - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Past the green and scarlet moons - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Each hath his mercy - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Each a certain law - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Shall haunt you in the house of Peace - George Sterling "The Apothecary's"

Time's accusing record unerased - George Sterling "As It Was in the Beginning"

In memory's regretful night - George Sterling "At Dusk"

The moments purchased by despair - George Sterling "At Midnight"

The sun upon its crimson pyre - George Sterling "At Sunset"

Nor altars builded to Oblivion - George Sterling "At the Grand Canyon"

Where Titan hosts have warred - George Sterling "At the Grand Canyon"

Eternally intones its woe - George Sterling "At the Grave of Serra"

In an age of infamy and gold - George Sterling "At the Grave of Serra"

Shall she find her wages also death? - George Sterling "At the Grave of Serra"

Beauty for a moth's desire - George Sterling "At the Grave of Serra"

By the bitter years withdrawn - George Sterling "At the Lily's Heart"

To give thy mouth its flame - George Sterling "Atthan Dances"

What star of Time forsakes her - George Sterling "Autumn"

On the ways of dream I go - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

Lonely in her golden glow - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

Secret with the homeless wind - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

And all my memory is made thy throne - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

Like a tear of everlasting dew - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

Between blazing cliffs of light - George Sterling "Ballad of the Bells"

Up to her knees in scarlet foam - George Sterling "Ballad of the Grapes"

Like scarlet domes of Avalon - George Sterling "Beauty Afar"

The sorrow of Time's laughter - George Sterling "Beauty and Truth"

With tears of bitter light - George Sterling "Beauty and Truth"

Made sister to the wordless wind - George Sterling "Before Dawn"

The narrow path of joy - George Sterling "Before Dawn"

Half sorrow and half peace - George Sterling "Beneath the Redwoods"

To the twilight of the bitter sands - George Sterling "Betrayal"

Who shall grapple with lions - George Sterling "Beyond the Breakers"

Ran like dragons driven by gods - George Sterling "Beyond the Breakers"

Between the thunder and the sun - George Sterling “The Black Vulture”

The silence of the sky - George Sterling “The Black Vulture”

Above the caldrons of the storm - George Sterling "The Black Vulture"

Wreathing her forehead with a scarlet vine - George Sterling "Blue Ranges"

And pride of guarding flame - George Sterling "Caeli Enarrant"

Past the crystal thresholds of the dawn - George Sterling "The Caged Eagle"

All the scarlet buried in the bud - George Sterling "California"

Timeless thrones of snow - George Sterling "California"

And all his mind took fire - George Sterling "A Character"

Like a wind some hidden world put forth - George Sterling "A Character"

The abrupt ferocities of chance - George Sterling "A Character"

Honey from illusion's stinging hive - George Sterling "A Character"

Sorrow and Art made Love - George Sterling "A Character"

A troop of royal sunsets - George Sterling "A Character"

Where golden altars fume - George Sterling "The Chariots of Dawn"

Stars that pass in alien fire - George Sterling "Charles Warren Stoddard"

Lit his garden with a lamp of gold - George Sterling "Charles Warren Stoddard"

Ocean's thunder unsubdued - George Sterling "The City and the Silence"

With the amber of afterglow - George Sterling "The City and the Silence"

From headlands of celestial gold - George Sterling "The City of Music"

Go winged with crystal fire - George Sterling "The Common Cult"

Of golden shadows in our dream - George Sterling "Compensation"

To see the sun drip gold - George Sterling "Confession"

Shorn of dreams and free of thirst - George Sterling "The Cynic"

Lilies of celestial gold - George Sterling "Dawn from a Western Mountain"

Thy doom upon the poisoned wind - George Sterling "The Day of Decision (CE)"

With grey, demoniac breath - George Sterling "The Death of Circe"

The music of forgotten dreams - George Sterling "The Directory"

Regret for every fallen leaf - George Sterling "Discord"

Rose whose thorn is ecstasy - George Sterling "Doubt and Worship"

On tombs where Time lay dead - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"

To whisper what their roots had found - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"

The menace of infinity constrained - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"

And clangor of ascending chains - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"

A skull that glared upon the stars - George Sterling "The Dream of Wilhelm II"

The crimson fountains of the dawn - George Sterling "Duandon"

Till drawn by some new sorrow - George Sterling "Duandon"

From kingdoms of the sapphire vast - George Sterling "Duandon"

And ancient as the air - George Sterling "Duandon"

Nor all the stars' invincible array - George Sterling "Duandon"

From broadest tapestries of foam - George Sterling "Duandon"

A scarlet shell before his feet - George Sterling "Duandon"

Whose fragile dome is crimson - George Sterling "Duandon"

By violet foam at twilight tost - George Sterling "Duandon"

The voice of Heaven's whitest star - George Sterling "Duandon"

Twin stars above those azure ways - George Sterling "Duandon"

A foam-white arm that beckoned once - George Sterling "Duandon"

In silver webs had snared the sea - George Sterling "Duandon"

Before his doom-bewildered eyes - George Sterling "Duandon"

Saw the sapphire fields of ocean blaze - George Sterling "Duandon"

The turquoise battlements of noon - George Sterling "Duandon"

As twilight mixed its purple - George Sterling "Duandon"

Sunset, like a golden blade - George Sterling "Duandon"

Grey as with oblivion - George Sterling "Duandon"

From crimson victories of war - George Sterling "Duandon"

One with the reaches of infinity - George Sterling "Duandon"

Altars of the buried sun made red - George Sterling "Duandon"

On waters, grey and lone - George Sterling "Duandon"

Gone like the shadow of a vanished cloud - George Sterling "Duandon"

From azure gulfs to dream - George Sterling "Duandon"

Thunder-chorded surf on yellow sands - George Sterling "Duandon"

Her beacon to a goal divine - George Sterling "Duty"

Face unfaltering the Wrath - George Sterling "Duty"

Anger in oil and stone - George Sterling "Earth Song"

Graven on tendon and bone - George Sterling "Earth Song"

Frontiers of flame and thunder - George Sterling "Earth's Anthem"

A victim of the curse of thought - George Sterling "The Echo and the Quest"

Idle as any song of mine - George Sterling "The Echo and the Quest"

Unmastered still by disbelief - George Sterling "The Echo and the Quest"

On ancient roads of war - George Sterling "England, August 1914"

Be as a rope of sand - George Sterling "England, August 1914"

Where winds of sorrow blow - George Sterling "Evanescence"

The centuries that foster thee - George Sterling "The Evanescent"

Descendent from the starry throng - George Sterling "The Evanescent"

Ruined altars yielding up their fire - George Sterling "The Evanescent City"

With her dust upon the twilight winds - George Sterling "The Evanescent City"

The mournful music of the years - George Sterling "The Fall of the Year"

Exile and a home withheld - George Sterling "The Fall of the Year"

On wizard roads of shadow - George Sterling "Farm of Fools"

Our wingless gold of earth - George Sterling "Farm of Fools"

Pan's hoofprints in the corn - George Sterling "Farm of Fools"

With tinsel crowns put by - George Sterling "The Faun"

Too sad to watch the sky - George Sterling "The Faun"

In thy veins a scarlet venom - George Sterling "The Feast"

A famished star made desperate - George Sterling "Fire of Dreams"

That no memory can sweeten - George Sterling "The First Food"

Peace to thine unforgetting heart - George Sterling "The First Food"

Once mirror to the mountain - George Sterling "The First Born"

And strong to serve the Star - George Sterling "The Fleet"

The whitest beacon on the coasts of Time - George Sterling "The Fleet"

The sea alone hath speech - George Sterling "Forenoon by the Pacific"

And grey disposal of mine art - George Sterling "The Forest Mother"

When the rain has washed the dark - George Sterling "The Forest Mother"

Guardian and serf of that grey house - George Sterling "The Forest Mother"

Who hath strange laughter - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

Against the day of thy hope - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

Thou takest to thee strange wine - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

And the dust as the stars that conceive - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

No truce with the day - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

The house of death without a door - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

Their swords against the abyss - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

The dust is troubled for a season - George Sterling "The Forty-Third Chapter of Job"

Where Love's white altars gleam - George Sterling "From Dawn to Dawn"

Rebuild the palace of the night - George Sterling "From Dawn to Dawn"

That sinks upon a lily's breast - George Sterling "From Dawn to Dawn"

No moon nor friendly stars attain - George Sterling "From the Gloom"

The sifted sunlight passed - George Sterling "The Gardens of the Sea"

The azure blaze of scentless flowers - George Sterling "The Gardens of the Sea"

In living stars and blazoned bands - George Sterling "The Gardens of the Sea"

And forms in restless crimson dyed - George Sterling "The Gardens of the Sea"

The lilies of the moon - George Sterling "The Gardens of the Sea"

Like a bead along the thread of light - George Sterling "The Glass of Time"

Shall find the feet of Change are fast - George Sterling "The Gleaner"

Where ashen gardens house the pilgrim sands - George Sterling "The Gleaner"

Alone with anguish and the dark - George Sterling "The Golden Past"

Through sealed, ungiven tears - George Sterling "Good-bye!"

With witness of a light - George Sterling "The Guerdon of the Sun"

Take their symbol from the light - George Sterling "The Guerdon of the Sun"

Based on heaven's blue - George Sterling "The Guerdon of the Sun"

That crown his labor done - George Sterling "The Guerdon of the Sun"

In solitude go free - George Sterling "The Gulls"

The hidden grace of vanished years - George Sterling "Harp-Song"

The only rapture worthy of the cost - George Sterling "Harp-Song"

When today is yesterday - George Sterling "Harp-Song"

Nor mix farewell with prayer - George Sterling "Helen Peterson"

What Time beheld so fair - George Sterling "Helen Peterson"

For now his soul has taken iron - George Sterling "Henri"

And on thy mouth lost roses - George Sterling "Hesperia"

With Heaven a golden mist beyond - George Sterling "Hesperia"

Her poppies dropped in flight - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Had gathered the night's last tear - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Girdled half of a world in gold - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Watched the golden reefs of sunset fade - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Heedless of Time and the jealous stars - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Where the wind ran grey - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Between the sapphire and the pines - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Took an ocean for its harp - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Have seen your scarlet over a setting sun - George Sterling "Hesperian"

A flower of elfin gold - George Sterling "The Hidden Pool"

When that flower of fear had broken - George Sterling "The Hidden Pool"

To pluck that flower of doom - George Sterling "The Hidden Pool"

Wardens of the far-sought gold - George Sterling "The Homing of Drake"

Beyond the grey and desolate Gate - George Sterling "The Homing of Drake"

Of all the tides of conquest - George Sterling "The Homing of Drake"

To us time's sea is strange - George Sterling "The Homing of Drake"

Veined with sullen gold - George Sterling "Hostage"

Another leaf from life's wild rose - George Sterling "Hostage"

With spirits of unnumbered rains - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

The hidden harp of memory - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

Had mourned in Eden's evening - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

Are half the music of the Past - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

Of some black lily, still and venomous - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

An ivory poison, sweet and cold - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

The heart's high memories unaware - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

Some garden built by sin - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

How marvelous the lure - George Sterling "The House of Orchids"

With portent of a Golden Age - George Sterling "The House of War"

As eagles of destruction ride - George Sterling "The House of War"

In midnight's deepest sapphire - George Sterling "The Huntress of Stars"

Drown Orion in a silver swoon - George Sterling "The Huntress of Stars"

Or quench their starry thirst - George Sterling "The Huntress of Stars"

Hewn in midnight's deepest sapphire - George Sterling "The Huntress of Stars"

When the spirit's chains are rust - George Sterling "In a Thousand Years"

Where tears alone are fruit - George Sterling "In Autumn"

The harvest of annihilating years - George Sterling "The Inexorable Hour"

And danced on five dew drops - George Sterling "Insincerities"

To hold by faith a heart's untested gold - George Sterling "Intimation"

Their reefs of sunken gold - George Sterling "The Islands of the Blest"

From these Time steals no glory - George Sterling "The Joys Unchanging"

Heard the stars plot evil - George Sterling "Justice"

Grey as any rain - George Sterling "Justice"

A whisper touched the wind - George Sterling "Justice"

Woven with the shadows of my dream - George Sterling "The Killdee"

The hushed lips of Evening - George Sterling "The Killdee"

And watch our isolated sun decline - George Sterling "Kindred"

Twilight in unhesitating hands - George Sterling "Kindred"

To enchanted silence flows - George Sterling "The Kiss"

The salt and amber sand - George Sterling "The Lagoon"

What golden people call it home? - George Sterling "The Last Island"

Swept by winds that never blew before - George Sterling "The Last of Sunset"

That gave her heart to dust - George Sterling "A Legend of the Dove"

Float with unheeded fire - George Sterling "The Light-Giver"

Now content with memories - George Sterling "Lost Companion"

Hold the sorrows of the wind - George Sterling "Lost Companion"

From citadels of dream - George Sterling "Lost in Light"

The lost, unhappy rain - George Sterling "Lost Sunsets"

Saw wilder sunsets drown - George Sterling "Lost Sunsets"

