Potential Titles: Samantha Thornhill

The lobster cracking loose from its exoskeleton - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

The viper that squeezes out of the skin of its remembrance - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

This oracle invites you to rewild yourself - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

To unbox, detox, and de-clutter your blood - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

Break free from the mold you made for yourself - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

Addicted to the stress of your comforts - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

In these uncharted seas and distances untraversed - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

Smells something like wishes wrapped in wind - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

Wishes wrapped in wind - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

The winding path through the forests of your interior - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"

Better experienced than explained - Samantha Thornhill "38. Shedding the Old"


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Potential Titles: Brian Tierney

Burgundy air under the Japanese maples - Brian Tierney "Catering"

There is honesty in darkness impossible in light - Brian Tierney "Catering"

A rococo footbridge hard at work holding up some dumb illusion - Brian Tierney "Catering"

We clock out and cross under its lamps - Brian Tierney "Catering"

Hands me the moon in the grooved tip of a key - Brian Tierney "Catering"

The wax dilates wide around the candle - Brian Tierney "We Dream the Dreams Dreaming Us"

Separate, but looking at each other - Brian Tierney "We Dream the Dreams Dreaming Us"

Not enough time for a whole new plot - Brian Tierney "We Dream the Dreams Dreaming Us"


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Potential Titles: Aleksey Konstantovich Tolstoy

Think not the sea's a traitor - Count Tolstoi "Believe It Not" transl. by John Pollen

With homeward murmur flowing - Count Tolstoi "Believe It Not" transl. by John Pollen

Pearls on silver salver rattling - Count Tolstoi "The Scolding" transl. by John Pollen

Nine howling wolves come hungering - Aleksey Konstantovich Tolstoy "The Wolves" transl. by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi

While prayers of terror freeze upon his lips - Aleksey Konstantovich Tolstoy "The Wolves" transl. by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi

The rest will surely follow one by one - Aleksey Konstantovich Tolstoy "The Wolves" transl. by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi

Wakes the village from out its morning dream - Aleksey Konstantovich Tolstoy "The Wolves" transl. by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi


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Potential Titles: Frederick W. Thomas

Chanceful and changeful is my destiny - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

Young affection no regret has brought - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

What a bitter clings to the memory - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

How deep the bitterness alone to grieve - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

And keep beside her strong Philosophy - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

The gathered pangs of years - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

Stricken bird that cowers within its nest - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

Rise from the ashes of my buried years - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

Their epitaph is written in my heart - Frederick W. Thomas "The Emigrant, or Reflections While Descending the Ohio"

In the mazes of the dance - F.W. Thomas "A Slighted Woman" [Graham's Magazine v.XVIII, no.4, April 1841]

That peace was resting there - F.W. Thomas "A Slighted Woman" [Graham's Magazine v.XVIII, no.4, April 1841]

The Pelican of Passion feeds - F.W. Thomas "A Slighted Woman" [Graham's Magazine v.XVIII, no.4, April 1841]


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Potential Titles: Lillian Tsay

The pale grass is still frosted with black - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

The earth is scorched and wretched - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

Faceless souls dancing in its ashes - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

Distant burnings and flashes of light - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

Vanishing behind my steps - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

Drenched in the water's blessing - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]

Flower petals fall in the storm, and blossom again - Lillian Tsay "The Resolution of N" [Strange Horizons 27 Jan. 2025]


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Potential Titles: Tsiang-Tien

Slept on unknowing in that early dawn - Tsiang-Tien "To the Dancing-Girl Siao-Ling" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Now mist has hidden boat and journey - Tsiang-Tien "Watching and Wondering" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

In the lake are black pearls set in amethyst - Tsiang-Tien "Watching and Wondering" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

A crescent comb of silver moon - Tsiang-Tien "Watching and Wondering" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

And sing until the stars grow pale - Tsiang-Tien "Watching and Wondering" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]


I have been unable to find this author outside of this one book. I'm assuming a transliteration issue or a name versus title issue rather than only an obscurity in English issue.


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Potential Titles: T Authors Misc.

So thick with thornless flowers - P.D.T. "Lost Treasures"

Come to revel in our bowers - P.D.T. "Lost Treasures"

For those who would erase - Carmen Tafolla "Marked"

Grown in gardens never owned - Carmen Tafolla "Marked"

The shadow waves of satin - Dujie Tahat "On Desire"

Never touched what made me holy - Dujie Tahat "On Desire"

Innumerable needles of cold - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Move horizontally below the earth - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Will rustle under painful light - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

For light as space for shadow - Mutsuo Takahashi "Dead Boy" transl. by Jeffrey Angles

Drained by fevered lips - Sir Thomas N. Talfourd "Sympathy"

Who thought to die unmourned - Sir Thomas N. Talfourd "Sympathy"

In the mind's waters - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "The Gods of the Age"

Water upon water upon water - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "A Love Note"

Fills like sand between glass marbles - Adeeba Shahid Talukder "A Love Note"

Forces what we denied into luminosity - Margo Tamez "Father replays the funeral in Dream #28"

At his private film of captivity - Margo Tamez "Father replays the funeral in Dream #28"

She trains to translate lightning - Margo Tamez "I am the daughter my mother raise to confront them"

Unsoiled by worldly dust - Tao Qian (translated by James Hightower) "Returning to the Farm to Dwell I"

Fell in the snares of dust - Tao Qian (translated by Stephen Owen) "Returning to Dwell in Gardens and Fields I"

A soul unattached creates its own sweet solitude - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Breathe high western air at sunset - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

These things hold hidden truths - Tao Yuan-Ming "Chrysanthemums" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

What years have passed of sorrow - Rev. William B. Tappan "Stanzas" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

To bribe the weary pilgrim back - Rev. William B. Tappan "Stanzas" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Scatter the wealth in my hand - Tarafa "Mu'allaqat [Canst thou make me immortal]" transl. by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Tell my sorrows to the Moon - Abdikheyir Khelil Tawakkul "Sharing My Sorrow" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Share my grief with the stars - Abdikheyir Khelil Tawakkul "Sharing My Sorrow" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A silken basket catching our paper airplanes - Bryce A. Taylor "Cartilage"

Thieves and robbers dwell therein - Jeremy Taylor "Hymn for Advent; or Christ's Coming to Jerusalem in Triumph"

His spirit glowed with zeal - Henry Taylor "In Remembrance of the Hon. Edward Ernest Villiers"

I am grateful for the two pearls you offer - Tchang Tsi "A Loyal Wife" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Rise with holy wind - Craig Morgan Teicher "Lifted"

Icarus, careful not to wake his captors - Jonathan Teklit "Black Mythology"

As Icarus arrives at the border of the sky - Jonathan Teklit "Black Mythology"

Against the tyranny of rain - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Are offensive to the sky - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Undo the pain before you speak - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

The gods with mouths full of rain - Öykü Tekten "mountain language"

Struck by lightning or coincidence - Fiona Templeton "Why Say That"

Balanced on a strand of swaying stone - Edward Wyndham Tennant "Home Thoughts in Laventie"

Dancing with a measured step from wrecked and shattered towns - Edward Wyndham Tennant "Home Thoughts in Laventie"

The full redundance of their golden store - T.J. Terrington "Autumn"

Surpassing Eden's most enchanting bird - T.J. Terrington "Birth of the First-Born"

On golden threads of hope and fear - Rose Terry "Then"

Her thousand streams of wealth untold - Rose Terry "Then"

Scream till the waves scream back - Marian Thanhouser "At Night"

The spitting foam and the ice-fanged caves - Marian Thanhouser "Home"

A young birch-tree in a forest of pines - Marian Thanhouser "Young Witches"

And the gloom turned swift to gold - Celia Thaxter "The Gift" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Nov. 1878]

as I hear your silence transform - Laura Theis "Family Talk"

the unnatural speed of my heartbeat - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

my eyes opaque with mistrust - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

tender shoots and root vegetables - Laura Theis "Some Pointers on Dating a Were-Hare"

In meager bursts of human feeling - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

And I am still the company I keep - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

Fail to scribe care onto my body - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

To build a marvelous cavernous boat - Elizabeth Theriot "Self-Portrait as Self-Care Mantra" [Sugar House Review issue 22, 2021]

How age deceives - Edith Matilda Thomas "Winter Sleep"

When we relinquish breath - Clara Ann Thompson "Life and Death"

Have dropped before thy sight - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

Wild with passion's rains - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

And never fail to cheer - Eloise Bibb Thompson "Ode to the Sun"

The crimson beds of sleeping airs - Hugh Miller Thompson "Sleeping" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]

I don't think about the Multiverse - Jenny Thompson "Multiverse"

Love will still be a hungry disciple - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

Her overcoat continuing to thin - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

A bitter taste of beetroot - Lynne Thompson "St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said"

Through infinite changes yet shall I go on - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"

Fills the earth and thrills the heavens - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"

I call the tides - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

The tides from seas of rest - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

From out their raging chasm - Priscilla Jane Thompson "Song of the Moon"

Out of the birth-place of sighs - Priscilla Jane Thompson "A Valentine"

Wild November raged that hope was past - Edward William Thomson "The Bad Year"

Serves but to root thy native oak - James Thomson (1700-1748) "Rule Britannia"

Stubborn as a stolen lock refusing the key - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

A remnant of their former bodies - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

Smiles at all the wrong silences - Yvanna Vien Tica "Rites of Becoming a White Lady"

Alive with something inconceivable - Bradford Tice "Milkweed"

Flanked by the fragrances of honeysuckle - Bradford Tice "Milkweed"

The smallest stone of the self - Susan Tichy "Public Speech"

Inside the walls of the dream - Susan Tichy "Public Speech"

Towers filled with murder - Leah Tieger "I-30, I-20, Farm to Market Road"

Where the old names went - Leah Tieger "I-30, I-20, Farm to Market Road"

Veiled Mystery broods obscure - Louis Tiercelin "By Menec'hi Shore" (translated by William Sharp)

All folded into one darkness - To-Em-Mei "The Unmoving Cloud" (translated by Ezra Pound and possibly others, attribution unclear)

The tree uses a secret algebra - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

To perforate dense void - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

Braided into the body - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

Wind deserves a trophy - McKenzie Toma "Disintegrating Calculus Problem"

The ivory altars of our lost pilgrimage - Ridgely Torrence "Santa Barbara Beach"

This universal solvent swallows every hill - Angela Narciso Torres "Self-Portrait as Water"

Fills the hollows of my surrender - Angela Narciso Torres "Self-Portrait as Water"

Whom no country can claim as her son - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

The valor of who bears a sword - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

The courtesy of who wears a flower - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

A soldier's poem and a poet's deed - Luis Lloréns Torres "Bolivar" transl. by Muna Lee

Because the Spring was slow - Charles Hanson Towne "Waiting"

Even the apples were poison - Ann Townsend "A Unified Berlin"

If you'll share there my ivy-crowned cot - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Love which thus hallows the ground - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Brightens the gloom of the anchorite's cell - Charles E. Trail "They May Tell of a Clime. To -- --" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

In Pleasure's borrowed dress - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

Sowed the seed of mourning years - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

A few dark days of terror past - Melesina Trench "On Being Pressed to Go to a Masqued Ball not Many Months After the Death of My Child"

A kind of smudgy justice - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Oblivious to the wind - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

A hybrid hallucination - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Someone else's map of laughing - Pimone Triplett "From Another Other Within, Without"

Made by blind gods waving sieves - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Balanced on a pinpoint of time - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Fizzes as the sunlight passes through - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Kiting off after distant glimmers - Laurel Trivelpiece "The Turkish Bee"

Such cobwebs of knowledge as careless young fingers may hold - J.T. Trowbridge "My Brother and I" [The Atlantic Monthly v.13 no.76, Feb. 1864]

Yon severing tide is not fordless or wide - J.T. Trowbridge "My Brother and I" [The Atlantic Monthly v.13 no.76, Feb. 1864]

Joy is wounded and nigh to death - Robertson Trowbridge "Song [Pale Grief with tender Joy is at strife]" [Lippincott's Magazine, Nov. 1885]

With sun and wind and lark - William Troy "Roads"

Stumbling with pain and fears - William Troy "Roads"

But mine is the rain and hail - William Troy "Roads"

Tangled wood and twisted trail - William Troy "Roads"

Where the hickory trees start themselves - Bradley Trumpfheller "Loom"

Tall branches sweeping the azure sky - Ts'ao P'i "Lotus Lake" transl. by Burton Watson

Send down their shining colors - Ts'ao P'i "Lotus Lake" transl. by Burton Watson

The secret of seawater - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Into the cleanliness of laughter - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Sour and shrivelled to stardust - Dorothy Tse "Cloth Birds"

Five sons gone to distant battle - Tso Yen-Nien "Call to Arms" transl. by Burton Watson

Of most superb pretentions - Tso-le-oh-woh "A Red Man's Thoughts"

Its lightning fringed immensity - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

As the oceans of shoreless space - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

Some dread sky rocket of Eternity - Tso-le-oh-woh "What an Indian Thought When He Saw the Comet"

Hoped to pluck the fruits of life - Tso Ssu "The Scholar in the Narrow Street" (translated by Arthur Waley)

The bridle of the four winds - Marina Tsvetayeva "Insomnia" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

The full story that Eve took from the tree - Marina Tsvetayeva "Poem of the End" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

That well-known foolish heresy - Marina Tsvetayeva "Poem of the End" transl. by Elaine Feinstein and Angela Livingstone

The patient fear of the morning - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

Open to the love of fire - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

A departure in a fragment of landscape - Nadia Tueni [Untitled] transl. by Carol Cosman

A thorn was left in our tongues - Adil Tunyaz "But a Thorn Was Left in Our Tongues..." transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Grass grows in a stable - Adil Tunyaz "But a Thorn Was Left in Our Tongues..." transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The rain that cries in silence - Adil Tunyaz "The World in the City of Kashgar" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Will be a refugee forever in heaven - Adil Tunyaz "The World in the City of Kashgar" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Toward some other sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Your long, wounded song - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Be you in your own sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Against the edge of the sky - Mark Turcotte "Dear New Blood"

Colossal right hand curled around a mystery - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

In a daydream I break free - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

Eyes forever cast toward Rome - Devin S. Turk "Statue of David with Top Surgery Scars"

When winds are noisy-winged and high - Elizabeth Thornton Turner "The Pinewood People" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Bow, advance, swing partners and retreat - Elizabeth Thornton Turner "The Pinewood People" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

The wild volition of the frothing ocean - Genya Turovskaya "Wisterical"

With crowns of kelp and frantic purple flowers - Genya Turovskaya "Wisterical"

Cradle the cry of my blood - Malka Heifetz Tussman "Mount Gilboa" transl. by Marcia Falk

Parading rainbow feathers - Sarah Grace Tuttle "Courtship Dance"

All while clutching the earth - Sarah Grace Tuttle "Rooted"

With a store of minted metal - John Twig "A Ballade of the Nurserie"

Closed the portal of thought - Miss Augusta C. Twiggs "Night"


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Potential Titles: Genevieve Taggard

The peering moon went pale - Genevieve Taggard "Skull Song"

The other half of the sea-god's bones - Genevieve Taggard "Skull Song"

All essences of sweetness - Genevieve Taggard "The Vast Hour"

Takes sunlight from the world - Genevieve Taggard "The Vast Hour"

The ghosts of sense and sound and sight - Genevieve Taggard "The Vast Hour"

And the stern winds brood - Genevieve Taggard "The Vast Hour"

Fond of sun - Genevieve Taggard "With Child"

Your pulse has taken body - Genevieve Taggard "With Child"

Does not heed our ecstacies - Genevieve Taggard "With Child"

Toward stark and solitary places - Genevieve Taggard "With Child"


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Potential Titles: Rabindranath Tagore

In heart's perspective - Rabindranath Tagore "from Stray Birds [233-237]"

Her dark spots to herself - Rabindranath Tagore "from Stray Birds [233-237]"

Dismiss it with a name of yesterday - Rabindranath Tagore "from Stray Birds [233-237]"

From the depth of truth - Rabindranath Tagore "Gitanjali 35"

Stretches its arms towards perfection - Rabindranath Tagore "Gitanjali 35"

On the seashore of endless worlds - Rabindranath Tagore "Gitanjali 60"

Used to make such riot once - Rabindranath Tagore "Spring that in My Courtyard"

Whose new twigs stirred the woods awake - Rabindranath Tagore "Spring that in My Courtyard"

With rosy kisses maddening all the sky - Rabindranath Tagore "Spring that in My Courtyard"

When Earth's revolutions are ended - Rabindranath Tagore "This Day Will Pass"

With the flowers and fruits of the Six Seasons - Rabindranath Tagore "This Day Will Pass"

With the garland from my own throat - Rabindranath Tagore "This Day Will Pass"

Washed with the tears of the Universe - Rabindranath Tagore "Urvasi"

With the heart's blood of the three worlds - Rabindranath Tagore "Urvasi"

In the startled gaze of the universe - Rabindranath Tagore "Urvasi"


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Potential Titles: T'ao Ch'ien

Chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Drinking Wine 5" transl. by Burton Watson

A haven for homing clouds - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Imitating the Old Poems, No.4" transl. by Burton Watson

Sweeping all the nine-tiered sky - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "In the Year with the Cyclical Sign Mou-shen (408), in the Sixth Month We Had a Fire" transl. by Burton Watson

Prosperity and decline have no fixed dwelling - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Drinking Wine 1" transl. by Burton Watson

In midsummer storing up clear shade - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Matching a Poem by Secretary Kuo, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

South winds come in season - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Matching a Poem by Secretary Kuo, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Garden vegetables with flavor to spare - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Matching a Poem by Secretary Kuo, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Pound grain to make good wine - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Matching a Poem by Secretary Kuo, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

All eight directions a single darkness - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Motionless Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

Fondling the milky spring wine - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Motionless Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

Trees in the eastern garden - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Motionless Clouds" transl. by Burton Watson

Keeps the rain off my bed and mat - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Moving House, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Gave my whole heart to my lute - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

Idling in streets and thoroughfares - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

My baggage ready at dawn - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

Weary of shifting rivers and roadways - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

Ashamed beside the carefree fish - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

The true life that I treasure still - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "On Being Assigned as Military Advisor to the Garrison Army, Written when Passing Ch'ua" transl. by Burton Watson

Listed in the roster of the dead - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem in the Form of a Coffin-Puller's Song, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

When soul and breath scatter - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem in the Form of a Coffin-Puller's Song, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Ambitions wide as the four seas - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem without a Category, No.4" transl. by Burton Watson

Hopes that clash like ice and fire - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem without a Category, No.4" transl. by Burton Watson

Sun and moon refuse to slow - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem without a Category, No.7" transl. by Burton Watson

Couldn't sing to the common tune - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Caught in that dusty snare - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Chickens call from the tops of mulberry trees - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Around my door and courtyard - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

After so long in that cage of mine - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson

Shut my bramblewood door - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.2" transl. by Burton Watson

Rid myself of dusty thoughts - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.2" transl. by Burton Watson

Rotting stumps of mulberry and bamboo - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.4" transl. by Burton Watson

Returns at last to the empty road - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Returning to My Home in the Country, No.4" transl. by Burton Watson

And my heart would be robbed of delight - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Stopping Wine" transl. by Burton Watson

Mountains and rivers know no season of change - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Grass and trees hold to their constant rule - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Dew and frost flowering and withering - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

And win the love of ages after - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

The Great Potter works no private favors - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Waves in the great process of change - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

May hope for a wizard's aid - Tao Yuanming "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Arthur Waley

The bitterness both of Substance and Shadow - Tao Yuanming "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Arthur Waley

Only the things he used remain - Tao Yuanming "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Arthur Waley

Drift on the Stream of Infinite Flux - Tao Yuanming "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Arthur Waley

Would gladly wander in Paradise - T'ao Ch'ien [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

To calm my heart's distress - T'ao Ch'ien [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

Fell into the Web of the World's dust - T'ao Ch'ien [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

Pour out my spring wine - T'ao Ch'ien [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)

A sweet wind bears it company - T'ao Ch'ien [untitled] (translated by Arthur Waley)


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Potential Titles: Sara Teasdale

Lightly threaded with stars - Sara Teasdale "Afterwards"

Only my own spirit's pride - Sara Teasdale "Alone"

With false and feeble pity - Sara Teasdale "The Answer"

Found more joy in sorrow - Sara Teasdale "The Answer"

Too steady to destroy - Sara Teasdale "The Answer"

As shaken and as bright - Sara Teasdale "Arcturus"

Built my spirit's house - Sara Teasdale "At Midnight"

Than a flower could hold - Sara Teasdale "August Moonrise"

That no bitterness can bend - Sara Teasdale "August Moonrise"

Fusing with intenser fire - Sara Teasdale "August Moonrise"

Through a cold infinity - Sara Teasdale "August Moonrise"

Loveliness to sell - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

Beautiful and splendid things - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

Holding wonder in a cup - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

Eyes that love you - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

For your spirit's still delight - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

Thoughts that star the night - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

For one white singing hour - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

Strife well lost - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

For a breath of ecstacy - Sara Teasdale "Barter"

The blue flame of the flower - Sara Teasdale "Blue Squills"

Robbing the sky of stars - Sara Teasdale "Broadway"

Passed the door of heaven - Sara Teasdale "Chance"

Bright as the trembling stars - Sara Teasdale "Change"

Into my heart's treasury - Sara Teasdale "The Coin"

Gather myself into myself - Sara Teasdale "The Crystal Gazer"

I shall sit like a sibyl - Sara Teasdale "The Crystal Gazer"

Fate is a wind - Sara Teasdale "Did You Never Know"

Fire in the heart - Sara Teasdale "Dooryard Roses"

Like the rain of yesterday - Sara Teasdale "The Dreams of My Heart"

My spirit's shaken flame - Sara Teasdale "Driftwood"

The tense dark air - Sara Teasdale "From the North"

As a spark foretells a flame - Sara Teasdale "From the Sea"

As a candle lit at noon - Sara Teasdale "'I Am Not Yours'"

The fragile secret of a flower - Sara Teasdale "I Have Loved Hours at Sea"

Gave me heaven for an hour - Sara Teasdale "I Have Loved Hours at Sea"

Up heaven's broad blue stair - Sara Teasdale "I Know the Stars"

Climbing the ages - Sara Teasdale "If I Must Go"

Beneath the fever of the light - Sara Teasdale "In a Restaurant"

Luminous and luring footprints - Sara Teasdale "In Memoriam F. O. S."

Past the birthplace of the sun - Sara Teasdale "In Memoriam F. O. S."

Sings only when it breaks - Sara Teasdale "In Spring, Santa Barbara"

But only a hush of the heart - Sara Teasdale "It Is Not a Word"

Only memories waking - Sara Teasdale "It Is Not a Word"

As rain puts out a star - Sara Teasdale "The Kiss"

Blinded by a leafy crown - Sara Teasdale "Leaves"

As a flower is forgotten - Sara Teasdale "Let It Be Forgotten"

That once was singing gold - Sara Teasdale "Let It Be Forgotten"

As a hushed footfall in a long forgotten snow - Sara Teasdale "Let It Be Forgotten"

With the bright frailty of foam - Sara Teasdale "A Little While"

The nothingness that is their home - Sara Teasdale "A Little While"

Never kissed at all - Sara Teasdale "The Look"

In the moving shadows - Sara Teasdale "May Night"

White flying joy - Sara Teasdale "Meadowlarks"

Whistling in silver light - Sara Teasdale "Meadowlarks"

Where moonlight burned - Sara Teasdale "Moonlight"

A sister of the sky - Sara Teasdale "Morning"

Dawn had taken in the stars - Sara Teasdale “Morning Song”

Only the lonely are free - Sara Teasdale “Morning Song”

A shy and silver mirth - Sara Teasdale "The Mother of a Poet"

Never tears at night - Sara Teasdale "The Mother of a Poet"

Dark splendor of the sea - Sara Teasdale "The Net"

Faithless to myself - Sara Teasdale "New Love and Old"

Fleeing again to the stars - Sara Teasdale "New Year's Dawn-- Broadway"

Wounded by vehement cries - Sara Teasdale "New Year's Dawn-- Broadway"

Thru the scattering tumult - Sara Teasdale "New Year's Dawn-- Broadway"

Wind goes shivering - Sara Teasdale “November”

Glad to die - Sara Teasdale “November”

Coldly kind - Sara Teasdale “November”

Borne on the hush of the wind - Sara Teasdale "Old Tunes"

Like petals of light fallen - Sara Teasdale "Old Tunes"

Straighten like a flame - Sara Teasdale "On the Dunes"

With Wonder face to face - Sara Teasdale "Open Windows"

That Love may starve - Sara Teasdale "Over the Roofs"

By the frost nearly fired - Sara Teasdale "Places"

Lighting star after star - Sara Teasdale "Places"

In the great rain of moonlight - Sara Teasdale "Places II: Full Moon (Santa Barbara)"

Took the wind and let it go - Sara Teasdale "Places III: Winter Sun (Lenox)"

In a storm of mirth - Sara Teasdale "A Prayer"

Cried to the windless valleys - Sara Teasdale "The River"

Drank my tears for dew - Sara Teasdale "The Rose"

Not wholly careless now - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Beneath the weight of dark - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Asked for something greater - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Grown weary of the winds - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

For beauty as a flame - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

No less in the winter - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Insatiable ardor of the sun - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Too sorrowful a fire - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Fall to forsaken embers - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