Stand equal in their flame - George Sterling "Love's Mercy"

Have in quest the trusted light - George Sterling "Memorial Day, 1901"

Power, with encrimsoned hands - George Sterling "Memorial Day, 1901"

Absolve the future of its fears - George Sterling "Memorial Day, 1901"

Beside the ocean of the Past - George Sterling "Memory"

Trophies of tides invincible - George Sterling "Memory"

The portals of the ruined past - George Sterling "Memory of the Dead"

From the sapphire of infinity - George Sterling "The Meteor"

On paths that memory retraces - George Sterling "Mirage"

Hold me exile of their star - George Sterling "Mirage"

Had baffled Time and Fate - George Sterling "A Mood"

Ere the darkness could forget - George Sterling "Moonlight in the Pines"

That time would teach her dream - George Sterling "Moonlight in the Pines"

A wilder glory touched the wood - George Sterling "Moonlight in the Pines"

In realms now formless in the dust - George Sterling "A Morning Hymn"

Mutations of arrested light - George Sterling "Morning in the Pines"

With radiance of wings immortal - George Sterling "The Morning Star"

This audacious vision of the dust - George Sterling "The Moth of Time"

When matter's chain shall rust - George Sterling "The Moth of Time"

The undying kings, Silence and Death - George Sterling "The Moth of Time"

The wind of lonely places - George Sterling "The Muse of the Incommunicable"

Wander on the sands of doom - George Sterling "The Muse of the Incommunicable"

Haunting yet the dusk of unforgotten days - George Sterling "Music"

That sorrow in the ocean's voice - George Sterling "Music"

Her chords of shadowy gold - George Sterling "Music"

And reveal the deep of stars - George Sterling "Music"

To the wounded viols pleading - George Sterling "Music at Dusk"

On the pathway of the sun - George Sterling "Music at Dusk"

Taken in the toils of Sleep - George Sterling "The Music of Sleep"

My heart is hungered fire - George Sterling "The New Goddess"

A worship of a grimmer kind - George Sterling "The New Kings"

Whose streets with tears are wet - George Sterling "The New State"

And haughty in their music - George Sterling "Night in Heaven"

Dreams of the abandoned nest - George Sterling "The Night Migration"

Below the migrant winter stars - George Sterling "The Night Migration"

Time's adoration of Eternity - George Sterling "The Night of Gods"

Of kingdoms past and gods undone - George Sterling "The Night of Gods"

Whose roots take hold on Hell - George Sterling "The Night of Man"

Alert and faithful in the night - George Sterling "Night-Sentries"

Whatever menace be - George Sterling "Night-Sentries"

Ablink like dragon-eyes - George Sterling "Night-Sentries"

Lamps in rooms of pain - George Sterling "Night-Sentries"

Until their memory be fled - George Sterling "The Nile"

The shaken stars of midnight stir - George Sterling "Nora May French"

In question at oblivion's brink - George Sterling "Norman Boyer"

With onyx pebbles and orange weed - George Sterling "North Wind"

The twilight of those sapphire stones - George Sterling "Ocean Sunsets"

Ashes of the sun-deserted gold - George Sterling "Ocean Sunsets"

Beheld that crimson billow soar - George Sterling "Ocean Sunsets"

The crimson gardens of the mourning air - George Sterling "October"

Gives Hope her haven - George Sterling "October"

Lonely voices at her heart - George Sterling "Ode on the Centenary of the Birth of Robert Browning"

With the stars in doubt - George Sterling "Ode on the Centenary of the Birth of Robert Browning"

The menace of that lethal time - George Sterling "Of America"

Weaves a coverlet of dust - George Sterling "Old Anchors"

Weary of the rainless sands - George Sterling "An Old Indian Remembers"

Recall the starlight in the tear - George Sterling "Old Partings"

In the storm's black universe - George Sterling "On Fifth Avenue"

Circe folded in the sunset's gold - George Sterling "The Pain of Beauty"

Follow with the sound of gold - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

Their gold was the gold of earth - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

That sleep in the barrows of oblivion - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

Whose gold is the gold of eternity - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

Peace to the dust of the conquerors - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

The purple kingdoms of the old mirage - George Sterling "The Pathfinders"

Brown and brittle falls the leaf - George Sterling "The Pathway"

Red and gold of sunset wines - George Sterling "The Pathway"

The tiger-haunted garden - George Sterling "Peace"

Never tell of sorrowed things - George Sterling "The Peace of the Hills"

Considering the mystery of pain - George Sterling "Pride and Conscience"

My heart is sister of ice - George Sterling "The Princess on the Headland"

A better excuse for the song - George Sterling "The Quarrel"

And like a lily broke - George Sterling "The Rack"

Far below the crimson star - George Sterling "The Rack"

A rose of sorrow and change - George Sterling "Rainbow's End"

Turn my gaze to the dawn - George Sterling "Rainbow's End"

Gold is on the heart's horizon - George Sterling "Reborn"

Sorrow's star, forlornly cold - George Sterling "Reborn"

Hunger in the perished years - George Sterling "Reborn"

And sudden starlight in remembering tears - George Sterling "Reincarnation"

The twilight tells not which - George Sterling "Remorse"

With clamors frozen at his heart - George Sterling "Remorse"

Above the rising sea of human tears - George Sterling "Remorse"

Out of darkness and unhallowed years - George Sterling "Repentance"

Holds forever, like a shell - George Sterling "Respite"

Silence has half her will - George Sterling "Respite"

With tyrant dreams that startle - George Sterling "Resurrection"

And hunger for departed hours - George Sterling "Revelation"

May teach a thousand things unsaid - George Sterling "Revelation"

Standing on the dust of kings - George Sterling "Romance"

They sow a bitter grain - George Sterling "Safe"

And webs as white as milk - George Sterling "Sails"

The lonely chalice of your peace - George Sterling "Sanctuary"

Where midnight merges to infinity - George Sterling "Shelley at Spezia"

Of that wan orchid of despair - George Sterling "The Sibyl of Dreams"

By hesitating spirits of the wind - George Sterling "The Sibyl of Dreams"

Burden the winds with thunder - George Sterling "Sonnets on the Sea's Voice"

Across the tumult wake the Past - George Sterling "Sonnets on the Sea's Voice"

Of harps reborn from legend's dust - George Sterling "Sonnets on the Sea's Voice"

Move with phantoms unbegot - George Sterling "Sonnets on the Sea's Voice"

The tides of Time in travail - George Sterling "The Spirit of Beauty"

Splendors of the lapsing sun - George Sterling "The Spirit of Dusk"

The grey wings of fleeting Twilight - George Sterling "The Spirit of Dusk"

The sullen emerald of the pines - George Sterling "Spring in Monterey"

Meet the question of the hours - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

The sapphire walls of noon forbid - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

As love by silence hid - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

Whom all the swords of sunset bar - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

Reach past the departed sun - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

The seas of shadow call - George Sterling "Stars of Noon"

Tender as sleep to old regret - George Sterling "The Strange Bird"

The shadow of the wings of Time - George Sterling "Strange Waters"

Crown the skull with flower or thorn - George Sterling "Strange Waters"

In that undying garden of the years - George Sterling "Sweet Poesy, She Liveth"

And scarves of rustling foam - George Sterling "The Swimmers"

Alien terrors and unknown surmise - George Sterling "The Swimmers"

The sea's immeasured lyre - George Sterling "The Swimmers"

The cities of accurst desire - George Sterling "The Swoon"

Clinging fire from Heaven's arsenal - George Sterling "The Swoon"

Had numbered all the nerves of pain - George Sterling "The Swoon"

An echo in the abysses of the heart - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

The swift fulfilment of all dreams - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

Torn from the clasping day - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

A wandering echo in the night of Change - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

The ghost of something futile and forgot - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

The grief and music of forgotten lives - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

As dust that gathered to a rose - George Sterling "Tasso to Leonora"

The battle of contending skies - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

With what blood of wars divine - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Beyond Orion's dreadful sword of suns - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Reserves and urgencies of light - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

From insurgent deeps impelled - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Archival gloom, prophetic flame - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

And winds of the forgotten morn - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

The music of her age of gold - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Crowned upon the ashen sun - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Her transitory throne of fire - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

The Hydra's crimson heart - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

From the dark a dust of fire - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Where Life looks forth on Time - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

The throned infinity of law - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

A needle on the nerves of sight - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Or kindred mystery and hope - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Gone forth to Time's transmuting storms - George Sterling "The Testimony of the Suns"

Whoso drinks her beauty's golden wine - George Sterling "That Walk in Darkness"

And scarlet trumpets pealing in the blood - George Sterling "That Walk in Darkness"

Rose like minarets of dream - George Sterling "Then and Now"

That clutched the deviating earth - George Sterling "The Thirst of Satan"

Draining the bitter oceans - George Sterling "The Thirst of Satan"

In the face of the offended sun - George Sterling "The Thirst of Satan"

The dome of unremembered nights - George Sterling "Three Sonnets by the Night Sea"

A beacon on the cosmic deep - George Sterling "Three Sonnets by the Night Sea"

From the starlight and the surge - George Sterling "Three Sonnets by the Night Sea"

Each marvel would outgrow - George Sterling "Three Sonnets by the Night Sea"

Whose light is not in the refusing dawn - George Sterling "Thy Laughing Loveliness"

They that supped with War - George Sterling "Tidal, King of Nations"

Awake no winds but bear her dust - George Sterling "The Tides of Change"

Echo of a music once supreme - George Sterling "The Tides of Change"

The ghost of dawns forgotten - George Sterling "The Tides of Change"

Your footfall on our star - George Sterling "To a Girl Dancing"

That should foil oblivion - George Sterling "To Ambrose Bierce"

Endure the light which is the truth - George Sterling "To Ambrose Bierce"

Time's whitest loves lie radiant - George Sterling "To Browning"

The harvests of her ancient rain - George Sterling "To Germany"

And bid the stars of morning sing - George Sterling "To Germany"

Time's sure and ancient treachery - George Sterling "To Ina Coolbrith"

Where Memory, with tireless sight - George Sterling "To Katherine"

The power of your deluding wine - George Sterling "To Life"

Where light and roses stir - George Sterling "To My Sister"

Are loyal to that alien light - George Sterling "To One Self-Slain"

The fleeting music scattered - George Sterling "To One Self-Slain"

Nor stand in flame beside me - George Sterling "To Pain"

Had touched the world to grey - George Sterling "To Ruth Chatterton"

Silent as her heavy-petalled rose - George Sterling "To Ruth Chatterton"

Once sighted over seas of blood - George Sterling "To the Goddess Liberty"

Time's purple deepens to oblivion - George Sterling "To the Moon"

Purchase me the freedoms of celestial sorcery - George Sterling "To the Moon (StC)"

Would lie on shattered roses - George Sterling "To Vera (5)"

The fields with hints of terror sown - George Sterling "To Vernon L. Kellogg"

Demanding the impossible for food - George Sterling "Two Met"

Thy voice in crystal echo - George Sterling "The Unalterable"

On fabled sands of gold - George Sterling "Under the Rainbow"

Ambers found in dream alone - George Sterling "Under the Rainbow"

A bubble lifting from enchanted light - George Sterling "Under the Rainbow"

Is bitter with our love's delay - George Sterling "Until Thou Comest"

Squander the year's unhoarded gold - George Sterling "Untitled Poem"

The truce of time and tears - George Sterling "Vigil"

Half its glowing temples fall to ash - George Sterling "A Visitor"

The rain's grey army passed - George Sterling "A Visitor"

The abiding secret of our tears - George Sterling "Visual Beauty"

A hunger for horizons - George Sterling "The Voice of the Wheat"

Shall reap the years of peace - George Sterling "The Voice of the Wheat"

The harvest of my proven gold - George Sterling "The Voice of the Wheat"

To morning's throne of gold - George Sterling "The Voices"

That domain and interval of dream - George Sterling "War"

The challenge of contending suns - George Sterling "War's Music"

His priests in gold and scarlet - George Sterling "The War-Machine"

In what mine of amazement - George Sterling "What Porridge Had John Keats?"

The metal Time's acid eats not - George Sterling "What Porridge Had John Keats?"

The mystery hid in the flame - George Sterling "What Porridge Had John Keats?"