The strangling sea of night - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

But still the night is kind - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

Quiet at the heart of love - Sara Teasdale "Sappho"

The cold insistence of the tide - Sara Teasdale "Sea Longing"

Too still and sure for prayer - Sara Teasdale "Since There Is No Escape"

Lights like sunken swords - Sara Teasdale "Spring Night"

Should ache with praise - Sara Teasdale "Spring Night"

To take earth's wonder - Sara Teasdale "Spring Night"

For whom all beauty burns - Sara Teasdale "Spring Night"

With beating hearts of fire - Sara Teasdale "Stars"

Aeons cannot vex or tire - Sara Teasdale "Stars"

The wrath of the rain - Sara Teasdale "Summer Storm"

Dream by her river - Sara Teasdale "Sunset: St. Louis"

Hour of wind and light - Sara Teasdale "Swallow Flight"

In the fragrant gardens of heaven - Sara Teasdale "Those Who Love"

With a burning rose hidden away - Sara Teasdale "Thoughts"

Only at your lies - Sara Teasdale "To a Loose Woman"

My shy and shadowy mood - Sara Teasdale "To E"

Darken slowly with a far desire - Sara Teasdale "To E"

As curving skies above - Sara Teasdale "To E"

A raiment made of fire - Sara Teasdale "To E"

Sheltered from too strong a sea - Sara Teasdale "To Rose"

Stately tragedy of dusk - Sara Teasdale "Twilight"

And strength to climb on a summer night - Sara Teasdale "Two Songs for Solitude"

Aches now as then - Sara Teasdale "The Unchanging"

Burns all the heavens bare - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

Unburdened by desire - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

For beauty more than bitterness - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

How can I give silence - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

Link the unbroken hours - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

For the measured dawns - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

Afraid of time - Sara Teasdale "Vignettes Overseas"

Dividing yet still the same - Sara Teasdale "The Voice"

My spirit like my flesh - Sara Teasdale "The Voice"

Can return and not be afraid - Sara Teasdale "Water Lilies"

Strong enough to be silent - Sara Teasdale "What Do I Care?"

Myself remains to comfort me - Sara Teasdale "White Fog"

At your clear immortal cup - Sara Teasdale "The Wind in the Hemlock"

No envy of immortal things - Sara Teasdale "The Wind in the Hemlock"

Who drank delight - Sara Teasdale "The Wine"

From the cup of the crescent moon - Sara Teasdale "The Wine"

The bright wine of immortality - Sara Teasdale "The Wine"

A frail invisible net - Sara Teasdale "A Winter Bluejay"

Shadows shaken on the snow - Sara Teasdale "Winter Stars"


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Potential Titles: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Go on to their haven under the hill - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Break, Break, Break"

For the touch of a vanished hand - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Break, Break, Break"

The tender grace of a day that is dead - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Break, Break, Break"

Half a league onward - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Charge of the Light Brigade"

From out the boundless deep - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Crossing the Bar"

Too full for sound and foam - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Crossing the Bar"

A new face at the door - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Death of the Old Year"

And like a thunderbolt - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Eagle"

A thousand suns will stream - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "A Farewell"

A thousand moons will quiver - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "A Farewell"

The year is dying in the night - Alfred Tennyson "In Memoriam"

These orbs of light and shade - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Priestess in the vaults of Death - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Upon the threshold of the mind - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Deep vase of chilling tears - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Vacant chaff well meant for grain - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Chambers emptied of delight - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Sphere all your lights around - Tennyson "In Memoriam"

Reflex of a winter moon - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Isabel"

Brought a lily-white doe - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Lady Clare"

Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Lady Clare"

Willows whiten, aspens quiver - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Four grey walls, and four grey towers - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Or long-haired page in crimson clad - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Hung in the golden Galaxy - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Lying, robed in snowy white - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Rusted nails fell from the knots - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Mariana"

Wild winds bound within their cell - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Mariana"

From the knots that held the peach - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Mariana"

After the flitting of the bats - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Mariana"

To the wooing wind aloof - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Mariana"

Echo on echo dies to the moon - Lord Tennyson "Minnie and Winnie"

And gilds the driving hail - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Sir Galahad"

The wild cataract leaps in glory - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Splendor Falls"

Set the wild echoes flying - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Splendor Falls"

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Splendor Falls"

Hear the purple glens replying - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Splendor Falls"

Splendour falls on castle walls - Tennyson "The Splendour Falls"

Long light shakes across the lakes - Tennyson "The Splendour Falls"

Come from the dying moon - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Sweet and Low"

Silver sails all out of the west - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Sweet and Low"

And beat the twilight into flakes of fire - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Tithonus"

That strange song I heard Apollo sing - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Tithonus"

Returning on thy silver wheels - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Tithonus"

I cannot rest from travel - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Always roaming with a hungry heart - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

I am become a name - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Drunk delight of battle - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Saved from that eternal silence - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

By slow prudence - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

In offices of tenderness - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Opposed free hearts - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Hath yet his honor and his toil - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Death closes all - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Made weak by time and fate - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"

Alone and warming his five wits - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "When Cats Run Home"


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Potential Titles: Edward Thomas

The light of this pale choked day - Edward Thomas "After Rain"

Challenges and menaces to the wide sky - Edward Thomas "Ambition"

The sadness of the owl's last cry - Edward Thomas "Ambition"

Touched the roar with silence - Edward Thomas "Ambition"

When mist has been forgiven - Edward Thomas "April"

Not even the spirits of memory - Edward Thomas "The Ash Grove"

And fear with restless wing - Edward Thomas "The Ash Grove"

Aspens at the cross-roads talk - Edward Thomas "Aspens"

Over lightless pane and footless road - Edward Thomas "Aspens"

To keep corn for rats and men - Edward Thomas "The Barn"

Only fowls have foothold enough - Edward Thomas "The Barn"

As they remember me without smile or moan - Edward Thomas "The Bridge"

Has drowned the Future and the Past - Edward Thomas "The Bridge"

This moment brief between two lives - Edward Thomas "The Bridge"

Lights and shades hid what has never been - Edward Thomas "The Bridge"

Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush - Edward Thomas "The Brook"

The first of insects to have earth and sun - Edward Thomas "The Brook"

Who seeks through Winter's ruins - Edward Thomas "But These Things Also"

Something to pay Winter's debts - Edward Thomas "But These Things Also"

The sun on the celandines lie redoubled - Edward Thomas "Celandine"

Found the celandines of February - Edward Thomas "Celandine"

For a short swift eternity - Edward Thomas "Celandine"

Ash-trees standing ankle-deep in brier - Edward Thomas "The Chalk-Pit"

Brier and bramble act the parts - Edward Thomas "The Chalk-Pit"

Actors and audience and lights all gone - Edward Thomas "The Chalk-Pit"

That looked at him for recognition - Edward Thomas "The Chalk-Pit"

A silent place that once rang loud - Edward Thomas "The Chalk-Pit"

Two million things for me to learn - Edward Thomas "The Child in the Orchard"

The grasshopper works at his sewing-machine - Edward Thomas "The Child on the Cliffs"

Leave your book to the grasshopper - Edward Thomas "The Child on the Cliffs"

Drowned by the voice of my dead - Edward Thomas "The Cuckoo"

Hang stars like seeds of light - Edward Thomas "The Dark Forest"

Multitudes that dwell inside - Edward Thomas "The Dark Forest"

A yard or two nearer the living air - Edward Thomas "Digging"

This roar of parleying starlings - Edward Thomas "February Afternoon"

Strike and bear the stroke - Edward Thomas "February Afternoon"

What the curlew needs not - Edward Thomas "For These"

Honoured by a few ash-trees - Edward Thomas "For These"

The skylarks are far behind - Edward Thomas "Good-Night"

With a familiar twilight echoing - Edward Thomas "Good-Night"

Completes a magic of strange welcome - Edward Thomas "Good-Night"

Built myself a house of glass - Edward Thomas "I Built Myself a House of Glass"

A language not to be betrayed - Edward Thomas "I Never Saw That Land Before"

Who answer when such whispers bid - Edward Thomas "I Never Saw That Land Before"

This drowse of heat and solitude - Edward Thomas "July"

I have come to the borders of sleep - Edward Thomas "Lights Out"

Where all must lose their way, however straight - Edward Thomas "Lights Out"

To go into the unknown I must enter and leave alone - Edward Thomas "Lights Out"

The cold burning of hail and wind - Edward Thomas "March"

Their unwilling hoard of song - Edward Thomas "March"

Water that toils no more - Edward Thomas "The Mill-Water"

Growing with rosemary and lavender - Edward Thomas "Old Man"

Served one master ill - Edward Thomas "An Old Song"

The winds blow fast as the stars are slow - Edward Thomas "Out in the Dark"

And the inn where all were kind - Edward Thomas "Over the Hills"

Nothing but the wild rain - Edward Thomas "Rain"

Born into this solitude - Edward Thomas "Rain"

Roads go on while we forget - Edward Thomas "Roads"

Sheep on the mountains of sleep - Edward Thomas "Roads"

Translate the word the cuckoo cries - Edward Thomas "She Dotes"

Crying for the bird of the snow - Edward Thomas "Snow"

Dreamless long-dead Amen-hotep lies - Edward Thomas "Swedes"

Never lost except to prove the sweetness - Edward Thomas "Tall Nettles"

Less mighty than my mind had dreamed - Edward Thomas "There Was a Time"

For what can neither ask nor heed - Edward Thomas "There Was a Time"

In the storm smoking along the wind - Edward Thomas "This Is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong"

Two witches' cauldrons roar - Edward Thomas "This Is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong"

Born of a fair November - Edward Thomas "The Thrush"

Chases the dreams of men - Edward Thomas "The Trumpet"

The stars that left unlit - Edward Thomas "The Trumpet"

Washed the eyes of the stars - Edward Thomas "The Trumpet"

Out of reach of the road's dust - Edward Thomas "Two Houses"

Riding the dark surge silently - Edward Thomas "Two Pewits"

The one sound under the sky - Edward Thomas "Two Pewits"

Plunging earthward, tossing high - Edward Thomas "Two Pewits"

Over the ghost who wonders why - Edward Thomas "Two Pewits"

Nor choose 'twixt earth and sky - Edward Thomas "Two Pewits"

When these woods were young - Edward Thomas "Under the Woods"

No garden here, apples nor mistletoe - Edward Thomas "Under the Woods"

And he had not much lead or gold - Edward Thomas "Under the Woods"

Gone out of most memories - Edward Thomas "Under the Woods"

As the rain can do without the flowers - Edward Thomas "What Will They Do?"

A hollow land as vast as heaven - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

Bounded by oak and thorn - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

Angled fields of grass and grain - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

The house was not to blame - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

Mist like chaos surging back - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

Had a garden of flint and clay - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

The one crop that never failed - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

The clay first broke my heart - Edward Thomas "Wind and Mist"

In the undefiled abyss of what can never be - Edward Thomas "The Word"

As the linnet note in the heat of Midsummer - Edward Thomas "Words"

Young as our streams after rain - Edward Thomas "Words"


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Potential Titles: John Todhunter

You plant the pain in my heart - John Todhunter "An Irish Love Song"

Through the midnight of despair - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

That hear strange lullabies - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

Sad songs of long ago - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

In their singing overflow - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

The Leaf of many Sorrows - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

Emblem of thy long patience - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"

Star of thy destined morn - John Todhunter "The Sunburst"


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Potential Titles: TC Tolbert

Letters are inseparable from loss - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [a curve billed thrasher]"

Deep enough in the ground to be called roots - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [I wish you]"

The world where you stopped - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [I wish you]"

What hands you become - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [I wish you]"

What is prayer if not quiet - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [I wish you]"

We who listen to holes - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [who has never been holy]"

Ever in the hands pulling - TC Tolbert "Dear Melissa [who has never been holy]"

Change an object simply by turning - TC Tolbert "felo-de-se-- Melissa"

One of us is lying always - TC Tolbert "felo-de-se-- Melissa"

Time's psychological and legal assault - TC Tolbert "felo-de-se-- Melissa"

Listening to ice become water - TC Tolbert "felo-de-se-- Melissa"

Burying you to keep us alive - TC Tolbert "felo-de-se-- Melissa"

Make of my body a bridge - TC Tolbert "Nine Haiku"

The finches threaten one another - TC Tolbert "Nine Haiku"

Prepare this house to receive light - TC Tolbert "Nine Haiku"

The gate is inside of me - TC Tolbert "Nine Haiku"

Holding it open with a rock - TC Tolbert "Nine Haiku"

Dust turned to waves in the desert - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

I am still listening when you stop - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

Ash aching to be reminded - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

Reaching through the face of every forest - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

In order to be incited by wind - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

Singe-scoured and full of disbelief - TC Tolbert "This Is What You Are"