And bind with ghostly light - George Sterling "White Magic"

As eastward woke a thorny star - George Sterling "White Magic"

Hath the Edens in her gift - George Sterling "White Magic"

Lost in a still, enchanted land - George Sterling "White Magic"

A rain of pearl from crumbling moons - George Sterling "White Magic"

Her haunted heart forgets - George Sterling "White Magic"

Twilight music that regrets - George Sterling "White Magic"

Weaves it with a troubled wind - George Sterling "White Magic"

From the loom of suns that sink - George Sterling "White Magic"

The restless winds of thought - George Sterling "Willy Pitcher"

In nameless cities of the past - George Sterling "The Wind"

Beyond the sapphire miles - George Sterling "The Wind"

In which a sun was deathless - George Sterling "The Wine of Illusion"

Dead stars were strewn like sands - George Sterling "The Wine of Illusion"

Wherein a splendid poison burns - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

At fall of some disastrous night - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Like a crimson throat to hell - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Lost in palaces of silence - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Orbs that graven monsters clasp - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Made equal in the dust - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Icy philters brim with scarlet foam - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Seeks the silence of a vaster night - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

A crimson spider hidden in a skull - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Whose scarlet venom crawls - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Onyx waters stilled by gorgeous oils - George Sterling "A Wine of Wizardry"

Untouched by crimson or by gold - George Sterling "A Winter Dawn"

Whose slow, annuling tide creeps nearer - George Sterling "The Wiser Prophet"

Conscious of the thing foretold - George Sterling "The Wiser Prophet"

Passing from mirage to final dust - George Sterling "The Wiser Prophet"

I am fire to the bold - George Sterling "Witch-Fire"

Before the sapphire altar of the sea - George Sterling "With the Strength of Dreams"

One with the wine of night - George Sterling "With the Strength of Dreams"

On heavens and hearts that dream - George Sterling "The Yellow Rose"

On custom's rust and Beauty's dust - George Sterling "The Yellow Rose"

By duty and the alchemy of tears - George Sterling "Yosemite"

A mist before Time's sun - George Sterling "Yosemite"

Iron litanies of worlds that die - George Sterling "Yosemite"

Where the feet of Time are slow - George Sterling "Yosemite"

Unaltered by the lightnings - George Sterling "Yosemite"

The compassion of their night - George Sterling "Yosemite"

Crystal voices lifted to thine ears - George Sterling "Yosemite"

Goes forth on scarlet thresholds - George Sterling "Yosemite"

The world's arisen shade - George Sterling "Yosemite"

A sudden flower blooms in my heart - George Sterling "You Are So Beautiful"

And music all too poor - George Sterling "You Are So Beautiful"

Whose is the blood in thy broken chalice? - George Sterling "You Never Can Tell"

And solitary oceans then unknown - George Sterling "Youth and Time"


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To the heart of iron and fire - D.L. Sayers "For Phaon"

Through the dry plains of hell - D.L. Sayers "For Phaon"

When kings pass and perish - D.L. Sayers "For Phaon"

Cities are only wind and flame - D.L. Sayers "For Phaon"

Buried in the dust of thrones - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

Strange, sprawling scale of barbarous tones - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

Face the reckoning unafraid - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

Which stabbed me into vision - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

Rub out wrinkles from the heart - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

Which asked no beat of answering pulse - Dorothy L. Sayers "Pygmalion"

In the workshop of my mind - D.L. Sayers "Sympathy"

The weird weaver of doom - D.L. Sayers "Sympathy"

The web that we call truth - D.L. Sayers "Sympathy"

Woe betide the weary hour - D.L. Sayers "Vials Full of Odours"

Fair fall the lusty thorn - D.L. Sayers "Vials Full of Odours"


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Traps in the midst of dreams - Wallace Stevens "Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks"

In the space of life - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

Never touched his heart - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

From what desire - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

A spokesman of the night - Wallace Stevens "Chocorua to Its Neighbor"

A cry of divine attention - Wallace Stevens "The Course of a Particular"

The smoke-drift of puffed-out heroes - Wallace Stevens "The Course of a Particular"

Dream of baboons and periwinkles - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"

Catches tigers in red weather - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"

Pain killing pain - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Consume in solid fire - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

In the false engagements of the mind - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Inventions of sorrow - Wallace Stevens "Esthetique du Mal"

Collect ourselves, out of all the indifferences - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

A single shawl wrapped tightly round - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

The rendezvous within its vital boundary - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

How high that highest candle - Wallace Stevens "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour"

My flowers are reflected in your mind - Wallace Stevens "The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches"

The brown at the bottom of red - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

The orange far down in yellow - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

Legend of the maroon and olive forest - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"

In the temperature of heaven - Wallace Stevens "The Hermitage at the Centre"

One last look at the ducks - Wallace Stevens "The Hermitage at the Centre"

Poetry is the supreme fiction - Wallace Stevens "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman"

And from the nave build haunted heaven - Wallace Stevens "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman"

Or else it is not spring - Wallace Stevens "Holiday in Reality"

Real only if I make them so - Wallace Stevens "Holiday in Reality"

Beyond the genius of the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

The grinding water and the gasping wind - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Only the dark voice of the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Bronze shadows heaped on high horizons - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Acutest at its vanishing - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

And portioned out the sea - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Blessed rage for order - Wallace Stevens "The Idea of Order at Key West"

Choirs of wind and wet and wing - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

Crown of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

A furious star - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

To all that dust - Wallace Stevens "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

The proud and the strong have departed - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

Natives of a dwindled sphere - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

An indigence of the light - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

The poverty of autumnal space - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

The stale grandeur of annihilation - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

A daily majesty of meditation - Wallace Stevens "Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly"

Put mantles on our words - Wallace Stevens "Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly"

The moon is the mother of pathos and pity - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

At the wearier end of November - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

In a shelter made by the leaves - Wallace Stevens "Lunar Paraphrase"

The great weightings of the end - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

With the sleepiness of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

In the handbook of heartbreak - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Strumming the blacknesses of black - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Remembering the blue-jay - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Wicked in her dead light - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"

Uncertain particles of the certain solid - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The first hundred flakes of snow - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

Out of a storm of secondary things - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

Endure our thoughts all night - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The bright obvious stands motionless - Wallace Stevens "Man Carrying Thing"

The wind attendant on the solstices - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Days like oceans in obsidian - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Full of night's midsummer blaze - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Through all its purples to the final slate - Wallace Stevens "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad"

Twenty men crossing a bridge - Wallace Stevens "Metaphors of a Magnifico"

That will not declare itself - Wallace Stevens "Metaphors of a Magnifico"

As absent as if we were asleep - Wallace Stevens "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters"

Fallen brightly away - Wallace Stevens "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters"

And green vine angering for life - Wallace Stevens "Nomad Exquisite"

For the eye of the young alligator - Wallace Stevens "Nomad Exquisite"

Sleep's faded papier-mache - Wallace Stevens "Not Ideas About the Thing but the Thing Itself"

In the tomb of heaven - Wallace Stevens "Of Heaven Considered as a Tomb"

The galaxies of birth - Wallace Stevens "Of Ideal Time and Choice"

The two worlds are asleep - Wallace Stevens "An Old Man Asleep"

Mechanisms of angelic thought - Wallace Stevens "One of the Inhabitants of the West"

Establishments of wind and light and cloud - Wallace Stevens "One of the Inhabitants of the West"

Insinuations of desire - Wallace Stevens "The Ordinary Women"

Stood in the cool of spent emotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

The dew of old devotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

A breath upon her hand muted the night - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Their lamps' uplifted flame revealed - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

The fitful tracing of a portal - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Their meek breath scenting the cowl of winter - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Plays on the clear viol of her memory - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

And makes a constant sacrament of praise - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Silence of a rat come out to see - Wallace Stevens "The Plain Sense of Things"

And the ripe shrub writhed - Wallace Stevens "The Planet on the Table"

In the poverty of their words - Wallace Stevens "The Planet on the Table"

The wind pours down - Wallace Stevens "Ploughing on Sunday"

Flawed words and stubborn sounds - Wallace Stevens "The Poems of Our Climate"

The imperfect is our paradise - Wallace Stevens "The Poems of Our Climate"

It still is ice - Wallace Stevens "Poesie Abrutie"

The figures of the past - Wallace Stevens "Poesie Abrutie"

The boat was built of stones - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

Glided over the salt-stained water - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

In the enclosures of hypotheses - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

The whole vocabulary of the South - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

A fresh universe out of nothingness - Wallace Stevens "Prologues to What Is Possible"

Obedient to gallant notions - Wallace Stevens "A Quiet Normal Life"

No fury in transcendent forms - Wallace Stevens "A Quiet Normal Life"

That lack the intelligence of trees - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

The folk-lore of each of the senses - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

The river that flows nowhere - Wallace Stevens "The River of Rivers in Connecticut"

Our own motions in a freedom of air - Wallace Stevens "The Rock I: Seventy Years Later"

A cure beyond forgetfulness - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

The pearled chaplet of spring - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

At the end of distances - Wallace Stevens "The Rock II: The Poem as Icon"

The foreign smell of plaster - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A sumac grows on the altar - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

No radiance dead blaze - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

Spread hallucinations on every leaf - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A sacred syllable rising - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"

A mind of winter - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

Must have a mind of winter - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

The junipers shagged with ice - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

The distant glitter of the January sun - Wallace Stevens "The Snow Man"

Without lineage or language - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

Motionless gesture - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

Invisible gesture - Wallace Stevens "So-and-So Reclining on Her Couch"

The angel at the center - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

The sun, the moon and the imagination - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

A second of the self - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

The intelligence of our sleep - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Molten mixings of related things - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Hard revelations - Wallace Stevens "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together"

Geography of the Dead - Wallace Stevens "Somnambulisma"

The ordinariness of seven - Wallace Stevens "Song of Fixed Accord"

Still unconcerned with truth - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"

Distant echo from dead melody - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"

The green freedom of a cockatoo - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The holy hush of ancient sacrifice - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Only in silent shadows and in dreams - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Moods in falling snow - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The bough of summer and the winter branch - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Any old chimera of the grave - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Any haunt of prophecy - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

As April's green endures - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Remembrance of awakened birds - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Death is the mother of beauty - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Leaves of sure obligation on our paths - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Makes the willow shiver in the sun - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

The silken weavings of our afternoons - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

In an old chaos of the sun - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Deer walk upon our mountains - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

And the quail whistle about us - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

In the isolation of the sky - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

Casual flocks of pigeons - Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"

A small part of the pantomime - Wallace Stevens "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

The mood traced in shadow - Wallace Stevens "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

On the threshold of heaven - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Small in the distances of space - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Both in the inch and in the mile - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

The blown banners change to wings - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Dark on the horizons of perception - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Within the ancient circles of shapes - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

A portent on the chair - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Even as the blood of an empire - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Poverty's speech that seeks us out - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

Chosen by an inquisitor of structures - Wallace Stevens "To an Old Philosopher in Rome"

In the distances of sleep - Wallace Stevens "To the Roaring Wind"

Within the thought of the wind - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

The shadow of cloud and cold - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

In a Sunday's violent idleness - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

Discovered the colors of the moon - Wallace Stevens "Two Illustrations That the World Is What You Make of It"

The final fortune of their desire - Wallace Stevens "The World as Meditation"


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At the pale limits of the world - W. Force Stead "The Burden of Babylon"

Miserable sons of meagre soil - W. Force Stead "The Burden of Babylon"

The ceaseless acclamation of the stars - W. Force Stead "The Burden of Babylon"

The apple of the world - W. Force Stead "The Burden of Babylon"

Upon the summit of the world - W. Force Stead "The Burden of Babylon"


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And they cut the naked hand - Robert Louis Stevenson "Christmas at Sea"

Spouting breakers were the only thing a-lee - Robert Louis Stevenson "Christmas at Sea"

All day we hauled the frozen sheets - Robert Louis Stevenson "Christmas at Sea"

Of the shadow on the household - Robert Louis Stevenson "Christmas at Sea"

To be here and hauling frozen ropes - Robert Louis Stevenson "Christmas at Sea"

The true word of welcome was spoken - Robert Louis Stevenson "Home No More Home to Me"

Kind folks of old, you come again no more - Robert Louis Stevenson "Home No More Home to Me"

A shivering pool before the door - Robert Louis Stevenson "The House Beautiful"

The cold glories of the dawn - Robert Louis Stevenson "The House Beautiful"

Here shall the wizard moon ascend - Robert Louis Stevenson "The House Beautiful"

Every fairy wheel and thread - Robert Louis Stevenson "The House Beautiful"

Veins of glory and fire - Robert Louis Stevenson "If This Were Faith"

For the shade of a word - Robert Louis Stevenson "If This Were Faith"

Half of a broken hope - Robert Louis Stevenson "If This Were Faith"

In every tongue and meaning - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: To Ori a Ori"

For fear inhabits the palace - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: I. The Slaying of Tamatea"

In the cords of obedience - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: I. The Slaying of Tamatea"

For the shadow of coming ills - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: I. The Slaying of Tamatea"

Arose in the midst of dreams - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: I. The Slaying of Tamatea"

And the silent armies of death - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Song of Rahero: II. The Venging of Tamatea"

Through empty heaven without repose - Robert Lewis Stevenson "Summer Sun"

Knocked on my sullen heart in vain - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Task of Happiness"

Stab my spirit broad awake - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Task of Happiness"

Before that spirit die - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Task of Happiness"

Rarer songs of gods - Robert Louis Stevenson "To Will. H. Low"

Set shining foot on temple roof - Robert Louis Stevenson "To Will. H. Low"

In comes the playmate that never was seen - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Unseen Playmate" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]

He is a picture you never could draw - Robert Louis Stevenson "The Unseen Playmate" [Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories (ed. by Hamilton Wright Mabie, William Byron Forbush, and Edward Everett Hale). 1927]


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Upon the ridges of her world - L.A.G. Strong "At Punnet's Town"

The singing children of her brain - L.A.G. Strong "At Punnet's Town"

Parrots of the summer sun - L.A.G. Strong "The Bird Man"

The pale flamingoes of the dawn - L.A.G. Strong "The Bird Man"

White silent owls of snow - L.A.G. Strong "The Bird Man"

The blue and silver herons of the moon - L.A.G. Strong "The Bird Man"

To challenge my path in the heavens - L.A.G. Strong "Dallington"

Chanting insistent in his brain - L.A.G. Strong "Eena-Mena-Mina-Mo"

Knows how the count will fall - L.A.G. Strong "Eena-Mena-Mina-Mo"

Turns to the last game of all - L.A.G. Strong "Eena-Mena-Mina-Mo"

Up stairs of orchard foam - L.A.G. Strong "In the Garden"

Strong from newer honey - L.A.G. Strong "In the Garden"


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How he hides in the hexagons of bees - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

Drought that wrings its leather hands above the world - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

Quiet minutes that leave only thoughts of rain - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

An atom is working in deepest night - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

Across the field where yarrow was and now is dust - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

From that sky where sorrow swirls - Susan Stewart "Let me tell you about my marvelous god"

Thinking we belong to the sky - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"

Like a sudden waking - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"

From the guilt of its release - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"

So fearless, so abstract - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"

Find a name scrawled in the bark - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"

Sources of power and regret - Susan Stewart "Poem from Holderlin"


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All the iron years - M. Letitia Stockett "At Eventide"

The splendour of the trampling sea - M. Letitia Stockett "At the Symphony"

Sleep beneath a thorn - M. Letitia Stockett "Free"

My thicket yields a rose - M. Letitia Stockett "Free"

The patterns of the trees - M. Letitia Stockett "The Pool"

Breaks the design at will - M. Letitia Stockett "The Pool"

Drowned in the pool of grief - M. Letitia Stockett "The Pool"

In summer's poppied heat - M. Letitia Stockett "Sacrament"

Through sun and singing pain - M. Letitia Stockett "Sacrament"

Slid into the sea of sleep - M. Letitia Stockett "Sleep"

Left my dusty self upon the sand - M. Letitia Stockett "Sleep"

Rose out of the dark tide - M. Letitia Stockett "Sleep"

That grey, ancient sea of sleep - M. Letitia Stockett "Sleep"

Faint as a muted violin - M. Letitia Stockett "Sounds"

A melody made up of rain - M. Letitia Stockett "Sounds"

The truth hid in a well - M. Letitia Stockett "Truth in a Well"


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Deformed by symmetry - Bianca Stone "All the Single Mothers"

In the dim alcoves of grief - Bianca Stone "A Brief Topography of the MSCOG"

Applied her passion like a hot iron sword - Bianca Stone "Emily Dickinson"

In a tantrum and tempest - Bianca Stone "The Murder"

To beg the strong winds - Bianca Stone "The Murder"

The tremor of spring rain - Bianca Stone "The Murder"


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That steel is more than gold - E. Sutton "The Bugle"

But uncherished would decay - E. Sutton "The Bugle"

When the twilight stars are born - E. Sutton "The Bugle"

There's an echo shakes the valley - E. Sutton "The Drum"

Through the shadows gray and umber - E. Sutton "The Drum"

These Lords of dreadful revelries - E. Sutton "The Drum"

To confound the earth and sky - E. Sutton "The Drum"

All the jewel-names of song - E. Sutton "The Pipes of the North"


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Magnify the longings of the mind - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 2: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The altar where I've poured myself out - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 3: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

As a seashell spawns a pearl - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 5: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Freely concede the game - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 6: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Squeezing drops from many moons - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 6: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Hide in sidelong glances - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 6: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Drinking of moonbeam pollen - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 10: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The gem in a cobra's hood - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 12: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Each word pouring deathless nectar - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 13: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Mirrors the harsh, round sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 16: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Bumblebees buzzing inside a lotus - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 16: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To quaff down a forest fire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 18: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

A cobra drawn in charcoal - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 18: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Of eyes parched with desire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 20: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Medicine to cancel the fever - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 20: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Your rituals of sacrifice - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 29: Krishna Growing Up" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Radiate an amazing cloud of bees - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 33: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

And all the ganders flee - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 35: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Another offering for the fire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 36: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Obtained a new immortal nectar - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 38: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Making us drink octaves of sound - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 38: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

By amassing a heap of glass - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 40: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

My heart is dyed a color so deep - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 44: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Refuse to accept constraint - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 45: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Burn in the fire of separation - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 45: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The pleasures of ambrosial words - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 46: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

With winsome looks and twisted glances - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 47: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

That forces Love himself to dance - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 47: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The object of Shiva's daily regimen - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 47: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Reflected in the sapphire mirror - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 51: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Surpass by far the orbit of autumn lotuses - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 53: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Attain the boundary of his brilliance - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 54: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Fathom that mine of every bliss - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 54: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Neither keeps to its side of the line - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 54: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Gone wandering with my eyes - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 56: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Flown off to the winds - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 56: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

As a root would wither without rain - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 56: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

An owl dazzled by a brilliant light - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 60: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Butter to blacken the family name - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 61: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Brandishing flowerbuds of desire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 64: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Monarch of all three worlds - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 64: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

And abandon all this cleverness - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 68: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Never to measure its full depth - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 71: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The addiction of those eyes - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 73: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Close them behind eyelid doors - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 74: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The staff of beauty and the clothes of pride - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 75: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

These two eyes are very nimble thieves - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 78: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Lulled by his flute's sweet sound - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 78: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Without any payment they are sold - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 79: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Just as the color of water is fixed - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 82: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Armies of bees depart, dejected - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 84: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Where eternal poison has settled - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 84: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Pirated the redness of the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 84: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The pearls in the part of her hair - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 85: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

A pair of suns in full array - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 85: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Announce your passion to the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 90: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Fooled into pecking at millet grains - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 95: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Crimson from your all-night vigil - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 96: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Sliver-moons seen between the waves - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 99: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

A swarm of restless baby bees - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 101: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

In a courtyard of emeralds and pearls - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 101: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Crowned with all their moons - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 106: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Shredded his garments' edges - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 106: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Recalls the enemy of the deer - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 107: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Of foes who lift great mountains - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 107: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Dancing like a peacock in the woods - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 109: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

When night removes the brilliance of the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 110: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To install anger on the ramparts - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 111: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Flashes with an anger a thousand times brighter - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 115: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

All the immortals drink from the moon - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 119: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Only to someone worthy of trust - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 119: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Held the letter to their breast - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 123: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

That knife of sharp separation - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 124: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

What can a wordless cobra do - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 131: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Such coarse, arid words - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 132: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Fresh milk from a cup of leaves - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 132: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Who consorts with cheating hearts - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 139: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Dealing with walls being built on straw - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 139: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Urge on us something alien - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 140: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Our stock of tears is vanishing - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 141: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Pierced by the arrows of separation - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 144: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Scorched by the fire of separation - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 145: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Wounded by a double pain - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 148: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Set wisdom beyond my reach - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 148: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Appears in the raiment of kings - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 150: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

My eyes are dying of thirst - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 152: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Can't be contained by walls of sand - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 158: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Maddened by the winds of estrangement - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 160: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Cleverness in finely powdered form - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 161: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

While the sun is nothing but a foe - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 165: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The burning of this forest fire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 169: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Spend my time rehearsing everything - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 171: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

If I'd known you'd break your word - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 172: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Come to bind us with a tourniquet - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 175: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To pour his mantras on our heads - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 175: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Immersed in hopes of you - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 176: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Embellished with a nectar-dewdrop net - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 177: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The winds of our sighs speed the flow - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 178: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Floods the earth of our chests - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 178: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

That's our upside-down fate - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 178: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Lost to the assault of winter snows - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 179: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Rest perilously on the bank of time - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 180: The Bee Messenger" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Crows have usurped the role of swans - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 181: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

A restless jackal is after the sacrifice - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 181 : Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Mount your chariot quickly - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 181: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

What insult is good enough - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 184: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Seething always with passion and pride - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 184: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Caught in many tangles - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 184: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Seized by some restless new desire - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 184: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

That kinsman to the wretched - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 186: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Shaped themselves into a strange string of eons - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 188: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Free my thoughts from this tangle - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 188: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The dust from his chariot wheels - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 189: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The magic that's enthralled the world - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 192: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Reigns over all the earth - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 194 : Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Desperately fleeing this frame - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 195: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Taught you the art of deceit - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 196: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To every compass point and corner - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 200: Lordly Encounters-- and Others" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Recall him in times of distress - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 202: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

As witnessed by sages and gods - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 202: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

From the crocodile's grasp - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 202: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To disperse his subjects' many fears - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 202: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Burns away the trials of the true - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 204: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

A fixed abode in the stars - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 205: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Breathed by the snake of time - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 206: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Leave only remorse in your hands - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 207: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Bound as I was in the snare of Time - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 209: The Poet's Petition and Praise 209" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Sifting the dust of road - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 210: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

An immovable mountain of error - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 212: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Capped with a fortress full of fear - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 212: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

My three claims for mercy - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 212: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Through the torture of water and blood - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 214: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

To feed on a hundred sins - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 214: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Suffering the spear of life - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 214: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The merciless axe of time - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 214: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Deer being mesmerized by a sound - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 218: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Every nuance hidden deep within - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 219: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Bear the barbs of ridicule - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 220: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Freed the elephant from his curse - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 221: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

In the fathomless waters of being - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 223: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

An owl refuses to believe in the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 223: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The lion who peers down the well - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 224: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

An elephant mirrored in a slab of quartz - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 224: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Drinking the liquor of the senses - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 225: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The happy clatter of little goslings - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 225: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

The burdens of earth disappear - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 227: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Can turn your gold to glass - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 230: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Return and dance to this world's tune - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 230: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley

Got a miser's beneficence - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 233: The Poet's Petition and Praise" transl. by John Stratton Hawley


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Using all the tides of starlight - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

We find vicissitude is our charm - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

Carry the leafing jade smoke of willows - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

The tremor when waves start to slide back in - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

Looping out into the world, we thread and return - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

Giving shape to what is unspoken - Arthur Sze "At the Equinox"

The blue-black mountains are etched with ice - Arthur Sze "The Chance"

The mind travels at the speed of light - Arthur Sze "The Chance"

Even if the darkness precedes and follows us - Arthur Sze "The Chance"

Rotating an invisible globe - Arthur Sze "Cloud Hands"

The music of sycamore leaves - Arthur Sze "Cloud Hands"

First silence, then reverberating sound - Arthur Sze "Comet Hyakutake"

Invisible pages in an invisible book with invisible ink - Arthur Sze "Comet Hyakutake"

Read the ion tracks from the orchard - Arthur Sze "Comet Hyakutake"

The interval between lightning and thunder - Arthur Sze "Crisscross"

The chasm between what I envision and what I do - Arthur Sze "Crisscross"

To accelerate along different trajectories - Arthur Sze "Doppler Effect"

The aspirations of a minute - Arthur Sze "The Far Norway Pines"

Constructed an aqueduct of dreams - Arthur Sze "First Snow"

But you just borrow these things - Arthur Sze "First Snow"

Starlight behind daylight - Arthur Sze "First Snow"

Scattered husks of silence - Arthur Sze "The Glass Constellation"

Time brims at this threshold - Arthur Sze "The Glass Constellation"

The magnetic lines of the moment - Arthur Sze "The Glass Constellation"

The vortex of the white page - Arthur Sze "The Glass Constellation"

And hunt you in your dreams - Arthur Sze "Jaguar Song"

If you destroy my species I will shape-shift and hunt you - Arthur Sze "Jaguar Song"

Will never comprehend the twin nights in my eyes - Arthur Sze "Jaguar Song"

The creature who smells your darkest thoughts - Arthur Sze "Jaguar Song"

The dare and thrill of bliss - Arthur Sze "Lichen Song"

Blessed with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar - Arthur Sze "Looking Back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe"

Fires crackling in jagged lines - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

Out of which all waves rise and fall - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

Whose last branch failed to leaf - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

Shadows of candles flickering red - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

Gather wild irises out of the air - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

Not a shred of cloud - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"

The origin point of a meteor - Arthur Sze "The Radiant's"

Stepping through a lava tub - Arthur Sze "The Radiant's"

Desire branches like mycelium - Arthur Sze "The Radiant's"

A blade against the ribbon of desire - Arthur Sze "Rock Paper Scissors"

Pull an invisible thread through - Arthur Sze "Rock Paper Scissors"

How I balance silence with thunder - Arthur Sze "Salt Song"

The gold run of cottonwoods through the city - Arthur Sze "Scintillant"

Alive to their shapes we are nourished - Arthur Sze "The Shapes of Leaves"

The expanse and contours of grief - Arthur Sze "The Shapes of Leaves"

With a networld of branching gravel roads - Arthur Sze "The Shapes of Leaves"