A kindness of soft needles - TC Tolbert "What I really want to know is how rough, Melissa,"

The bird that threatens music - TC Tolbert "What I really want to know is how rough, Melissa,"

A well of metal triangles - TC Tolbert "What I really want to know is how rough, Melissa,"

Witness is a magnitude of vulnerability - TC Tolbert "What Space Faith Can Occupy"

A line saw itself clear to its end - TC Tolbert "What Space Faith Can Occupy"


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Potential Titles: [James] Maurice Thompson

The sun put forth a shining finger - Maurice Thompson "Blooming" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.102, June 1876]

Stir the sleeping soil to effort - Maurice Thompson "Blooming" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.102, June 1876]

Upon the germ of my heart's passion thrown - Maurice Thompson "Blooming" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.102, June 1876]

Through all my frame steal roots of pure desire - Maurice Thompson "Blooming" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.102, June 1876]

My dreams are blooms that shake and shine - Maurice Thompson "Blooming" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.102, June 1876]

This one long look must be the last - James Maurice Thompson "Solace" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.12, no.32, Nov. 1873]

Comes like the breath of a dream - James Maurice Thompson "The Song-Wind" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.89, May 1875]

Blown through the still regions of sleep - James Maurice Thompson "The Song-Wind" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.89, May 1875]

Whispers no lips can repeat - James Maurice Thompson "The Song-Wind" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.89, May 1875]

But leave me alone with my dreams - James Maurice Thompson "The Song-Wind" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.89, May 1875]

With flame of poppy flickering over it - Maurice Thompson "Sonnet [I saw a garden-bed on which there grew]" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.100, April. 1876]

Broke the flowering mesh of flaunting weeds - Maurice Thompson "Sonnet [I saw a garden-bed on which there grew]" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.100, April. 1876]

Poppied epics, flushed with blood and wrong - Maurice Thompson "Sonnet [I saw a garden-bed on which there grew]" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.100, April. 1876]

Are crushed to reach love's violets of song - Maurice Thompson "Sonnet [I saw a garden-bed on which there grew]" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.100, April. 1876]


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Potential Titles: Z.G. Tomaszewski

That shadowed wind - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Bat"

Black track of dusk - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Bat"

Not stirred from sleep - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Bear"

Wrapped in her weariness - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Bear"

Sheds something of herself - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Bear"

Ascending the rungs of clouds - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Becoming an Astronaut"

Feeling the moon's ridges - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Becoming an Astronaut"

The stone of self-control - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Big Bang as Seen on a Chrysanthemum Stone"

Gathering Myself from a Dream - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Big Bang as Seen on a Chrysanthemum Stone"

Weaving the fabric of water - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Blackberry"

Not much for shining - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Correction"

The wind's thousand thin fingers - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Correction"

The sun coming to an end - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Dead Deer"

Under the morning light's weight - Z.G. Tomaszewski "First Evening, Mooselung Pond"

A nail to the heart - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"

From which sweetness used to run - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"

After many years retired - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"

In a shadow waiting - Z.G. Tomaszewski "If I Last the Night"

To the altar of my waking - Z.G. Tomaszewski "If I Last the Night"

Married to something oracular - Z.G. Tomaszewski "If I Last the Night"

Allowed time to melt - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Lessen"

With speed and sweetness - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Manifest"

Ask the mountain - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Manifest"

Casts its inner light outward - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Manifest"

Pinch light from a darkness - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Manifest"

Liberated from the chaos - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Meditation"

Spinning another galaxy - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Morning"

Into this artery of earth - Z.G. Tomaszewski "The Poet in the Pinewoods"

Breaking the shell of water - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Running Naked"

A dominant bitterness - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Salad of Sorts"

Frost descends - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Sleep"

Wind with the last word - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Sleep"

Their sugared spice - Z.G. Tomaszewski "A Storm Divided"

Singing of the present - Z.G. Tomaszewski "A Storm Divided"

From silence we spill - Z.G. Tomaszewski "The Soul"

The shape the song takes - Z.G. Tomaszewski "The Soul"

Singers in the wings of water - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Summer Song of Lake Michigan"

In unity with the wind - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Summer Song of Lake Michigan"

The world spinning towards dusk - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Two Chairs Under an Apple Tree"


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Potential Titles: Chris Tonelli

A disappearing that knows how to proceed - Chris Tonelli "from "A Test of Company""

In a threat of forests - Chris Tonelli "from "A Test of Company""

A savant of nothing - Chris Tonelli "from "A Test of Company""

A hierarchy of satisfactions - Chris Tonelli "from "A Test of Company""

Too late to stay the same - Chris Tonelli "from "A Test of Company""


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Potential Titles: G. P. T.

As she threw a glorious halo round them - G.P.T. "Sonnet [The moon is gliding on her clear blue way]" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

The fogs which night gathers upon the earth - G.P.T. "Sonnet [The moon is gliding on her clear blue way]" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

Scatter far the darkness, doubts, and fears - G.P.T. "Sonnet [The moon is gliding on her clear blue way]" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

From out the tomb of my young misspent years - G.P.T. "Sonnet [The moon is gliding on her clear blue way]" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

Troubles assail me and dangers surround - G.P.T. "The Soul's Trust" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

The sweet buds of promise may fade - G.P.T. "The Soul's Trust" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

Permit me to be found trusting to reeds - G.P.T. "The Soul's Trust" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]

With the dim charnel gloom damply around - G.P.T. "Thaptopsis" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

And be worn in the conqueror's hall - G.P.T. "Thaptopsis" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]

The foe of grief, and the joy of the festival - G.P.T. "Thaptopsis" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]


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Potential Titles: Edwin Torres

The naked trees dressed of air - Edwin Torres "Air Is Sham for Light"

As fog around denial - Edwin Torres "Air Is Sham for Light"

I who drown the sun in time - Edwin Torres "Air Is Sham for Light"

Howling dunes across ancient bones - Edwin Torres "Bit by Bite"

Gathered by feral tomorrows - Edwin Torres "Bit by Bite"

No moon without a sun - Edwin Torres "Bit by Bite"

Through a mask of light - Edwin Torres "Bit by Bite"

And quake in shades of mutation - Edwin Torres "The Circle at One End"

A fulcrum of recognition - Edwin Torres "The Circle at One End"

In the ashes I stand on - Edwin Torres "The Circle at One End"

So necessarily broken - Edwin Torres "The Circle at One End"

Crescent sliver slips unseen - Edwin Torres "E.G. as I.E."

Talks me through dusk - Edwin Torres "E.G. as I.E."

Threadbare as a dialogue assumed - Edwin Torres "E.G. as I.E."

Your throat of granite - Edwin Torres "Ellabyrinth"

Resonate with illusion - Edwin Torres "Ellabyrinth"

Louder than the sun - Edwin Torres "Ellabyrinth"

Whose instrument is a labyrinth - Edwin Torres "Ellabyrinth"

Driven by dusk - Edwin Torres "Father Song"

My expectations answered - Edwin Torres "Hydra"

There are no fragments in the sun - Edwin Torres "Hydra"

No holes or twists of darkness visible - Edwin Torres "Hydra"

Smiling into the future - Edwin Torres "I Wanted to Say Hello to the Salseros but My Hair Was a Mess"

that time before with this time now - Edwin Torres "In Each Look Our Years"

nothing waiting to start again - Edwin Torres "In Each Look Our Years"

Stolen from where we were - Edwin Torres "Infinity Song"

The shoreline baked in golden sandstorms - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

On a fading shift of ardent erosion - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

The porous weight that follows echo - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

Trailing talk behind each tiny summit of rock - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

The secret of each other's knowing - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

Nor did I allow my witness a true flight - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

A risen consequence from the pit of what I brought - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

The horizon's volume relived as a tremor - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

To stand apart from perspective and light - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

To walk in the telling of things - Edwin Torres "The Intermission Clown"

allowing obstacle a rebirth as reason - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

perspective shifts as focus clarifies - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

looking for an orbit to call its own - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

challenge my something with surrounding nothing - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

enter the sweat of what falls before I catch it - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

attach impulse to tributary - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

my static charge of light and dusk - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

what is the water like when followed unwillingly - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

is there friction with a name for blend - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

rescue the outcome before it lands - Edwin Torres "The Law of the Apple"

Through light years of fragile diplomacy - Edwin Torres "Me No Habla Spic"

Withdrawn from the vault of language - Edwin Torres "Me No Habla Spic"

In a maturity of motion - Edwin Torres "Migration"

The chore of slaying lost souls - Edwin Torres "A Minotaur Sleeps on Shelter Island"

And sunshine splintered in petals - Edwin Torres "A Minotaur Sleeps on Shelter Island"

This time the sun was a mirage - Edwin Torres "A Minotaur Sleeps on Shelter Island"

The only thing trapped was forever - Edwin Torres "A Minotaur Sleeps on Shelter Island"

Destiny across an open desert - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

The jesters of light and magic - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

Will sell you the rain for a fair price - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

To whispers of pointed demons - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

To passers of light and dusk - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

Different phases of full moon regalia - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

As each planned path is changed - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

As obstacles continue their insistence - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

And swear to the journey ahead - Edwin Torres "Moroccan Highway"

Forever the mighty maze inflicts unchangement - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

A sly wander from the course unchosen - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

Collected breathlessly by time's stammer - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

Would have found reason for change - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

Cast in gold across a wealth of gems - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

A butterfly born of misguided hierarchy - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

Showering the trees with apprehension - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

Became an ocean for a country of smaller oceans - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

What survives will be laid bare - Edwin Torres "A Most Imperfect Start"

The possibility of shared discovery - Edwin Torres "Moth"

A texture of moving ground - Edwin Torres "Moth"

Erupting in waves of failed attempts - Edwin Torres "Moth"

In a time of relieved quality - Edwin Torres "The Necessariest"

Who is objectified by acceptance - Edwin Torres "The Necessariest"

Who is public and who is human - Edwin Torres "The Necessariest"

Obligations of conviction - Edwin Torres "The Necessariest"

In the trail of his shadow - Edwin Torres "Neptune's Elegia"

Against a wall of wind and sand - Edwin Torres "Neptune's Elegia"

What burned in his walk - Edwin Torres "Neptune's Elegia"

And ten thousand sleepy heavens - Edwin Torres "Not so Fast Food"

To inherit the coming glow - Edwin Torres "One Wave Walking to Four Phase of the Moon"

Been stilled in storm - Edwin Torres "A Season of Beens"

All pigment of natural sky - Edwin Torres "Skygrass"

All bone beyond wood - Edwin Torres "Skygrass"

Beckoning step and line - Edwin Torres "Skygrass"

Rips the heart out of sky - Edwin Torres "Skygrass"

Before Tomorrow sees him - Edwin Torres "A Story for America"

A plaything for judgement - Edwin Torres "Sutra"

Arranged by impossible history - Edwin Torres "Sutra"

Forms a rivering ribbon - Edwin Torres "Swerver Says Sweeeee"

Lose every bit of my time - Edwin Torres "Temporality at 5 a.m."

Melted blue by starlit blade - Edwin Torres "Temporality at 5 a.m."

Moon in chimes of five - Edwin Torres "Temporality at 5 a.m."

The bees throughout - Edwin Torres "Terra Quad"

Jesters in funeral gear - Edwin Torres "Terra Quad"

A smoke of contradictions - Edwin Torres "Terra Quad"

An undercurrent of hidden language - Edwin Torres "Terra Quad"

When the ground won't stop - Edwin Torres "Terra Quad"

Seer seeking sage - Edwin Torres "Territory"

Whose index has yet to rust - Edwin Torres "Territory"

Where heart indulges mind - Edwin Torres "Territory"

What friendship does to time - Edwin Torres "Territory"

Caught up with what it was - Edwin Torres "This Is Not the Conversation That I Started the Conversation With"

My people cloaked in the fumes - Edwin Torres "This Is Not the Conversation That I Started the Conversation With"

To be included in the collective we - Edwin Torres "This Is Not the Conversation That I Started the Conversation With"

The legion of clouds above - Edwin Torres "This Is Not the Conversation That I Started the Conversation With"

Casting their magic over the shooting star - Edwin Torres "This Is Not the Conversation That I Started the Conversation With"

Not grateful for your scars - Edwin Torres "Three Spots under the Shade"

The elephant and his million hands - Edwin Torres "Under Venus's Hair"

Never sleeps afraid - Edwin Torres "Under Venus's Hair"

Another chance without talking - Edwin Torres "Under Venus's Hair"

Pieces of the vase of the universe - Edwin Torres "The Vase of the Universe"

Gathers harmonies of color - Edwin Torres "The Vase of the Universe"

Jubilees dancing in the shards - Edwin Torres "The Vase of the Universe"

Scattered this to shore - Edwin Torres "The Vase of the Universe"

My salient galaxies - Edwin Torres "The Vase of the Universe"

Be the leader of a nation of woe - Edwin Torres "Viva la Viva"

I used to have a maybe - Edwin Torres "Viva la Viva"

At the door of infamy - Edwin Torres "Waiting Outside the Cafe"

Recorder of praised defeat - Edwin Torres "Waiting Outside the Cafe"

Painsong for sorcerers - Edwin Torres "Waiting Outside the Cafe"

In cloaks of unformed suns - Edwin Torres "Waiting Young with Nothing There"

A hypnosis of breath and water - Edwin Torres "Water"

A reward at bottom and at top - Edwin Torres "Water"

Born for constant motion - Edwin Torres "When Does the Game Begin"

One day for every particle of sand - Edwin Torres "When Does the Game Begin"


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Potential Titles: Natasha Trethewey

Stack up against the seasons - Natasha Trethewey "Accounting"

On the field's open page - Natasha Trethewey "Again, the Fields"

That cold house and dinner alone - Natasha Trethewey "Amateur Fighter"

Holding his body up to pain - Natasha Trethewey "Amateur Fighter"

Glowing like bottled light - Natasha Trethewey "Cameo"

The geometry of her flight - Natasha Trethewey "Carpenter Bee"

Nothing but my memory intact - Natasha Trethewey "Carpenter Bee"

His hand deep in knowledge - Natasha Trethewey "Drapery Factory, Gulfport, Mississippi, 1956"

Tokens of history long buried - Natasha Trethewey "Elegy for the Native Guards"

A parade beneath the stars - Natasha Trethewey "Expectant"

Each night a refrain - Natasha Trethewey "Expectant"

Each touch rippling to the next - Natasha Trethewey "Gathering"

And give sweetness back - Natasha Trethewey "Gathering"

Preserve handpicked days in memory - Natasha Trethewey "Gathering"

Take what we need of light - Natasha Trethewey "Gathering"

Distilling light from volatile darkness - Natasha Trethewey "Give and Take"

Taking whatever his hands will give - Natasha Trethewey "His Hands"

To the cluttered house of memory - Natasha Trethewey "Limen"

Making the green hearts flutter - Natasha Trethewey "Limen"

A world made by displacement - Natasha Trethewey "Monument"

A blister on my heart - Natasha Trethewey "Monument"

Carry his doom to sleep - Natasha Trethewey "Mythmaker"

Reinvent you a thousand times - Natasha Trethewey "Mythmaker"

And shape them in creation - Natasha Trethewey "Mythmaker"

The landscape's song of bondage - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"

Both path and destination of freedom - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"

Red with the promise of fortune - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"

Between silences too big for words - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"

Exiles in their own homeland - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"

The rough edge of beauty - Natasha Trethewey "Photograph: Ice Storm, 1971"

As one turns, forgetting, from the past - Natasha Trethewey "Pilgrimage"

The dead stand up in stone - Natasha Trethewey "Pilgrimage"

And see nothing but dark - Natasha Trethewey "Saturday Drive"

Just above the noise - Natasha Trethewey "Self-Employment, 1970"

Blossoming like afterthought - Natasha Trethewey "South"

Each flower a surrender - Natasha Trethewey "South"

Holding the ghosts of generations - Natasha Trethewey "South"

Strain against motion - Natasha Trethewey "Three Photographs"

Like some distant Monday - Natasha Trethewey "Three Photographs"


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Potential Titles: David Trinidad

court rats in the empty pool - David Trinidad "The afterlife of fame"

languishing as ghost of her famous self - David Trinidad "The afterlife of fame"

and doors shorn of locks - David Trinidad "The afterlife of fame"

fresh as an uncut sheet cake - David Trinidad "9773 Comanche Ave."

suburb of identical, pillow-mint homes - David Trinidad "9773 Comanche Ave."

roller skate down the new sidewalk - David Trinidad "9773 Comanche Ave."

Yet endowed with confidence - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Full of longing and confusion - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Lit you from within - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Of heartbreak and infatuation - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

That some of your stardust might travel - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Dance out of the darkness - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Circle circling circle - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"

Never turn down a sedative - David Trinidad "Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera"


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Potential Titles: Lewis McKenzie Turner

Worn smooth by precedent - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

To equip and grade thy purging fire - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

With crowning brilliancy and rich rewards untaxed - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

With empty schemes of praise - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

Tart speech and full-ripe reason - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

Cataracts of seething, living action - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

Of lightning's use and speed - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"

Seasoned with sorrows and blasted hopes - Lewis McKenzie Turner "Quartz from the Uplands"


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Potential Titles: Katherine Tynan

And thyme to scent the winter through - Katharine Tynan "The Choice"

Cherries in nets against the wall - Katharine Tynan "The Choice"

A sheet of golden water, cold and sweet - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

The young moon with her head in veils - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

So still against a sky of daffodil - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

Fields where my happy heart had rest - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

I shall remember them at peace - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

I shall remember them with tears - Katharine Tynan "Farewell"

Gone was the bitter day - Katherine Tynan "The Little Ghost"

Heard her heart's blood drip - Katherine Tynan "The Little Ghost"

Her tears that burnt like fire - Katherine Tynan "The Little Ghost"

In the nurseries of Heaven - Katherine Tynan "The Little Ghost"

Tired of planets and suns - Katherine Tynan "The Making of Birds"

Tossed them loose to the sun and the wind - Katherine Tynan "The Making of Birds"

Like harps the wind plays out of sight - Katherine Tynan "The Old House"

Home from the night and rain - Katherine Tynan "The Old House"

Silver as the moon is pale - Katherine Tynan "The Riders"

Soundless in the flaming light - Katherine Tynan "The Riders"

Naught is left of her renown - Katherine Tynan "The Riders"

Through the gold hours dreameth - Katherine Tynan "Shamrock Song"

Her breath of honey and spice - Katherine Tynan "Shamrock Song"

When summer died last year - Katherine Tynan "Shamrock Song"

April airs were abroad - Katherine Tynan "Sheep and Lambs"

Had neither fire nor candle-light - Katharine Tynan "A Song of Christmas"

Plucked them stars out of the sky - Katharine Tynan "A Song of Christmas"

Had no need of moons and suns - Katharine Tynan "A Song of Christmas"

Heard the brown thrush mourning - Katherine Tynan "Wild Geese"

As the swallow flies to the Summer - Katherine Tynan "Wild Geese"

And my heart is the empty nest - Katherine Tynan "Wild Geese"

Roses in the sky, roses in the sea - Katherine Tynan "Winter Sunset"

Bowers of scarlet sky-roses - Katherine Tynan "Winter Sunset"

All this sky a rose-garden - Katherine Tynan "Winter Sunset"

Rose and fire together - Katherine Tynan "Winter Sunset"

Burning roses in a garden - Katherine Tynan "Winter Sunset"


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Potential Titles: Matthew Thorburn

Beneath the haze of a century's smoke - Matthew Thorburn "The Angel and the Lady"

A sparrow on the motel bed - Matthew Thorburn "An Annunciation"

They take the sky with them - Matthew Thorburn "Birds before Winter"

The deer rise from the mist - Matthew Thorburn "Come Back to Tell Us"

Gleams in the deep bottom of a well - Matthew Thorburn "Forgotten Until You Find It"

Because someone blew out the candle - Matthew Thorburn "Forgotten Until You Find It"

Nearly equal measures of hope - Matthew Thorburn "Forgotten Until You Find It"

You can only count that backwards - Matthew Thorburn "Go Together Come Apart"

Gray light on an unmade bed - Matthew Thorburn "Gray Light on an Unmade Bed"

A few words whispered at dusk - Matthew Thorburn "Gray Light on an Unmade Bed"

These dogs once hunted polar bears - Matthew Thorburn "How We Found Our Way"

Drowning in facts and relics - Matthew Thorburn "Like Hours of Rain on Piles of Brown Leaves"

A starry sky above the pyramids - Matthew Thorburn "Like Hours of Rain on Piles of Brown Leaves"

Rereading the many translations of water - Matthew Thorburn "Loneliness in Jersey City"

A voice in the tired afternoon - Matthew Thorburn "Loneliness in Jersey City"

The candles crossed like swords - Matthew Thorburn "Relic"

Habits strengthened by time - Matthew Thorburn "A Speck in the Air"

To the thin wire of horizon - Matthew Thorburn "A Speck in the Air"

Frail light still burning - Matthew Thorburn "These Days"

Anoint my neck and cheeks with espresso - Matthew Thorburn "This is What the City Smells Like?"

Made of loops and lines - Matthew Thorburn "Wouldn't Hold"

To unravel the string of the world - Matthew Thorburn "Wouldn't Hold"


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Potential Titles: Morris Tyler

Scrawled out in blood and carousel - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

Love and the brine of the north wind - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

Ancient conspiracy ran to our doors - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

Born of a vision-mad organist - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

Caught a flash of eternity - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

That bind the mystery of Circe's lips - Morris Tyler "Lament"

The playground of youth and of ghostly tradition - Morris Tyler "Under the Arch I Passed"


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Potential Titles: Jane Taylor

In oblique shadows on the walls - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"

To rob the velvet of its hue - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"

That carved this fretted door - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"

Endless prayers in stone - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"

To occupy the vaults below - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"

To join the final rendezvous - Jane Taylor "The Squire's Pew"


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Potential Titles: Thomas Tickell

Blame not her silence - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

That dust to dust conveyed - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

Afflict this alienated heart - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

To the bowers of bliss conveyed - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

To hear bold seraphs tell - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

Mixed with milder cherubim - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

To glow in hymns of love - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

Second in the unfinished song - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"

No chance could sever - Thomas Tickell "To the Earl of Warwick, on the Death of Addison"


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Potential Titles: W.J. Turner

And scarred with many a knock - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

The stars flew by the cave's wide door - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

The clouds wild trumpets blew - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

Trees rose in wild dreams from the earth - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

The wind played in his trembling soul - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

Faintly on the stone symbols of his desire - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

Chase through endless forests dark - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

In which he drew his soul's exalted cry - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

And strength flowed to him from the sky - W.J. Turner "The Caves of Auvergne"

Thin spectres sucked forth by the moon - W.J. Turner "Death"

All the pale stars down bright rivers wept - W.J. Turner "Death"

Where worlds of circling light arise and fade - W.J. Turner "Death"

Drowned in multitudinous shouts of rain - W.J. Turner "Death"

The ghost that's in his bones dreams in the sodden clay - W.J. Turner "Death"

Out of their myriad sky-embracing veins - W.J. Turner "Death"

Meeting Death riding in from the hollow seas - W.J. Turner "Death"

One moment fled out of immortal lands - W.J. Turner "Death"

Death flickered in an owl's far cry - W.J. Turner "Death"

Floated soundless in the great gulf of space - W.J. Turner "Death"

Who grieves amid earth's dying leaves - W.J. Turner "Death"

Passing on his temporal elm-wood bier - W.J. Turner "Death"

The surging dark will flow over my hopes - W.J. Turner "Death"

Hands to feel the forests and the dark nights - W.J. Turner "Ecstasy"

Behind the purple bloom of the horizon - W.J. Turner "Ecstasy"

Naked, pure, and grave, unbroken silence - W.J. Turner "Ecstasy"

When rain is lying in shattered bright pools - W.J. Turner "Ecstasy"

Voices too fine for any mortal mind - W.J. Turner "Ecstasy"

Upon a dark ball spun in Time - Walter J. Turner "Giraffe and Tree"

A wind of shining ebony in Time's bright glass - Walter J. Turner "Giraffe and Tree"

On the dark pavements of the sky - W.J. Turner "Kent in War"

Where the thin silver soul of the stars silently dances - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Forming a gesturing circle beneath the Moon - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Troubling the still soft swarms of fallen stars - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Hollow the world in the moonlit hour - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Hang across the sky like solid limbs of night - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Dug from still quarries of grey-black air - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

The purple and golden blooms of the sun - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Still intangible power floats out of the sky - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Passed like fleeting dreams - Walter J. Turner "Romance"

Walked in a great golden dream - Walter J. Turner "Romance"

Thin fading dreams by day - Walter J. Turner "Romance"

Deep in the gloom of days of isolation - W.J. Turner "Soldier in a Small Camp"

When stars are singing in dark ecstasy - W.J. Turner "Soldier in a Small Camp"

A thin, metallic echo of human song - W.J. Turner "Soldier in a Small Camp"


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Potential Titles: Eunice Tietjens

In the strong loins of time - Eunice Tietjens "Children of War"

What of pain among the dead - Eunice Tietjens "To Jake"

Beckon across the years - Eunice Tietjens "To Jake"

Formless as the night wind's moan - Eunice Tietjens "To Jake"

From my life's outer orbit - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