Along the contours of leaves that have no name - Arthur Sze "The Shapes of Leaves"

Pleasure in the veins of a sugar maple - Arthur Sze "The Shapes of Leaves"

Step deeper into myself - Arthur Sze "Sight Lines"

This quirky and lashing stillness of form - Arthur Sze "Slanting Light"

And what if Death eats a few pomegranate seeds? - Arthur Sze "Slanting Light"

Touch comes before sight - Arthur Sze "Sleepers"

Not tied to our bodies' weight - Arthur Sze "Sleepers"

Nine ravens perched in the elm sway in the wind - Arthur Sze "Spring Snow"

At the edge of loss - Arthur Sze "Stilling to North"

The imperfections that mark you - Arthur Sze "Stilling to North"

The unrepeatable contour of this breath - Arthur Sze "Transfigurations"

Traverse an infinite set of paths - Arthur Sze "Traversal"

Will always bear the beauty of chance - Arthur Sze "Under a Rising Moon"

Tracks of moonlight run ahead - Arthur Sze "Under a Rising Moon"

Sensed us watching from a glass hallway - Arthur Sze "Unpacking a Globe"

A coyote trotted across my headlights - Arthur Sze "Unpacking a Globe"

And draw the wax of the world - Arthur Sze "Water Calligraphy"

No mistakes will last - Arthur Sze "Water Calligraphy"

If all time converges - Arthur Sze "Water Calligraphy"

As emotion curves space - Arthur Sze "Water Calligraphy"

That arcs beyond the visible - Arthur Sze "Water Calligraphy"

As a full moon lifts against an ocean of sky - Arthur Sze "White Sands"

Flicker in the tide of darkness - Arthur Sze "Xeriscape"

Know the influx of afternoon clouds - Arthur Sze "Xeriscape"

That evaporate before they strike - Arthur Sze "Xeriscape"


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A ray from bygone glory o'er its ruin cast - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Known alike of peer and peasant - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Lurks no ghost behind the arras - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Morning wakes its household noises - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Hearts, by other loves supplanted - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

That once its precincts haunted - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Only my sad heart remembers - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

Shadows pace the garden alleys - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

The sunlit waters gleaming golden at their feet - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

When I stretch my hands in greeting - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

As beams of morning banish visions of the night - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "The Old Home" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.746, 13 April 1878]

When the early dewdrops glisten - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.117-v.III, 27 March 1886]

The woodlands stand forlorn - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.117-v.III, 27 March 1886]

Nor fret with aught of earthly grief - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.117-v.III, 27 March 1886]

His playmates on the plains of Paradise - J.I.L. [June I. Stewart] "Parted" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.117-v.III, 27 March 1886]


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Have you woken the sleeping thunder and taken it unaware? - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Come on the storm as a wild beast crouching - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Ridden the wind as a riotous charger - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

I have bridled the wild East Wind - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Caught at the meteor's sparks in passing - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Glimmering wings of silver and unconquerable speed - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

That dwell in the heavens in a palace of cloud and air - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Dwelt like a new Odysseus with the sirens of the air - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Watched Diana's disrobing after her reign as queen - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

The sailor of the heavens, and the Viking of the gale - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

I wish that I might tell you fables blithe - Vita Sackville-West "Ariane"

The dim uncertain music in the shadows played - V. Sackville-West "The Banquet"

Might hide my treasures with the squirrels - Vita Sackville-West "Beechwoods at Knole"

Candid passion lit you like a flame - Vita Sackville-West "Before and After: After"

Striving on against the countering air - Vita Sackville-West "Before and After: After"

One side in the shadow, one in vivid heat - V. Sackville-West "Convalescence"

My mind cannot reach to your mind - Vita Sackville-West "Dissonance"

Come under washed void skies - Vita Sackville-West "Dissonance"

From this den where falsehood reigns - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

For roads of freedom and for ships of song - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

Beyond the doors the night awaits - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

Seeing for jeopardies that he might tame - Vita Sackville-West "A Fallen Soldier"

Mirth of little birds in coppices and corn - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

With the winds of heaven at your heels - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

That leap and sparkle 'mid the din of wheels - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Streets of cities threatening the sky - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

A needle's eye to thread the river through - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Suddenly certain after doubting years - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Bending the winter to the needs of spring - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

The soft air winnowing the thistledown - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

Freedom I drank for my delirious wine - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

Brooding winter rich with summer's wealth - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

The murmurous diapason of the dark - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

That leaves should spring from sacrifice of leaves - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

Whisper me all the secrets of the sap - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

I'll fill your heaven with many coloured moons - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

And hang such variable tides upon them - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

I'll summon a great conclave of the comets - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

Law that chains her anger to an irksome orbit - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

With the quick magic of significance - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

That from all such trammels I were free - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Hindered no more by quagmires - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

With an energy controlled and fierce - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Sink to the clasp of siren foes again - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Paid the reckoning that followed after - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

With smaller grudge to justice - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Ask no alms when ills betide - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Of your journey's end I have no knowing - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Travel a little distance by my side - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Rowelled by desperate spur along the way - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

If lonely spirit cross another - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Convention's shrewd Bacchante - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Yield to the senses' feverish anodyne - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

A God's intention, void, sublime, or strange - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Where the sweeping shadow curves its girth - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Within night's darkened temple cowled - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The desperate clutch of fingers that feel the moment slipping - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

But sought small solaces unclean - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Neither knew fasting nor feasting - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The silk pavilioned bed of Aphrodite - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Woodland hardihood of Artemis - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Upon the spinning coin's fantastic turn - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Who count the moneyed value of your soul - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Dip contempt's broad ladle for a measure - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Lest I accept reprieve in such a guise - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The consummation of our difficult dreams - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Sons of the gods, fosterlings of Zeus - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

This was my epic and my company - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Until your mood wearied of saga - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Woke both melancholy pomp and folly - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Negligently shrewd and empty in their chatter - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Judicious likewise, flattering their mood - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

A spring of storms - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Darkness and silence knotted to suspense - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

A sword over the low horizon - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Broke his anger to a thousand shards - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Follows the pricked revolving sky - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

To him the dawn is punctual - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

In its talons the striking snake - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Exalted, deathly, silent, and alone - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Life's little lantern between dark and dark - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Will sing no songs of bounty - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Only the battle between man and earth - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

A tangle nets and trips his steps - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Love and hate braided in mutual need - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

And make soft captives of my wrists - Vita Sackville-West "Mad"

All among the iris and the meadow-sweet - Vita Sackville-West "Mad"

Her step on the upland tracks forlorn - Vita Sackville-West "Mariana in the North"

The only voice which endures to mourn - Vita Sackville-West "Mariana in the North"

Flamboyant hopes and lovely rainbow griefs - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Lies victim to the poppy-bell - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

How tender Grief and laughing Joy strove for possession - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Strode in strength and conquest on the earth - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

For songs of freedom all among the stars - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Circle beyond the reach of lifted arms - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Deeds beyond the scope of life's alarms - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

When dreams and visions in their legions fly - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Robed and crowned with streaming flames - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Caught the fringe upon the robe of truth - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Strikes at the clanging anvil of his thought - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Hamadryad of the sculpted oak - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

And turned her dubious glances wide - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

The wayward spirit of a pagan tree - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

Her branches mirrored in the forest pool - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

Beyond the threshold she might never pass - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

With the kestrels shared the cleanly day - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen of satin water - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Her temper by the contest proved and whetted - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Her lofty spars reared to a ragged heaven sown with stars - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

The encircling roar of angry nations foaming into war - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Couth and bitter as flames - Vita Sackville-West "A Saxon Song"

False smiles with the little sharp word in between - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Those in the by-paths of vagrancy - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Ragged and feckless and young - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Hand in hand upon the heights - V. Sackville-West "Song: Let Us Go Back"

Enchantment round each hidden bend - V. Sackville-West "Song: Let Us Go Back"

A random bird, Harlequin on breast and wing - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Followed all that onward fled - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Straight the pathway you forsook - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Sat among the shadows lost - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

That he was in that room a ghost - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

The moon climbing the dome of night - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

Companioned by his secret fate - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

Sweet Time, that pilfers all my precious years - Vita Sackville-West "Sweet Time"

Strives unguided towards indefinite ends - V. Sackville-West "To a Poet Whose Verses I Had Read"

Because I knew you fickle as the flame - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve"

Whose halls stood full of light and resonance - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve"

With their diamond rain to hang in light - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Dropped shivered arrows to the ground - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

From the belfries of the earth - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Listless banners at the breeze of mirth - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Could not know our true and deep farewell - V. Sackville-West "To Knole"

Speech of tragic meshes knotted with her name - Vita Sackville-West "Trio"

Souls bared through enmity - Vita Sackville-West "Trio"


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No sturdy coils nor clanking chains - Clarence Victor Stahl "Ambition"

The coinage of bright pearls and rubies - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Bar of Science"

Benisons that come from the tempest - Clarence Victor Stahl "Blessings in Disguise"

Strung my proud harp to the wave - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Chord Unsung"

And tumble zig-zag down - Clarence Victor Stahl "Enmity"

Sparkle in their dazzling revelries - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Flowerets' Communion"

Proud child of fortune - Clarence Victor Stahl "Inspiration"

Quench ten thousand Stygian thirsts - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Oasis"

No prouder than the crow - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Oriole"

Through an avalanche of hopes - Clarence Victor Stahl "Push Onward"

Ahead a rose wreathed laurel - Clarence Victor Stahl "Push Onward"

Put my riddle to the flying breeze - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Riddle of Life"

The grief from sorrow's bitter cup - Clarence Victor Stahl "Sing It"

How untuned your lyre - Clarence Victor Stahl "Sing It"

That may fill out life's score - Clarence Victor Stahl "Sing It"

To scorn the perilous blue - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Sinking of the Titanic"

The toll of ill-starred voyagers - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Sinking of the Titanic"

Of that leviathan so rare - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Sinking of the Titanic"

Above the darkening drawbridge - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Sinking of the Titanic"

And shake the monarchs of the world - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Spirit of War"

Outtop the blue-ribbed sky - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Spirit of War"

And Mars requites me for my pain - Clarence Victor Stahl "The Spirit of War"


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With our bungled furies and crushes - Ira Sadoff "Biographical Sketch"

Penning his own requiem - Ira Sadoff "Biographical Sketch"

Still see trees as moral lessons - Ira Sadoff "February"

A few surprising turns follow us everywhere - Ira Sadoff "A Few Surprising Turns"

The necessary codes and gestures - Ira Sadoff "A Few Surprising Turns"

Governed by fill in the blank - Ira Sadoff "A Few Surprising Turns"

The cover of the universe - Ira Sadoff "A Few Surprising Turns"

Salt rubbed out with a handkerchief - Ira Sadoff "A Few Surprising Turns"

Blessed with a few gusts of wind - Ira Sadoff "Ithaca"

Launched them like paper boats - Ira Sadoff "My First Roses"

Two generations in a single summer - Ira Sadoff "My First Roses"

Spider webs she read as signs - Ira Sadoff "My Mother's Funeral"

I don't remember the whippoorwill - Ida Sadoff "Oklahoma City: The Aftermath"

The many selves I had - Ira Sadoff "Old Selves"

Time for amnesiacs to play - Ida Sadoff "On the Day of Nixon's Funeral"

A receptacle for acrimony and rage - Ida Sadoff "On the Day of Nixon's Funeral"

My loyal friend, the house wren - Ira Sadoff "Once I Could Say"

A patter shaking the tamarind pod - Ira Sadoff "Once I Could Say"

After the sparrow and the spaniel - Ira Sadoff "Self-Portrait"

Trying to decide who I am today - Ira Sadoff "Self-Portrait"

Trying on something discarded - Ira Sadoff "Self-Portrait"

An open window in February - Ira Sadoff "Self-Portrait"

Before I undress another thought - Ira Sadoff "Self-Portrait"

A petrified fleck of partridge - Ira Sadoff "The Soul"

What St. Francis called a mystery - Ira Sadoff "The Soul"


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The heaving of our doubtful breath - George Santayana "Athletic Ode"

Too high for honouring mirth - George Santayana "Athletic Ode"

Intoxication in this air - George Santayana "Athletic Ode"

Wears a rainbow for a crown - George Santayana "Athletic Ode"

Scorched by the sky's inexorable zeal - George Santayana "Avila"

Unmindful of the mocking hours - George Santayana "Avila"

Twenty temples in a granite crown - George Santayana "Avila"

The sad trophies of my spirit - George Santayana "Avila"

The smiling and inhuman stars - George Santayana "Avila"

Curfew for the long departed - George Santayana "Avila"

Has cast me on a tide of time - George Santayana "Avila"

The sorrows of the barren year - George Santayana "Avila"

Brightens the galaxy of sister stones - George Santayana "Avila"

Orbs that move in many rings - George Santayana "Avila"

Vessels full of precious liquor - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

Standing in their brave array - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

When the heart's a trifle dry - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

When once the dregs are emptied - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

The proud glories that entice us - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

The blood of nature's spilling - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

Searches through the mazes of desire - George Santayana "The Bottles and the Wine"

And the belated moor refilled her sphere - George Santayana "Cathedrals by the Sea"

Devoutly mended her wasted taper - George Santayana "Cathedrals by the Sea"

The sullen diapason of the sea - George Santayana "Cathedrals by the Sea"

The winter of Puritan snows - George Santayana "Fair Harvard"

A truth that is builded on doubt - George Santayana "Fair Harvard"

Dwell mid the currents of time - George Santayana "Fair Harvard"

All David might shout to his harp - George Santayana "Fair Harvard"

Subtle hands betray their power - George Santayana "Futility"

For there are snares in sleep - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

The treacherous glens are full of imps - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

Galleys waiting for the gale - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

To gallop with me into yawning hell - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

The heavy heritage of Adam - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

Looks with strange horror on her own abyss - George Santayana "A Hermit of Carmel"

Frail echo of some ancient sacred joy - George Santayana "In Grantchester Meadows"

Rapt Isaiah strikes the heavenly lyre - George Santayana "King's College Chapel"

And Jeremiah mourns Jerusalem - George Santayana "King's College Chapel"

A thousand leagues of silence roll - George Santayana "Midnight"

The stone endures in silence - George Santayana "Mont Brevent"

Upturns its furrowed visage - George Santayana "Mont Brevent"

Larger planets swim the liquid zone - George Santayana "Mont Brevent"

A thousand times that mirrored glory fled - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

Hunger turned the very stones to food - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

What unearthly spell returns - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

Idomitable hope or vain derision - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

And blaspheme worshipping still - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

Out of the maddening chalice of a dream - George Santayana "Odi et Amo"

The sweetness of the mind's control - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

Stung with immortal wrath and doomed to weep - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

The false deeps of all the soul are sand - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

The loose rivets of the spirit clay - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

They who wrought wonders by the Nile - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

Bequeathing their immortal part to us - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

Pan's wild music pulsing through the grove - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

The Delphic sibyl in her cave - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

With barren husks and harvesting of dreams - George Santayana "On an Unfinished Statue"

A thick fume of kerosene - George Santayana "The Poetic Medium"

The echoes of our earthly jars - George Santayana "The Poetic Medium"

The petted passion and the shallow dream - George Santayana "The Poetic Medium"

Bright lyrics at a cent a yard - George Santayana "The Poetic Medium"

Of unreason weave a maze of rhyme - George Santayana "The Poetic Medium"

An unknown love enchants our solitude - George Santayana "Premonition"

Wear the garment of its sorrow - George Santayana "Premonition"

Too coarse for Nature's fingers - George Santayana "Premonition"

The harsh tremor that among them lingers - George Santayana "Premonition"

Lightning through the storm of ages - George Santayana "Premonition"

Trouble stalked beneath the sky - George Santayana "Resurrection"

The soul's garden you have weeded - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

Dead things are not my science - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

And the cost of unearned bread - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

Sets up knaves and murders kings - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

To taste the sweet and bitter fruits of earth - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

To the utmost stretch the tether - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"

As if the dregs were bitter - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"


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With the fairies in chalice of flowers - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

When storm it enthrones - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

And caverns resounding in solitude - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

Soared to the portals of Heaven - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

No harp on the heavenly plains - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

While shining so brilliant on high - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

Would be borne to Elysium's field - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

The heart fraught with sympathies - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

Where pure seraphs shine - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

Burst from all species of chains - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"

Exulting on fetterless wing - Miss M. Sawin "Jenny Lind"


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Suggest the uses of paint thinner - James Marcus Schuyler "April"

The net they cast upon the wind - James Marcus Schuyler "April"

The magnolias open their goblets up - James Marcus Schuyler "April"

And stars a freight train passing - James Marcus Schuyler "Poem [This beauty that I see]"

Collects dry leaves in pools and pockets - James Marcus Schuyler "Poem [This beauty that I see]"

The wind tears up the sun - James Marcus Schuyler "Poem [The wind tears up the sun]"

Not less though shorter lived - James Marcus Schuyler "Poem [The wind tears up the sun]"

Salvaged buttons off vanished dresses - James Marcus Schuyler "A Poem [Tags of songs]"

More a lilac in the rain than a crocus - James Marcus Schuyler "A Poem [Tags of songs]"


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Blithe as a merry morn - E.M. Smith-Dampier "Ballad of London Town"

The deer to the hills so free - E.M. Smith-Dampier "Ballad of London Town"

Echoes to the watchman's feet - E.M. Smith-Dampier "Ballad of the Traitor's Head"

Ten thousand tears all shed in vain - E.M. Smith-Dampier "Ballad of the Traitor's Head"

All under a bush of broom - E.M. Smith-Dampier "The Riding of the Shee"

A breeze in the whispering fern - E.M. Smith-Dampier "The Riding of the Shee"


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Gave you a mug of warm wine - Richard Scott "dem bones"

Dazzling as a piece of raw peridot - Richard Scott "Peridot"

Grass stains and beach glass - Richard Scott "Peridot"

Lime cordial, molten peridot - Richard Scott "Peridot"

Pear-green and freckled sky - Richard Scott "Peridot"

Fission-green flaw deep within - Richard Scott "Peridot"

To recover some peridot shard - Richard Scott "Peridot"

This lapidary of broken things - Richard Scott "Peridot"

I can only translate what is already here - Richard Scott "Peridot"

Luminously bonded to my past - Richard Scott "Peridot"


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Frail decoy to merit myriad-hued - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems I"

Glimpses of a banished Heaven - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems I"

Fashioned from the mirror of the soul - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems II"

Beneath the inward fire sinks down - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems II"

Rivers leaping into dazzling light - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems V"

Faint tints of long delicious light - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems V"

The treasures of unmeasured space - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems VI"

A thousand pathways in one spot resulting - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems VI"

Usurps the walks of tired duty - Charles Seabridge "Connected Poems VII"


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Eyes full of himself - Lisa Sewell "King Lear"

Done in with conspiracy and murder - Lisa Sewell "King Lear"

Kept me at the surface of thoughts - Lisa Sewell "The Land of Nod"

Pulling her down to that rocky undertow - Lisa Sewell "The Land of Nod"

Wiped out the syntax of explanation and inquiry - Lisa Sewell "The Land of Nod"

A mosquito stain between the pages of your book - Lisa Sewell "Letter from a Haunted Room"

The stark unholy flow through veins - Lisa Sewell "Letter from a Haunted Room"

Don't mistake anatomy for emotion - Lisa Sewell "Letter from a Haunted Room"

A stand of hawthorns blocking my view - Lisa Sewell "Letter from a Haunted Room"


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He dearly loves the broken heart - Mary Dana Shindler "The Bended Knee"

Chiefest among ten thousand charms - Mary Dana Shindler "Chiefest Among Ten Thousand and Altogether Lovely"

Bound me with the cords of love - Mary Dana Shindler "Chastening, a Proof of Love"

In his garden I was sleeping - Mary Dana Shindler "Chastening, a Proof of Love"

With the richest love he feeds me - Mary Dana Shindler "Chastening, a Proof of Love"


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Free from the fetters of Karma - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

The darkness of the three worlds - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Rejoice in its gladdening light - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

And the threefold choir of sages - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

The virtue of this light - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Sun and moon are lost in the ocean - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

In whom all strengths are equal - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

That they may sow the seeds of merit - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

The jewel groves and gem trees - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Melody in pure and ordered unison - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

With five-fold strains of harmony - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

With its waters of eightfold Virtue - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

With single heart give praises - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

For this is the fruit of doubting - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Transitory doorways unto the Truth - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

In a seven-walled prison - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Clear and enduring as a diamond - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

As the shadow follows its substance - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe

Where pleasures are collected - Shinran Shonin "Buddhist Psalms" transl. by L. Adams Beck and S. Yamabe


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Reappear in silent symphonic gestures - Cedar Sigo "Arsenal 4"

Hemming us in with a cloak of mosses - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

The orchestration needs tufts of black shadow - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Incidental notes to weigh it down - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Formed kingdoms at the foot of a vanishing stone - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Corrupt a landscape through the planting of foreign flowers - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

No such shock knit within terror - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

We will not be robbed of continuum - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

According to demands left in the music - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Uncovering the dictates of graven line - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Allowing ourselves the present moment - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Reimagining can take place at the root of time - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

We convert the elements as a matter of course - Cedar Sigo "Close-Knit Flower Sack"

Sinking to autumnal atlantean shade - Cedar Sigo "Green Rainbow Song"

Dry spells flooded with demand - Cedar Sigo "Like Stride"

Whiskey texting back dimension - Cedar Sigo "Like Stride"

Romancing the edge of an echo - Cedar Sigo "On Strings of Blue"

Venting in the pit of heaven - Cedar Sigo "Panels for the Walls"

In the edges before they join - Cedar Sigo "Struggle Itself"

Endless harping on strings of rain - Cedar Sigo "Verlaine Blues"


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Camouflaged as a vodka ad - Philip Schultz "Aardvarks"

Practicing the Zen art of vanishing - Philip Schultz "At the Manhattan Social Security Office"

Edible only by the imagination - Philip Schultz "Cakes"

Her theater of absurd desserts - Philip Schultz "Cakes"

King of nightmare and responsibility - Philip Schultz "Enthrallment"

The history of tunes sung from the abyss - Philip Schultz "Enthrallment"

Unafraid and willing to perform miracles - Philip Schultz "Enthrallment"

Sculptures made out of railroad tracks - Philip Schultz "Googling Ourselves"

Why Nietzsche sought his soul's sympathy - Philip Schultz "Googling Ourselves"

Spitting against the wind - Philip Schultz "Googling Ourselves"

The significant silence of empty mansions - Philip Schultz "Greed"

One donation and the right peach - Philip Schultz "IGA"

Desire and regret live side by side - Philip Schultz "A Moment"

Designed to forestall malignancy - Philip Schultz "A Moment"

A reality without windows or doors - Philip Schultz "A Moment"

Spools of biblical jazz - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Makes the floor weep and the ceiling grieve - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Each word a dark psalm - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

The ice cream parlor Osiris - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Stray dogs and chickens roam obsolete highways - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Spraying black plumes across the blockaded sunset - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Hauling their bereaved wonderment - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Rituals of resignation and refinement - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

The rhapsodic seep and spray of sea grasses - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

And clouds perform dream symphonies - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

The raucous applause of the waves - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

Penelope, who usurps and dishonors nothing - Philip Schultz "Luxury: One"

To distinguish between misery and nothingness - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Two"

A descendant of Sisyphus on his father's side - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Two"

A lush, unsolvable labyrinth leading deeper into ambiguity - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Two"

A grammar of sorrow and intuitive echoes - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Two"

Taste the gladness of his strawberry ice cream - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Two"

At the center of a pause - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

Museums of the exaggerated self - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

Ciphers equally temporal and mystified - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

What Abraham was rich in - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

Outcomes and aftermaths without resolution - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

A destination no longer on maps - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

The dissonance of unbridled wind - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Three"

Forged out water, woods and stubborn skies - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Each wayward and obliging fantasy - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

A revolutionary of sundered words - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Overthrowing the governing principles of the forlorn - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Anchored by the dark anvil of death - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Inside this labyrinth of hot light - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Questions about guilt, satisfaction and lunch - Philip Schultz "Luxury: Four"

Already eclipsed by time - Philip Schultz "Sacrifice"

With ancient grievances and souring schemes - Philip Schultz "Sadness"

Learning to hide inside art's ecstatic parentheses - Philip Schultz "Welcome to the Springs"

A silky frenzy steeps the wetlands - Philip Schultz "Welcome to the Springs"

The loquacious silence of the dunes - Philip Schultz "Welcome to the Springs"


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The close-mouthed tantrum of her fevers - Safiya Sinclair "A Bell, Still Unrung"

A smoke of weeping silver - Safiya Sinclair "A Bell, Still Unrung"

In her nest a lone grenade - Safiya Sinclair "A Bell, Still Unrung"

The meek inherit nothing - Safiya Sinclair "Center of the World"

God in his tattered coat - Safiya Sinclair "Center of the World"

Have shorn your golden fleece - Safiya Sinclair "Center of the World"

A towering sphinx roams the garden - Safiya Sinclair "Center of the World"

The surf rewrites our silences - Safiya Sinclair "Hands"

A dark page I am trying to turn - Safiya Sinclair "Hands"

Each day orphaned in the tide - Safiya Sinclair "Hands"

Her anchor of a heart reaching - Safiya Sinclair "Hands"

Dread the harpy's song - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

My dead tooth unmaking the veil - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Smoke of black clouds heralding - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

My constant banner of dread - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Dangling his guillotine of dread - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Nursed dark by decades of dread - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Recoiled at my knotted thorns of dread - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Born of nothing but salt-air - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"

Comes slippery on ordinary days - Safiya Sinclair "Sophia the Robot Contemplates Beauty"

The uncertainty of pleasure - Safiya Sinclair "Sophia the Robot Contemplates Beauty"