The night that bounds my knowledge - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Pierced through by far-off singing planets - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Sweet voices come to me like light - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Grown tangible and true - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Had loved your distant voice - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Shot through with beauty and with tears - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Woven magic of the wistful years - Eunice Tietjens "To S"

Buried deep and buried rough - Eunice Tietjens "Winter Rain"


Poised like a panther on a bough - Eloise Briton "The Acrobat"

The hushed air tense as a cry - Eloise Briton "The Acrobat"

Behind my mask of life - Eloise Briton "The Two Flames"

Expands in new infinities - Eloise Briton "The Two Flames"

To drink of silence like a golden cup - Eloise Briton "The Two Flames"

With wine of sweet companionship - Eloise Briton "The Two Flames"

Nor any thirst can drain - Eloise Briton "The Two Flames"


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Potential Titles: H.T. Tuckerman

Frozen monuments of high desires - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

On their golden sheaves the quivering dew - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Piles aerial down the tide of dreams - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

And then in sparkling mirth dissolve - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

That Endymion sighed to yield his spirit - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Allays the immortal thirst it cannot slake - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Sweet trophy of life's morning - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Dropped from the gleanings of relentless time - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

From thy dainty chalice steals the balm - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Glow voluptuous of the damask rose - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Symbol of what is cherished and untold - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

As casual blessings the forlorn requite - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Delight to cheer each pensive exile - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

As of a thing too winsome to decay - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Laertes at his sister's grave bids violets spring - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The fond beaming of a northern eye - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Reached the haven of love's wayward tide - H.T. Tuckerman "To the Violet" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

That we dally with hearts till their treasures are ours - H.T. Tuckerman "[You call us inconstant]" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

As bees drink the sweets from a cluster of flowers - H.T. Tuckerman "[You call us inconstant]" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

From our pathway forlorn can we banish the dove - H.T. Tuckerman "[You call us inconstant]" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

Tear the fresh rose from the garland of youth - H.T. Tuckerman "[You call us inconstant]" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]

As the hunter will pause on the precipice brink - H.T. Tuckerman "[You call us inconstant]" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.3, Sept. 1842]


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Potential Titles: Ali Trotta

Once, you handed me half a heart - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

As if love could be contained in glass - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

A silver bullet against every demon you fashioned - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

Displayed as truth, a weapon, a warning - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

But you cornered the wrong monster - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

Offered honey but arrived with too much grief - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

A gift of quicksand kisses, a ruin of howling - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

The ghost of love conjured as fruit - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

This stone river knows what you have done - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

A cadre of shame brandishing knives - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

And you abandoned the wrong Fate - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

Your chest vacant and clockless - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

Ribs perfectly arranged around the emptiness - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

A dark hymn only the damned will ever hear - Ali Trotta "The Devil You Know"

Don't blink, don't move, don't fear - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

Nightmares of bones and snarl - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

Always seeking mouths for drowning - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

Self-righteous, fragile in the way of water - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

And you have fury as well as faith - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

When the singing of sirens starts - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

Be the myth and the rock and the lighthouse - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

A reminder to set the spell down word after word - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

To be a warning to all those who might forget - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

To summon hope even in the gathered dark - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]

Conjure the truth into being, set it in stone - Ali Trotta "Of Water, Always Seeking" [Strange Horizons 13 Jan. 2025]


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Potential Titles: Herbert Trench

The men of dust hear bugles, breaking - Herbert Trench "I Heard a Soldier"

That then the last high trumpet pours - Herbert Trench "I Heard a Soldier"

Shall softer than the dawn come stealing - Herbert Trench "I Heard a Soldier"

What grief of love had he to stifle - Herbert Trench "I Heard a Soldier"

Silver groves of candles playing - Herbert Trench "Musing on a Great Soldier"

The soft wine turned to bloom - Herbert Trench "Musing on a Great Soldier"

The cloudy pall of the lifted shreds of glory - Herbert Trench "Musing on a Great Soldier"


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Potential Titles: Thomas Traherne

How like an Angel came I down - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"

How bright were all things here - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"

How their Glory me did crown - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"

The stars did entertain my sense - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"

Mine eyes did everywhere behold - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"

Great wonders clothed with glory - Thomas Traherne "Wonder"


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Potential Titles: Donald Towers

As they stand in this future catacomb - Donald Towers "A Headline Ripped from a Past, Present, and Future Issue of Anachronistic New America"

A Big-Top tent turned fallout zone - Donald Towers "A Headline Ripped from a Past, Present, and Future Issue of Anachronistic New America"

Because comedy wasn't feeding him - Donald Towers "A Headline Ripped from a Past, Present, and Future Issue of Anachronistic New America"

The smiling bright light lure over the maw of the abyss - Donald Towers "A Headline Ripped from a Past, Present, and Future Issue of Anachronistic New America"

This clown's sharp teeth and jeering bite - Donald Towers "A Headline Ripped from a Past, Present, and Future Issue of Anachronistic New America"


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Potential Titles: Rodrigo Toscano

An array of nano-differences would emerge - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

Gears towards its own sun - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

The minimally required deception - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

To sun not its own but felt as its own - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

The nerve endings of tendons are fueled by the sun - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

Happily venerating the sun among gnats - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

Curiously awaiting what moonlight might bring - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"

What creature companions might emerge - Rodrigo Toscano "Habilitas"


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Potential Titles: S.R. Tombran

And the tired forest catches fire - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Apocalypse, at sunset - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Brilliant orange strikes the sky - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Mushroom clouds cluster along the crimson horizon - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Shake crisp leaves from long-dead trees - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Gods tangled in humanity - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Forgoing palaces for catacombs - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Sink holes consume fields of gold - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

The wise man builds his house nowhere - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Split moon cuts the fearless gloom - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Resurrecting sunken ships - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"

Ships bound for nonexistent promised lands - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"


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Potential Titles: Miguel Teurbe Tolón

Hard my path on earth is closed - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut

Light is dead within my heart - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut

Clay and spirit must now part - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut

Shed no more celestial bliss - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut

Birds will chant my requiem wild - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut

And dew-drops fall for tears alone - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut


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Potential Titles: Sarah Titus

And stare at us from darkened corners - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

They slink from daydreams to shadows - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

And not a nightmare with peeling faces - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Agree to burrow deep into this illusion - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Look coldly at us with their frostbitten eyes - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Quote each stuttered word - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Because someone has to teach us life's bite - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Our might against their glacial certainty - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Wrapped in their ashen light - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"

Bound in their unceasing disappointment - Sarah Titus "The Angels Sip Manhattans Wearing the Faces of Our Dead"


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Potential Titles: M.E. Thropp

When brave hearts bleed and faint ones break - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Iberia's brood with iron sway kept down - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Then spear and lance were left to rust - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Oppression's long dark night of pain - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Bright sun dispelled the gloom of rolling centuries - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Stern oracles the while spoke ever deep and slow - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The faith thrice broken that incurred Columbia's vengeful sword - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Again the stranger's echoing tread - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The foe that first beheld thy towers - M.E. Thropp "The City of Mexico. Written While the War Was Pending" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]


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Potential Titles: Henry David Thoreau

To call your distant soul their own - Henry David Thoreau "The Atlantides"

Friendly thoughts were cliffs to me - Henry David Thoreau "The Departure"

The bells are booming on either hand - Henry David Thoreau "Ding Dong"

Some grains of night tincture the noontide air - Henry David Thoreau "The Fall of the Leaf"

The jay screams through the chestnut wood - Henry David Thoreau "The Fall of the Leaf"

These rough burrs my heirlooms - Henry David Thoreau "The Fall of the Leaf"

Which bravely wait the charge of Winter's cavalry - Henry David Thoreau "The Fall of the Leaf"

To place my gains beyond the reach of tides - Henry David Thoreau "The Fisher's Boy"

Who trained his eye to look beneath - Henry David Thoreau "Free Love"

By the decrees of fate from year to year - Henry David Thoreau "Friendship"

No trivial bridge of words - Henry David Thoreau "Friendship"

Its sad knell rolls to many hearths - Henry David Thoreau "The Funeral Bell"

When life contracts into a vulgar span - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"

Chequers the shade with her forerunning light - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"

Which on such golden memories can lean - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"

Woven of Nature's richest stuffs - Henry David Thoreau "Haze"

Keep your realms and your circumscribed power - Henry David Thoreau "Independence"

To all true wants Time's ear is deaf - Henry David Thoreau "Independence"

All the clothes which outward nature wears - Henry David Thoreau "The Inward Morning"

Though all the Fates should prove unkind - Henry David Thoreau "Lines [Though all the Fates should prove unkind]"

Till fields of ice her course confine - Henry David Thoreau "Lines [Though all the Fates should prove unkind]"

That I may not disappoint myself - Henry David Thoreau "My Prayer"

With autumn gales my race is run - Henry David Thoreau "Nature's Child"

Winter is lurking within my moods - Henry David Thoreau "Nature's Child"

Venice and Naples learned their part - Henry David Thoreau "A River Scene"

Her young disciples leaves behind - Henry David Thoreau "A River Scene"

Their thoughts conversing with the sky - Henry David Thoreau "Rumors from an Aeolian Harp"

A parcel of vain strivings tied by a chance bond - Henry David Thoreau "Sic Vita"

A bunch of violets without their roots - Henry David Thoreau "Sic Vita"

A wisp of straw once coiled about their shoots - Henry David Thoreau "Sic Vita"

Shadowy form of midnight vision - Henry David Thoreau "Smoke"

And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame - Henry David Thoreau "Smoke"

Making slow acquaintance with the day - Henry David Thoreau "Smoke in Winter"

Mind intent to wield the early axe - Henry David Thoreau "Smoke in Winter"

For I will be her champion new - Henry David Thoreau "Stanzas [Away! Away! Away! Away!]"

The civil sun drying earth's tears - Henry David Thoreau "The Thaw"

To thaw and trickle with the melting snow - Henry David Thoreau "The Thaw"

Well-nigh extinct under man's fickle care - Henry David Thoreau "To a Stray Fowl"

While the relentless shade draws on its veil - Henry David Thoreau "To a Stray Fowl"

Which make the best philosophy untrue - Henry David Thoreau "Winter Memories"

Against the arrows of the coming sun - Henry David Thoreau "Winter Memories"

The blue-jay screams in angry mood - Henry David Thoreau "A Winter Scene"


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Potential Titles: James Thomson

Why evoke the spectres of black night - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

To blot the sunshine of exultant years - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Break the seals of mute despair unbidden - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

The bitter old and wrinkled truth - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Because it gives some sense of power and passion - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Those who deem their happiness of worth - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

On our sweet earth and in their unplaced sky - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Whose faith and hopes are dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Travels the same wild paths though out of sight - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

To any who divined it not before - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

The lucid morning's fragrant breath - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Life is but a dream whose shapes return - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Great ruins of an unremembered past - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Are found within its precincts vast - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Amidst the soundless solitudes immense - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

One mourner to a thousand dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

The rich dark clusters of the Vine of Death - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Erase the signs and figures of the circling hours - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"

Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

And sing the glories of the circling year - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

Amid the flux of many thousand years - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

The doubtful empire of the night - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

As with a chain indissoluble bound - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

A trembling variance of revolving hues - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]

Projecting horror on the blacken'd flood - James Thomson "Summer" [Harper's New Monthly v.4 June 1851]


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Potential Titles: Nancy Ellis Taylor

Boxes bearing the names of lost department stores - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Holding black candles and waiting - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Waiting for a bus that would never come - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Fleeing night creatures undoing themselves above the streetlights - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Smoke and mystery waiting for an emergency rescue - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Rise away with the celluloid spirits - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Moving on from their custom mausoleums - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Poured through the soot in the street cracks - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"

Producing a taxi from litter and latter day grief - Nancy Ellis Taylor "Voodoo Corner Bus Stop"


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Potential Titles: Luci Tapahonso

In an arc of quiet solace - Luci Tapahonso "This Morning"

Birds' chirping along the hidden acacia - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

Alights on the cross of the wooden clothesline - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

Brims with memories of our long sisterhood - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

Surrounded by tall stands of elm and cottonwood - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

Bare, brown branches stark against the deep, blue sky - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

Watch the snow fall in layers - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

In a serene cocoon of memories - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"

All our conversations and laughter are silent - Luci Tapahonso "Wooden Window Frames"


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Potential Titles: Ojo Taiye

if hunger abides in your blood - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

painted with blood & constant fear - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

without pretending that home is an open prison - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

eulogy of a body in prayer - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

what century fell at your door? - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

when you climbed out from a garlic clove - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

planted at the rupture of a root - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

a certain rooftop not far from collapse - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

see a stigma of stars falling across dark fields - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"

each new days i show my garnet arms - Ojo Taiye "Elegiac: Unfinished Draft of Hauwa Liman's Humanitarian Work"


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Potential Titles: John B. Tabb

The night has thrice denied the glory of the Sun - John B. Tabb "At Cock-Crow"

A carcanet with all the rainbow splendor set - John B. Tabb "A Carcanet" [Lippincott's Magazine, Oct. 1885]

Of diamonds that drink the sun - John B. Tabb "A Carcanet" [Lippincott's Magazine, Oct. 1885]

Where blooms the tender amethyst - John B. Tabb "A Carcanet" [Lippincott's Magazine, Oct. 1885]

Rekindling each a hidden spark - John B. Tabb "A Carcanet" [Lippincott's Magazine, Oct. 1885]

Unquenched by buried ages dark - John B. Tabb "A Carcanet" [Lippincott's Magazine, Oct. 1885]

We have wedded the winds to-day - John B. Tabb "A Cavalcade"

And home with the rovers we ride - John B. Tabb "A Cavalcade"

When the sparks are upward gone - John B. Tabb "Chimney Stacks"

Heavy with the balm of night - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

The languid lids of lethargy unfold - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

The tale of Yesterday retold - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

An echo wakened from the western height - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

Of legends that forgotten ages keep in twilight - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

Where the sundering shoals of day vex the dim sails - John B. Tabb "Dawn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, Nov. 1889]

Rabbits' feet shod with racing rhyme - John B. Tabb "Hare-Bells"

Rabbits count the hours no more - John B. Tabb "Hare-Bells"

With chill December beside the evening fire - John B. Tabb "An Interview"

Where the vapours dream the sunlit hours away - John B. Tabb "Jack-o'-Lantern"

A chime to the strenuous wave of life - John B. Tabb "A Sea-Sound" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

Each requiem tone as it dies - John B. Tabb "A Sea-Sound" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

Ebb and flow to the rhyme of Eternity - John B. Tabb "A Sea-Sound" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Aug. 1878]

That float as an embodied dream along - J.B. Tabb "Shelley" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, July 1880]

In the dole that haunts the west wind - J.B. Tabb "Shelley" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, July 1880]

Where Ozymandius the strong lies in colossal ruin - J.B. Tabb "Shelley" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.26, July 1880]

Collecting the tax on honey and wax - John B. Tabb "The Tax-Gatherer"

Can feed each hungry minute - John B. Tabb "The Time-Brood"

A lurid tarn that glassed the brow of night - John B. Tabb "The Vision of the Tarn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Sept. 1878]

Enamored of the dream below - John B. Tabb "The Vision of the Tarn" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Sept. 1878]


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Potential Titles: Dylan Thomas

Shall have stars at elbow and foot - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"

And the unicorn evils run them through - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"

Mad and dead as nails - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"

Lifts its head to the blows of the rain - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"

Age should burn and rage - Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night"

Because their words had forked no lightning - Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night"

Who caught and sang the sun in flight - Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night"

There on the sad height - Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night"

With your fierce tears - Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night"

Trail with daisies and barley - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

Down the rivers of the windfall light - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

Golden in the mercy of his means - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

The calves sang to my horn - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

In the pebbles of the holy streams - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

The tunes from the chimneys - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

The owls were bearing the farm away - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

After the birth of the simple light - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

The spellbound horses walking warm - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

On to the fields of praise - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

Honoured among foxes and pheasants - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

Raced through the house of high hay - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

By the shadow of my hand - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

Sang in my chains like the sea - Dylan Thomas "Fern Hill"

That blasts the roots of trees - Dylan Thomas "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower"

Bent by the same wintry fever - Dylan Thomas "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower"

Lay the gold tithings barren - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Setting no store by harvest - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

And drown the cargoed apples - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Sour the boiling honey - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

The frigid threads of doubt and dark - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

The signal moon is zero in their voids - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

With quartered shades of sun and moon - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

The pulse of summer in the ice - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Green of the seaweeds' iron - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Choke the deserts with her tides - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Cross our foreheads with the holly - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

The sons of flint and pitch - Dylan Thomas "I see the boys of summer"

Exercised in the still night - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

When only the moon rages - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

With all their griefs in their arms - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

Not for ambition or bread - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

Trade of charms on the ivory stages - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

The common wages of their most secret heart - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

Write on these spindrift pages - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

With their nightingales and psalms - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

Who pay no praise or wages - Dylan Thomas "In my craft or sullen art"

In a smile the oil of tears - Dylan Thomas "Light breaks where no sun shines"

The skinning gales unpin the winter's robes - Dylan Thomas "Light breaks where no sun shines"

Where thoughts smell in the rain - Dylan Thomas "Light breaks where no sun shines"

The photograph is married to the eye - Dylan Thomas "Our eunuch dreams"

One-sided skins of truth - Dylan Thomas "Our eunuch dreams"

Tooth and tail and cobweb drum - Dylan Thomas "Poem [Your breath was shed]"

To hide the wolves of sleep - Dylan Thomas "Poem [Your breath was shed]"

The round Zion of the water bead - Dylan Thomas "A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London"

Secret by the unmourning water - Dylan Thomas "A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London"


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Potential Titles: Francis Thompson

Nor to use heaven's champaign - Francis Thompson "All Flesh"

One grass-blade in its veins - Francis Thompson "All Flesh"

Smoothed earth's furrowed face - Francis Thompson "Daisy"

Grapes of the heaven's star-loaden vine - Francis Thompson "The Dread of Height"

Ask where all the angels were - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"

For my house all made of sky - Francis Thompson "Ex Ore Infantium"

Down the arches of the years - Francis Thompson "The Hound of Heaven"

The fish soar to find the ocean - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"

The eagle plunge to find the air - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"

Where the wheeling systems darken - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"

The traffic of Jacob's ladder - Francis Thompson "The Kingdom of God"

Their kings a broken brood - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"

When night was on the waters - Francis Thompson "Lilium Regis"

Where no star its breath can draw - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Thrice three times it was enwalled - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

A singing that has chords of weeping - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Pierce thy heart to find the key - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Only what none else would keep - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Learn to water joy with tears - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

When earth and heaven lay down their veil - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

All things by immortal power - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Not stir a flower without troubling of a star - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

Shield and mirror to the fair snake-curled Pain - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

With emerald from our mortal mornings grey - Francis Thompson "The Mistress of Vision"

An ambuscade of lights - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"

In its own fourfold embrace - Francis Thompson "New Year's Chimes"

With His hammer of wind - Francis Thompson "To a Snowflake"

Swung into its azure roads again - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

Giver of golden days - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

Implores a poet's power - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

To blossom from my dust - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

Keep the vigils of the night - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

A golden crevice in the sky - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

Search with unaccustomed glance - Francis Thompson "To My Godchild--Francis M. W. M."

Thickened with inundating dark - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

In phantom flame of flag and flower - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

As might suit a pageant of the dead - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Binding up wounds, but pouring in no balm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

A cup of milk and honey blent with fire - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Where the sole-thoughted Dante waited him - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Who led the iron-throated harmonies of war - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Against the outgoing sea of ebbing mystery - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

When thy cities flake the night with flames - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Fair right of jubilee is thine - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"

Whom these portents warn but not alarm - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"


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Potential Titles: Bogi Takács

Trying to leverage this slippery trait of memory - Bogi Takács "The Person Who Reminds the Other Person to Cast a Spell"

A rainbow tapework as a token of goodbye - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

A stroke of light in my consciousness - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Whispers your words in sensations of taste and delicate touch - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Contrails tracing messages to bear-cubs and insects - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Aged monuments left behind by warlocks - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

White-hot glorious pain and a brash bronze pleasure - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Fiberglass caverns lit by crystal clouds - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Across the deep blue of conceptual space - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Deep down in my mind where it all turns inside out - Bogi Takács "A Self-Contained Riot of Lights"

Construct a scene around an illusion - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

Outside the window spring is gathering force - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

Through the searing pain of the divine influx - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

To do battle and call the angels, like comrades, by name - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

Convoluted Enochian cyphers occupying and freeing up the mind - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

From the divine warriors of your kind - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

Constantly destroyed by the closeness of the sacred - Bogi Takács "Torah and Secular Learning"

At the time of liberation and crisis - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Generations past in the face of what is yet to be - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

The baseline of your memories shifts - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Any wrongs are products of your own mind - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Mine your memories for ore and liberation - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Resounds with the purpose of generations past - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Creating a memorial from repurposed fragments - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

The unsettling space inside became embedded in your core - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Reminding you of past missteps - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Take up the mantle but beware the war - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]

Preconceptions dug in stone and atmosphere - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]


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Potential Titles: Keith Taylor

In that space granted by a woodpecker - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Disappears on the far side of a dying elm - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Prayed to avian gods we don't believe in - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

That one immeasurable moment at sunset - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Among our fragile, vanishing gifts - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Kicking stones across the temple yard - Keith Taylor "Aegina: After School"

Did we invent the beneficence of owls - Keith Taylor "After Goya's Dream"

Buried behind a thin layer of clouds - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

The blue moon wanes into another cold month - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

Still, light rises all night long - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

Free to invent whatever tales you need - Keith Taylor "All the Time You Want"

Thunder rolling like irony across this rainless land - Keith Taylor "Almost Storm"

Lively as a knife deep in their humid lungs - Keith Taylor "Apologia"

The shiver and the fear just before a thaw - Keith Taylor "Apologia"

Hiding just past the edge of my loneliness - Keith Taylor "Banff: Running Away"

Some overzealous botanist might travel there to collect the last flower - Keith Taylor "Between Home and Isle Royale"

Among things quick and shimmering in the light - Keith Taylor "The Biblical Allotment"

Even after the mosquitoes hit - Keith Taylor "Botanists in Love"

A breeze pushed back and sideways against rocks - Keith Taylor "Canoeing Against the Wind"

Satellites have plotted every wave - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

Have mapped every centimeter and shipwreck - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

A few trout in streams that never freeze - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

And claim to love the wind and winter - Keith Taylor "Chasing the Ancient Murrelet"

A river that drains the abandoned factories - Keith Taylor "Chasing the Ancient Murrelet"

Until the wind turns from the west - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

A dance in the wind at water's edge - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

A hand chisels letters into the wind - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

To learn the advanced methods for counting breath - Keith Taylor "Class Jumping at Chateau Lake Louise"

Feel nothing but the wind rush past my ears - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

And act as if the world loved only me - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Get carried away by new rivers - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

A small cairn and tobacco from a broken cigarette - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Calling up its brothers and sisters from the Earth's hot core - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

If the world becomes so bright we can't see the stars - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

On the sixth new moon of each bright year - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

And dance quietly beneath temporary stars - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Arguing all night about apocalypse - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

All this longing for the end of the world - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Cement cracking under the slow pressure of weeds - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

If I had the tongues of angels, what would I say - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

A perfect diamond to hold in memory - Keith Taylor "Condoms, Abandoned on the Park Bench"

Threw their heads back and whispered to the stars - Keith Taylor "Condoms, Abandoned on the Park Bench"

If the sound rises from our dreams - Keith Taylor "The Cull"

The air sparkling with prisms reflected off oak and spruce - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

Trees uprooted by the splendor of ice - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

Watching electrical arcs illuminating the yard - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

All those old stories about your burning rivers - Keith Taylor "Dear Erie"

Rafts of ducks diving for mollusks and fish - Keith Taylor "Dear Erie"

We are fed impossible raspberries by a goldfinch - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

We kiss in the shade cast by a kingfisher - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

Offer nothing but the spectacle of joy - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

Honeycombed with delicate coral branches - Keith Taylor "Drummond Island Fossils"

From the floor of an ocean we can't imagine - Keith Taylor "Drummond Island Fossils"

Stay home to fight invading aphids - Keith Taylor "The 8:35 Bus"

Learn the proper way to band a fire - Keith Taylor "The 8:35 Bus"

Disappearing into all the miles between us - Keith Taylor "The Failure of Imagination"

Though we may have fewer ghosts - Keith Taylor "The Fit in West Clare"

Still slowly growing in memory of summer - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

Here, in the one place we were told never to visit - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

The raw food we were told never to touch - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

To help us remember the names we've lost - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

The plants have outlasted our indifference - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Passing unnoticed among dunes or woodland marshes - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Carries of the rattle of woodpeckers - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

To coax up ephemerals in spring - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

And wonder more than the condition of our loss - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Reminders that metaphor is real - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

With the effort to relearn these names - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Deadheading flowers after their first blooming - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"

Prepared at the cusp of summer - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"

Uncurled in a basalt crack below spruce - Keith Taylor "The Guest Cabin"

Where the wail and tremolo of loon song collect - Keith Taylor "The Guest Cabin"

The still shimmering plastic shards of the Anthropocene - Keith Taylor "I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes"

Great horned owls have not returned to the heron rookery - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Sixteen clumps of sticks woven high into the oaks - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Until herons returned in spring to claim their place - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Couldn't talk about without slicing at each other - Keith Taylor "In Spite of Myself"