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A blueprint of history in my head - Tom Sleigh "Blueprint"

Whose illusions were bearable - Tom Sleigh "Blueprint"

That the dream couldn't remember - Tom Sleigh "Face"

Hiding from the sniper's crosshairs - Tom Sleigh "For a Libyan Militia Member"

Scar tissue's calligraphy writes on his body - Tom Sleigh "For a Libyan Militia Member"

Who strips us of our shadows - Tom Sleigh "For a Libyan Militia Member"

So that our histories turn to glass - Tom Sleigh "For a Libyan Militia Member"

Fox smell lying heavy on the wind - Tom Sleigh "The Fox"

The fox that thrives in my brain - Tom Sleigh "The Fox"

At home in his pelt and subtle paws - Tom Sleigh "The Fox"

A cloud of granite and marble light - Tom Sleigh "The Parallel Cathedral"

Masons laying courses of stone ascending - Tom Sleigh "The Parallel Cathedral"

Arriving through random channels - Tom Sleigh "Second Sight"

Outside this moment's weightlessness - Tom Sleigh "Space Station"

To contain a drop of the void - Tom Sleigh "Space Station"

Of death moving among the living - Tom Sleigh "Space Station"

That can find a crack in the invisible - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"

A tarnished lamp with a genie inside - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"

Resolving into a human shape of fire - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"

The shallow sea inside the soap dish - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"

To speak the language of the wound - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"

To trick the genie back into the lamp - Tom Sleigh "Three Wishes"


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Crept amid the branches of the elm - L. Virginia Smith "Bless the Homestead Law"

Agony lights up the darkness - L. Virginia Smith "Bless the Homestead Law"

Starry lamps in heaven's blue hall - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

A murmur from the shore - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

Music in some troubled dream - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

The levin's blighting fire comes - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

To chill its glowing depths - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

With tones like winter's frozen wind - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

Fairy gleams in rainbow beauty shine - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Reconciliation"

Sorrow's storm with bitter breath - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

Beside the glory-shadowed gate - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

The tide of cold and leaden loneliness - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

The funeral pyre of every hope - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

The bee can find no banquet there - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

The waves of Time may bear us - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"

That woke the echoes of the Past - Miss L. Virginia Smith "The Wasted Heart"


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Urged on by hunger keen - William Somerville "The Chase"

In proportion to our wants - William Somerville "The Chase"

More fleet than those begot by winds - William Somerville "The Chase"

And broke their crowded ranks - William Somerville "The Chase"

In concerts of harmonious joy - William Somerville "The Chase"

Roused from their dark alcoves - William Somerville "The Chase"

Through all her labyrinths pursues - William Somerville "The Chase"

Shades by nature's pencill drawn - William Somerville "The Chase"

A lagging line of babbling curs - William Somerville "The Chase"

The harmonious thunder of the field - William Somerville "The Chase"

Awake the mountain echo in her cell - William Somerville "The Chase"

A thousand thronging curses burst - William Somerville "The Chase"

That utters loud his rage - William Somerville "The Chase"

Conscious of the recent stains - William Somerville "The Chase"


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Discordant Notes I mean to curse - John Spateman "War"

A Dagger's Point on human Bones - John Spateman "War"

Apt Scholars all at Evil - John Spateman "War"

As fierce and sworn a Foe - John Spateman "War"

And sleep secure from Spoilers Swords - John Spateman "War"

Bread is now than Gold more precious - John Spateman "War"

Their Hands seize on the Summits - John Spateman "War"

The Meed of such most hellish Hate - John Spateman "War"


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a richness of choices - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"

a series of false starts - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"

hoof withdrawn at the slightest snow - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"

hoof paused over water - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"

my heart says trust - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"

my tracks say doubt - Donna Spruijt-Metz "Hoof"


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Born of fire and nursed by rain - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Made myself one with a dream - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Myrtle wove itself into the sheets of sail - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Ivy twined around the oars - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

And an indigo snake around my neck - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Bad whiskey I drink by myself - Frank Stanford "Cotton You Lose in the Field"

Swim backwards in circles of blood - Frank Stanford "Cotton You Lose in the Field"

A lamp that shone on nothing - Frank Stanford "Embark"

And the small death of the wild card - Frank Stanford "Embark"

I've forgotten the steps of my departure - Frank Stanford "Embark"

Enrolled in the college of nightfall - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Listen to hunting dogs in autumn - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Wandered off alone and unheard of - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Running side by side with the fog - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

A foal in an exile's country - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Stowed away on the ship of death - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

When everything you touch makes a spark - Frank Stanford "Freedom, Revolt, and Love"

Walking through the dark singing - Frank Stanford "Freedom, Revolt, and Love"

In this house too many have dreamed - Frank Stanford "In this House"

Pillows filled with hawk feathers - Frank Stanford "In this House"

Hauling a coffin of honeybees - Frank Stanford "In this House"

A stump with a jar of lightning - Frank Stanford "The Lacuna"

The shade throwing himself into the river - Frank Stanford "Lament of the Land Surveyor"

the harpsichord of dead lovers - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

I am the prey of night - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

Puts the doubloons over my eyes - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

The drunken birds in the belladonna - Frank Stanford "My Day Is Over"

Lift the anchor from each stone boat - Frank Stanford "My Day Is Over"

An odor the color of bones - Frank Stanford "Politicians"

Carrying briefcases full of bats - Frank Stanford "Politicians"

Sends the grackles into cedars - Frank Stanford "The Solitude of Historical Analysis"

A jar of coffee and a wheelbarrow - Frank Stanford "Sunday Flowers"

The cursing wives of the dark - Frank Stanford "Vanish"

An echo that didn't make a sound - Frank Stanford "Vanish"

Roaming the forty acres of my closet - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

The laws and trysts of love and gravity - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

Watch your heart like a jukebox - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

Falling out of a tree at midnight - Frank Stanford "Watching a Woman Die"


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Where the maple changing stands - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Autumn"

In the shade of fluttering oaks - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Autumn"

In the bands of twisting vines - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Autumn"

Steadfast in the aerial blue - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Autumn"

Can thus embrace the dying year - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Autumn"

Unraveled all the slender woof - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "Before the Mirror"

Waiting a foe where four roads meet - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "Before the Mirror"

Weave these phantoms by this ancient loom - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "Before the Mirror"

Close up, and form the band - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

High festival I need not miss - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

While song and jest shall last - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

Our ghosts can feel no wrong - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

The night more bitter cold will bring - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

Feasts and revels of the year - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

Even in memory come they here - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

His sword is rusting in its sheath - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

As men dead in their prime - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"

The crimson dawn breaks through - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

Waking breezes round the casement pipe - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

Blow the globes of dew from opening buds - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

Steal the odors of the sleeping flowers - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

Bend the lances of the mirrored pines - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

But strips me bare again - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

The dregs within its crystal hours - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

The full fountain and the willow-tree - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "In the Still, Star-Lit Night"

All night long I walked - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "In the Still, Star-Lit Night"

Cruel glaciers threatening creep - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

And witness this, my jubilee - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

From the surf of boreal isles - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

From the hidden, jagged steeps - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

Through space with your wild train - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

Harping its shrillest, searching tone - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

Wailing deep its ancient moan - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

My little primrose lift its head - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "March"

What other blessing could be sent? - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "Nameless Pain"

I only see Time's shadow now - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "Nameless Pain"

Autumn charms my melancholy mind - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

The mottled quail runs in the stubble - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

Weave a chaplet for the Old Year's bier - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

The ragged ferns and roughened moss - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

A future which contains no past - Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard "The Wife Speaks"


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Beyond the struggling lines that push his dread designs - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Wise words suppress the need of swords - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Too strange for fear, too vast for hope - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Our Lares shivered on the hearth - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Four fateful years of mortal strife - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Black festoons that stretch for miles - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Bells that toll of death and doom - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Lets bad instruments produce the best events - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

As greatest kings might die to gain - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Who seem so strangely out of place - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Wandering along a waste where once a city stood - Richard Henry Stoddard "The End of All" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

A wind that blew a thousand years ago - Richard Henry Stoddard "The End of All" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

A ruined seraph in a world of care - R.H. Stoddard "Love" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXII no.2, Feb. 1848]

The arrows of the early frost - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

In iron poverty and hopeless tears - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

And strained my sinews sore - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

One bud from off the tree of Earth - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Fruit from the ripening bough of Thought - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

And drag a chain for years - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Leave my eager foot-prints on the shore - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

A realm in some enchanted zone - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Distilled from asphodels - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

The peerless apples of the Hesperides - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

A swan and shadow floating down - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

The Year demands a sterner chaplet - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Moss and grasses cover their decay - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Beheld the Past before me - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Raised a cloud of dusty gold - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

And checked them with a tightened rein - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Sacred nymphs from temples near - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Conquering legions marched behind - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Below my feet the thunders break - Richard H. Stoddard "Shakespeare" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Above my head the stars rejoice - Richard H. Stoddard "Shakespeare" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

The bitter wind has banished the silent nightingale - Richard Henry Stoddard "A Winter Scene"

The keepers of the roses have shut the garden-gate - Richard Henry Stoddard "A Winter Scene"

Compare it with the Present's golden page - R. H. Stoddard "The World" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Turn the old sands in the failing glass of Time - R. H. Stoddard "The World" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]


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Caught sturgeon in the reed-filled Caspian - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Which shelters boar and wolves - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Our world is small and isolated - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Full of isolated sleep and dreaming - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Our combination of intimacy and isolation - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Keep breathing as best we can - Juliana Spahr "December 2, 2002"

Floating with the water I escape - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

The ferns and reeds of the shore - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

Came to clear out my dreams - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

With bears that each night enter my room - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

Into some world not yet imagined - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

Not of enclosure but of predatory celebration - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

Who feed in the untamed openings - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"

But my dreams never explained - Juliana Spahr "Will There Be Singing"

And our bodies changing together - Juliana Spahr "Will There Be Singing"


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Moths migrating out of the cane stalks - Cathy Song "Picture Bride"

Crossing bones scattered in the red dirt ditch - Cathy Song "Waialua"

Scraps of smoke flying above your roof - Cathy Song "Waialua"

Prepares our ritual of tea and rice - Cathy Song "The Youngest Daughter"

A thousand cranes curtain the window - Cathy Song "The Youngest Daughter"


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Give your gladness to earth keeping - C.H. Sorley "All the Hills and Vales"

Earth that never doubts nor fears - C.H. Sorley "All the Hills and Vales"

Earth that knows of death, not tears - C.H. Sorley "All the Hills and Vales"

On to the gates of death with song - C.H. Sorley "All the Hills and Vales"

Sow your gladness for earth's reaping - C.H. Sorley "All the Hills and Vales"

Till through the weight of overcoming hours - C.H. Sorley "German Rain"


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Forehead pricked with dripping salt - Trumbull Stickney "At Sainte-Marguerite"

Where the hungry sea-wolves howl - Trumbull Stickney "At Sainte-Marguerite"

Starry sheaves of the delighted year - Trumbull Stickney "At Sainte-Marguerite"

From the zenith stars to the sea-ferns - Trumbull Stickney "At Sainte-Marguerite"

Bulwarked with a thread of foam - Trumbull Stickney "At Sainte-Marguerite"

Above the city's cold twilight - Trumbull Stickney "Six O'Clock"


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Reason's force asleep in Error's lap - Robert Southwell "Lewd Love Is Loss"

Cast in Cupid's jail - Robert Southwell "Lewd Love Is Loss"

Renew both fruit and flower - Robert Southwell "Times Go by Turns"

Draws her favors to the lowest ebb - Robert Southwell "Times Go by Turns"

Weave the fine and coarsest web - Robert Southwell "Times Go by Turns"

But may in time amend - Robert Southwell "Times Go by Turns"

Those cold qualms and bitter pangs - Robert Southwell "Upon the Image of Death"


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A body curious with grasping - Mary Szybist "Again, the Body as Temple"

Resistance has no part in it - Mary Szybist "Again, the Body as Temple"

Selves more solid than stars - Mary Szybist "Approaching Elegy"

The angel's giving her a little piece of honeycomb to eat - Mary Szybist "Girls Overheard While Assembling a Puzzle"

And pick an X-ray to float on - Mary Szybist "Girls Overheard While Assembling a Puzzle"

Testing endless combinations - Mary Szybist "In the Beginning God Said Light"

Every kind of self that can be - Mary Szybist "In the Beginning God Said Light"

Be your bright accomplices - Mary Szybist "In the Beginning God Said Light"

Then to be only that light - Mary Szybist "In the Beginning God Said Light"

Of rushing toward smallness - Mary Szybist "In the Glare of the Garden"

With a precisely rectangular fierceness - Mary Szybist "Long After the Donkey and the Desert"

The staircase of my body - Mary Szybist "Long After the Donkey and the Desert"

The lush anger of atonement - Mary Szybist "Naked and Unashamed Are Two Different Moments"

The waves under my tongue - Mary Szybist "On Gravity"

Wear thin with vast summer - Mary Szybist "Taiment"

Made stars to cover themselves - Mary Szybist "Wafian as in Waven as in Wif"

Slammed the lid down on the twilight - Mary Szybist "What If I Could Look At You"

An indifference I could wear - Mary Szybist "What the World Is For"

Even pebbles want to break - Mary Szybist "Withdrawal"

Could wear blood like apples do - Mary Szybist "Withdrawal"

Bones you cannot swallow - Mary Szybist "Withdrawal"


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Shades of grief have darkly gathered - E. Clementine Stedman "Lines: To the Author of the Requiem, 'I See Thee Still'"

The Hand which wounds can heal - E. Clementine Stedman "Lines: To the Author of the Requiem, 'I See Thee Still'"

Piercing the cerulean vault of heaven - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

Where none but seraphs gaze - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

And frenzied minds obeyed - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

Through the dungeon's gloom did fearless grope - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

The day-star of celestial Hope - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

Through Mercy's brooding care - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

That only jarring sounds had heard - Mrs. E.C. Kinney "Miss Dix, the Philanthropist"

Reply in the numbers of sadness - E. Clementine Stedman "Stanzas"

Hush the storms to repose - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas"

In the night-time or sorrow - E. Clementine Stedman "Stanzas"

In sackcloth I sit, with the desolate-hearted - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas [The flush of young Hope]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.1, July 1841]

Dancing along in the gush of delight - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas [The flush of young Hope]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.1, July 1841]

Can only reply in the numbers of sadness - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas [The flush of young Hope]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.1, July 1841]

Well-springs of joy in a desolate heart - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas [The flush of young Hope]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.1, July 1841]

Songs in the night-time of sorrow to give - E. Clementine Stedham "Stanzas [The flush of young Hope]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.1, July 1841]

Came with the tokens of wrath - E. Clementine Stedman "A Winter Scene"

Melting the landscape of glory - E. Clementine Stedman "A Winter Scene"


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Who is wearied with this place - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

That whirl a circle of grey fire - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

Grateful as the solemn blank of night - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

After the fierce day's irritant excess - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

Looked Janus-faced to innocence and guilt - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

To ride a whim beyond the term of Truth - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

Gleaming with a strange wild fire - William Wetmore Story "A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem"

The diapason of the heart - W.W. Story "Sonnet"

A rare tissue of fine mysteries - W.W. Story "Sonnet"

Through the gates of Hope and Memory - W.W. Story "Sonnet"

These shadows that obscure the mortal view - W.W. Story "Sonnets: Raffaello" [Graham's Magazine v.XX no.4, Apr. 1842]

Turns noiselessly in memory's wards - William W. Story "The Violet"

The sound of wind-borne bells - William W. Story "The Violet"

Ripening in love's golden grace - William W. Story "The Violet"


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The willow's chartreuse hosannas - Richard Solomon "After Reading the Love Songs of Vidyapati"

Listen to the love calls of wild geese - Richard Solomon "After Reading the Love Songs of Vidyapati"

Surrounded by hundreds of combat boots - Richard Solomon "Ann Arbor Art Fair 2005"

Sour blueberries from the farmer's market - Richard Solomon "Ann Arbor Art Fair 2005"

Two faces behind glass - Richard Solomon "Away"

In this post-modern Canaan - Richard Solomon "Ba'al Teshuva"

Where survival wrestled his angels down - Richard Solomon "Ba'al Teshuva"

The fire that turned ritual into reality - Richard Solomon "Ba'al Teshuva"

Back from trudging among the stars - Richard Solomon "Burning Out"

Star dust between his toes - Richard Solomon "Burning Out"

The invention of zero - Richard Solomon "Burning Out"

As permanent as yesterday - Richard Solomon "By Subtraction -- I Tego Arcana Dei"

An accident away from being bitter - Richard Solomon "By Subtraction -- I Tego Arcana Dei"

Looking for more ambitious treasures - Richard Solomon "By Subtraction -- I Tego Arcana Dei"

A choir singing on a single stem - Richard Solomon "Carrying Orchids in the Rain"

My bones begging to stay - Richard Solomon "The Charnel Ground"

An accident away from being bitter - Richard Solomon "The Charnel Ground"

Picking up the pieces of a broken mirror - Richard Solomon "The Charnel Ground"

The skeletal remains of memory - Richard Solomon "The Charnel Ground"

Hold the ocean in my fist - Richard Solomon "The Charnel Ground"

With thousands under umbrellas - Richard Solomon "Chicago Affair"

The soul beyond its silhouette - Richard Solomon "Conversion"

Speechless in a foreign country - Richard Solomon "Crossing Borders (For Ray Helfer, M.D.)"

Canopied with dying hickories - Richard Solomon "Daddy Long Legs of the Evening ... Hope!"

A devil who offers up candy - Richard Solomon "Daddy Long Legs of the Evening ... Hope!"

Can't escape from Dali's dream - Richard Solomon "Dream Caused by the Fight of the Bumblebee"

From the fish swallowing the tiger - Richard Solomon "Dream Caused by the Fight of the Bumblebee"

A parade of giants and clowns - Richard Solomon "Dream Caused by the Fight of the Bumblebee"

Slips me Charon's obol - Richard Solomon "Dream Caused by the Fight of the Bumblebee"

After a week of furies - Richard Solomon "Friday Night Air"

A black sky framed in saffron - Richard Solomon "Galatea of the Spheres"

Poison dagger, dragon flower - Richard Solomon "Galatea of the Spheres"

Sit for seven days in silence - Richard Solomon "God Drives Home in a Slow Room"

Listening to the whippoorwill - Richard Solomon "God Drives Home in a Slow Room"

A thousand bees in the backyard plum - Richard Solomon "The Great Masturbator"

Escaping from the attic of branches - Richard Solomon "The Great Masturbator"

Empty as a bucket of tears - Richard Solomon "Heaven's Gate"

Every bird calls your name - Richard Solomon "Heaven's Gate"

Courteous as dawn over a heron - Richard Solomon "Homecoming (For Linda)"

Naked with black coffee - Richard Solomon "Homecoming (For Linda)"

To make the angels jealous - Richard Solomon "Homecoming (For Linda)"

Sang rhapsodies on an old banjo - Richard Solomon "How Nightmares Began"

Humming her hymn to emptiness - Richard Solomon "Hymn (For TYD)"

Ducks strafing the unfrozen pools - Richard Solomon "Ice in Formation"

The river's lifeline joins itself to winter - Richard Solomon "Ice in Formation"

Upon the apprehension of edges - Richard Solomon "Ice in Formation"

The river's constant menace - Richard Solomon "Ice in Formation"

Thundering over ledgers of clay - Richard Solomon "Last Defense"

The mask of a failed court jester - Richard Solomon "Last Defense"

And felt the loss of ashes - Richard Solomon "Last Defense"

Dissolving like a sunlit cloud - Richard Solomon "Last Defense"

Our inheritance of dread - Richard Solomon "Ode to Zingerman's Pulled Pork Sandwich"

The un-embodied angels weep - Richard Solomon "Ode to Zingerman's Pulled Pork Sandwich"

Climb a seven-story mountain - Richard Solomon "Orpheus at Fifty"

Silk zigzagged to flannel - Richard Solomon "Possession I: Blanky"

The wolf pounds on her door - Richard Solomon "Possession II: Teddy"

Stealing fire means taking sides - Richard Solomon "Possession III: Ball"

Inside the fall-out shelter's quarantine - Richard Solomon "Possession IV: Shoe"

A mushroom cloud of fallen shoes - Richard Solomon "Possession IV: Shoe"

Felt the poetry of possession - Richard Solomon "Possession VII: Book"

An accident away from being bitter - Richard Solomon "Possession VIII: Photograph"

Counting down the heartbeats of eternity - Richard Solomon "Possession IX: Prayer Beads"

Under a cold gray dragon of a sky - Richard Solomon "Report to the Bodhisattvas on the Heart Sutra After Dying in the Up on the Sturgeon River"

Clinging to a boulder by my toes - Richard Solomon "Report to the Bodhisattvas on the Heart Sutra After Dying in the Up on the Sturgeon River"

Unending thoughts on fire - Richard Solomon "A Riddle"

Wild geese chasing trains - Richard Solomon "The River Through Your Eyes (For Linda)"

Ducks awkward on the bough - Richard Solomon "The River Through Your Eyes (For Linda)"

Like a book full of surprises - Richard Solomon "The River Through Your Eyes (For Linda)"

Two old swans landing downstream - Richard Solomon "The River Through Your Eyes (For Linda)"

Sprinkle my bones with your salt - Richard Solomon "Salt Doll Reads about the Tsunami"

Constantly thirsty in a dry land - Richard Solomon "Salt Doll's Destiny"

Her swirling blasphemous art - Richard Solomon "Salt Doll's Dream"

Across that billion-star ocean - Richard Solomon "Salt Doll's Incarnation"

From the distance of a kiss - Richard Solomon "Salt Doll's Incarnation"

The anxiety of needing a revelation - Richard Solomon "Searching for Pablo"

Silence arriving like a train - Richard Solomon "Silence"

Stairs and steeples in the dreamscape silence - Richard Solomon "Silence"

Windows bursting with confetti - Richard Solomon "The Slave Market with a Disappearing Bust of Voltaire"

A solitary sparrow perched on sadness - Richard Solomon "Soft Watch at the Moment of First Explosion"

Amidst the delusion of June - Richard Solomon "Soft Watch at the Moment of First Explosion"

Apple blossoms buried in the tall grass - Richard Solomon "Spring Cleaning"

Call me up to the attic again - Richard Solomon "Spring Cleaning"

August crickets steeped in silence - Richard Solomon "Storm (for TYD)"

The space between perceptions - Richard Solomon "To Ambition"

Taught me a hundred ways to win - Richard Solomon "A Toast for Ed"

Replaced the diamond you lost - Richard Solomon "A Toast for Ed"

Tired of living with the cold - Richard Solomon "Wormwood (For Linda)"

The self's rivalry unraveled - Richard Solomon "Wormwood (For Linda)"

Breaks into chaos toccatas & fugues - Richard Solomon "Writing Itself"

A hundred feet down a filigree of ice - Richard Solomon "Writing Itself"

Bees' quaint seduction of apple pie - Richard Solomon "Young Virgin Autosodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity"

Escaped the gravity of loss - Richard Solomon "Young Virgin Autosodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity"

Birds crash into a windowed sky - Richard Solomon "Young Virgin Autosodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity"


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Scarlet needle threaded with birdsong - Alison Swan "After an Elder Was Found in the Woods, Dead from a Self-Inflicted Gunshot"

Gave their last blood to birds - Alison Swan "After Reading The Late, Great Lakes"

Gather forest litter into cloaks - Alison Swan "After Reading The Late, Great Lakes"

The pauses between beams of searchlights - Alison Swan "Another Coast"

Into the lemon light of morning - Alison Swan "Aubade"

Rolled silent with somnolent fish - Alison Swan "Before the Snow Moon"

When shores clicked with frogs - Alison Swan "Before the Snow Moon"

Awakened by a great horned owl - Alison Swan "Before the Snow Moon"

Brimming with unuttered words - Alison Swan "Catalogue"

My chest too small to hold the blossom - Alison Swan "Catalogue"

The tree that's ready to wait for its forest - Alison Swan "Courage"

Dragging decades of concrete - Alison Swan "Detroit"

Plant vegetables in a parking lot - Alison Swan "Detroit"

See the limits of metaphor - Alison Swan "Fire"

All the weight of spun sugar - Alison Swan "A House in the Country"

Disturbed enough molecules to jostle me - Alison Swan "A House in the Country"

Playing through the essential air - Alison Swan "In Medias Res"

Cicadas for a soundtrack - Alison Swan "In Medias Res"

The forest where the owl rides - Alison Swan "Lake Effect"

Ghosts hovering like hawks - Alison Swan "The Language of Field Guides"

Between ditches of sumac - Alison Swan "The Language of Field Guides"

Assembles according to some fierce green fire - Alison Swan "Lifeboat"

Sole witnesses to the vigil - Alison Swan "Lifeboat"

Crows shout down from the canopy - Alison Swan "The Old Days"

As the crows harass an owl - Alison Swan "The Old Days"

Silent in her home oak - Alison Swan "The Old Days"

The ones that steal starlight - Alison Swan "One by One"

The sleep of mollusks - Alison Swan "Report from the End of the Twentieth Century"

Barracudas hang in the water and watch - Alison Swan "Sand Key"

A night still vibrating with crickets - Alison Swan "Self-Serve"

Evidence of traffic and sandhill cranes - Alison Swan "Signs"

Umbrella caught on hemlock twigs - Alison Swan "Snow"

Watching the slippery elm made new - Alison Swan "Some Things I Needed to Know"

Watched over by a murder of crows - Alison Swan "There Is Always This"

Of motion so minuscule and new - Alison Swan "There Is Always This"

A herd of elk flows over the land - Alison Swan "True Story"

Their own river of beating hearts - Alison Swan "True Story"

The beach freezes footprints in place - Alison Swan "Wish"


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