Bitter and certain of our ideas - Keith Taylor "In Spite of Myself"

The house I made by braiding branches together - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

I still carry the weight of today's work - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

Listening through the hiss of flames - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

Their tracks lost in the storm - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Not to celebrate anything without reservation - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Alive again under fragile light - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Just silhouettes now against the evening sky - Keith Taylor "Landscape, 1963: The Rocks"

Vanishing between the last barbed-wire fence and the sun - Keith Taylor "Landscape, 1963: The Rocks"

Measured by an eye that's hidden above - Keith Taylor "Landscape of Fear"

Out here at the end of a lonely peninsula - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Not once caring about honor - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Nestled in a bowl of basalt and blueberries - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Not a memory of death this time - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Carrying a stolen spot of my blood - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Two more datapoints to prove some things last - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Broke into the shards that would cut us for a dozen years - Keith Taylor "Litter on the Narrative Arc"

Pick apart bark from a dying birch - Keith Taylor "Litter on the Narrative Arc"

Seep out between horizons of gravel and clay - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

And water running freely past the remnants - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

Toward the last green barrier island - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

Barrier island that shields us from a dark horizon - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

The true gate to paradise is on an island - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Protected by seven months of cold and ice - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

I limped too close to night and too far - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Attacking the necessary and impenetrable wall - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Just flitting around the eye's corner - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Catching quick moments of sunlight - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Crows in the volunteer hickory sapling - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

The only crisp distinction in the storm - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

First flicker drumming on a dead ash - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

At the tail end of a harsh winter - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Disappearing one warm night when I forget to look - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Whose song might move even the mountains - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

A student in the landscapes of light - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Quickly shifting puddles of purpler half-light - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Freeway with exit signs to towns I've never heard of - Keith Taylor "No Beginning"

Lake trout and rainbows below us - Keith Taylor "The Numbers at Kitch-iti-kipi"

Could invest against their tenuous future - Keith Taylor "One Species to Mourn"

Unlimited protein falling from the sky - Keith Taylor "One Species to Mourn"

To keep off the wild dogs snarling in the night - Keith Taylor "Our Castle and the Wild Dogs"

To lift one half-drowned yellow jacket from the birdbath - Keith Taylor "Outside"

I'll admit the hope that we intersect with everything - Keith Taylor "Outside"

The echoing cry of one secretive bird - Keith Taylor "Outside"

Hidden behind a forest of dry rushes - Keith Taylor "Outside"

To name it and find its place on any map - Keith Taylor "Outside"

A neglected trophy on the ledge in my study - Keith Taylor "Parthenon Marbles"

A labyrinth of unexplored corridors - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Taj Mahals that rise out of the mist at dawn - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Mountains and rivers and crimson sunbirds - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Where all the lines of time intersect - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

The difference between his memory and the myth - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Black smoke looming like dark mountains - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Dancing through the grass toward home - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Prayed for the family in your unknown future - Keith Taylor "Prayers from the Polish Church, Detroit, 1963"

Even the redbuds and goldenrod you cultivate - Keith Taylor "Prayers from the Polish Church, Detroit, 1963"

Noiseless waves breaking against her feet - Keith Taylor "Reading Late"

While far away towers fall and ancient cities crumble - Keith Taylor "Responsibilities"

Canvasback ducks dodging coyotes - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

Flew their long routes back to Caribbean beaches - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

Enough to sustain him through that century of doubt - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

In snowdrifts ten miles north - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

White shadows descending through long twilight - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

I know where the roads end - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

Final credits that follow an uncertain ending - Keith Taylor "Schumann, While Driving"

Our world's a thin wash of muted tones - Keith Taylor "Sea and Ran: Lake Michigan"

The first to admit gaps in his knowledge - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

The thing that motivated Odysseus - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

Past all those barriers thrown up by the gods - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

Down past empty baseball diamonds - Keith Taylor "The Skateboard Park, Seen from Afar"

This is the hour when the thief will come - Keith Taylor "Statue of the Blind Girl"

The birds crying from shriveled gardens - Keith Taylor "Statue of the Blind Girl"

Life as information encoded in letters - Keith Taylor "Summer Teaching"

Between spiraling strands of protein - Keith Taylor "Summer Teaching"

A metaphor for something we didn't understand - Keith Taylor "Tall Oaks"

Where forests have pushed back through fences - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

Against the fear mounting at night - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

More than I know of fear's hard presence - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

Through the friendly silence of the moon - Keith Taylor "Through the Friendly Silence of the Moon"

The primrose that blossoms in the night - Keith Taylor "Through the Friendly Silence of the Moon"

Moments when you step alone from the forest - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

An inch or two outside the track - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

The clear, deep marks of a grizzly's claw - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

A quick recognition of my moment in their lives - Keith Taylor "Twenty-Three Nuns on Warren Road"

The old oaks tossing in their mortal glory - Keith Taylor "Under Their Mortal Glory"

Smolder into the autumn of a parched year - Keith Taylor "Upper Peninsula Fires"

Where I've learned to look for winter - Keith Taylor "Weather Report"

We can't go four months without at least one blossom - Keith Taylor "Weather Report"

The impressions come with their various degrees of intensity - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

As sharp and as multilayered as Basho's haiku - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

The gust of wind hanging around after a thunderstorm - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

In my slightly desperate search for reasons - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

Beating the drum at the end of some artistic thing - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

Sings to me with the power of Gabriel's trumpet - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

The beginning of some new unimaginable moment - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

On a quiet day in a time of quiet days - Keith Taylor "When the Beast Passes Through"


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Potential Titles: Emma Trelles

The world and its innumerable fires - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Free Pandora and infectious truths - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

A voice bleeds beneath my ribs - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Radio active [sic] garbage buried at the core - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

The familiar because it feels soft and always - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Like souls flying into the hole no one can see - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Depending on what I can never tell - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Carry decades of lockets shaped like metal hearts - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

All that promise and defeat - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Coiled around my brittle turquoise view - Emma Trelles "Corazón in Fall"

Phantom trees caged in fog - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

Light and its beautiful doom - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

The sleep of the young and unknowing - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

The clock is frozen in its sturdy shroud - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

In the land of mangroves and abandonment - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

Shells to guard the crossroads - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

The drilling eyes of reptiles and men - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

Vaster galaxy primordial and without memories - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

The track now points to my bones - Emma Trelles "Dear Sister"

Your brains puddled in a brass-capped mason jar - Emma Trelles "Florida Poem"

Who wants the silver stripped from your tongue - Emma Trelles "Florida Poem"

Sandhill cranes poised between the tall grass and oaks - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

Hearts alert to the rhythm of clouds - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

Despite how loneliness drifts beside us all - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

A wish hurling across the sky - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

A ship of travel we must board upon our first breath - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

Ancient maps scored inside the lace of their bones - Emma Trelles "The Function of a Wing"

A creature roping hulls to the reefs - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

The reefs gleam with chrome and absence - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

The gray faces and their merciless tongues - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

The wound smells of silence and its blaring - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

Swallows his lies without measure - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

Less than the unmade, the never-was - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

And I no longer care about the losses - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

We are all still running towards each other - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

Writing names across funereal woods and windows - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"

Good for viewing the lingering past - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"

Sketched by moths holding to nearby stones - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"

The surtures of the moon drift into sharpness - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"

A rose finished with the business of becoming - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"

Where I keep rowing through the blaze and the black - Emma Trelles "Night of Telescopes"


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Potential Titles: Edward Thring

A dim fear passed through buttress, and roof, and beam - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: II. The Summons"

Down descends in orbs of white - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: III. Thoughts"

Precious beads of hope are pearled on each sorrow - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: III. Thoughts"

Pearled on each sorrow through the world - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: III. Thoughts"

Softest dews of peace in showers - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: III. Thoughts"

The very spring breathes bitter breath - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: IV. The Journey"

And careless rivulets with their peace - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: IV. The Journey"

The first sounds that the earth heard - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Half untold their secret keep - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Murmur evermore old-world tidings to the shore - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Moving light spreads round earth a mantle bright - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Wide as range of eye or mind - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Free as range of eye or mind - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Tameless playmate of the wind - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Touched by Ariel's power, free of air, and earth, and waves - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

Thrice turn round and shut your eyes - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: V. The Sea.--Safety"

When the golden waves are tumbling into the sun - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VII. Ripples"

The silent air is thinking of nothing - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VII. Ripples"

Where the pebbles and inrushing sea battle - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VII. Ripples"

Which rests awhile on earth and sinks unseen - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VIII. The Lery"

Thoughts through narrowing glooms of shade - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VIII. The Lery"

Each tendril the old welcome gives - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VIII. The Lery"

The very ants are marching still - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: VIII. The Lery"

Count on summer evenings the apples he will eat - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: IX. The Sands"

Where the east wind gallops keen - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: IX. The Sands"

When the mortal spirit weds a half-veiled immortality - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

A sunny silence makes heart-music - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

In and out the enchanted shadows flee - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

Ruffle the embroidery on her breast - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

A living veil drops down from the sky - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

All the sun can weave out of silver seas - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

Silken tissue spun from the blue distance - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

The oak groves flushed with spring delight - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

Evermore a prophet's dream enfolding - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: X. The Marsh Circle"

Whoever ran pell-mell from smoke-witted man - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Scared from haunted well and tree - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Village green and woodland spells - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Time his hinge had backward sprung - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Caught old Time with potent spells - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Opening into some bright dream - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Won from the rays slipped off the sun - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Enthroned within a more ethereal blue - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XII. Sunday.--The Hill-Top"

In that fair borderland of earth and heaven - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XII. Sunday.--The Hill-Top"

The magic light that hill sends on to hill - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XII. Sunday.--The Hill-Top"

Say not that our hearts are cold - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIII. The Return"

As long as youth breathes living fire - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"

As long as scorn is on the liar - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"

Bid Hope his thrilling clarion blow - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"

And truth from truth full circle run - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"


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Potential Titles: Paul Tran

Between letting go and setting free - Paul Tran "Eros"

Air cut without a trace - Paul Tran "Eros"

Into the shadows I had taken me - Paul Tran "Eros"

While at war in my mind, I went farther - Paul Tran "Eros"

Gone is the hour of ghosts over the gulf - Paul Tran "Eros"

A memory breaching surface from depths unknown - Paul Tran "Eros"

Between land and what is and what if and sea - Paul Tran "Eros"

In a thunderstorm of the mind - Paul Tran "Galileo"

Could stop time by taking apart the clock - Paul Tran "Galileo"

Nibbling on a darkening wick - Paul Tran "Hypothesis"

Nothing spoke my language of smoke - Paul Tran "Hypothesis"

Through the sunflowers at night - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

Wind kissing the river - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

Making each stone a matchbook - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

The river a library on fire - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

A book turning its own bright pages - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

Making her a mountain of smoke - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

The cake with thirty candles - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

Furnished with only her vanity - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

The tip like a sunflower scorched - Paul Tran "Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising"

Below the willows while they wept - Paul Tran "Terroir"

Even truth and beauty vanished - Paul Tran "Terroir"

Half-filled with wine from the cliffs - Paul Tran "Terroir"

Memory of the land and the hands that remade them - Paul Tran "Terroir"

In the light cast by the dark - Paul Tran "Terroir"

Kings demanding another story - Paul Tran "Terroir"

Blade made sharp by a throat - Paul Tran "Terroir"

To spite the land and the hands I'd been dealt - Paul Tran "Terroir"


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Potential Titles: Iris Tree

Dyed with blood and dreams - Iris Tree "[The adored, wild, strange, irresistible]"

And cajole with tears of beryl - Iris Tree "[The adored, wild, strange, irresistible]"

Enamelled bridges arching from dream to dream - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"

Garlands splashing over the eyes of satyrs - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"

Poisoned with raptures in many hues - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"

From the slim-cut decanters of death - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"

In their last scorn of sorrow - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"

Buffeted with bouquets and blinded with confetti - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"

Among the crumbling arches of decay - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"

Painting dead carnivals upon a fan - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"

Mirrors flashed their argent memories - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"

Loud-spoken in the jargon of the day - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"

Glutted with gold and dust and empty state - Iris Tree "[And afterwards, when honour has made good]"

Of music played among the stars - Iris Tree "[As a nun's face from her black draperies]"

Mad musicians upon fretted harps - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"

Irised with pallors of an opal's heart - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"

A blanched moon full of fear - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"

Pilgrim souls that will not sleep - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"

Our minds are cheated by the clock - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"

My hands part from the unriveted faith - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"

A Harlequin of tragedies - Iris Tree "Black Velvet"

This kaleidoscope of roaring color - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"

Chill ignoble ashes for despair to strew - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"

Yield the keys of Beauty's gates - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"

Yet wear a crown of hazy dream - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"

Each grey street mourns - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"

Time with ever-turning multiplying wheels - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"

A chemistry of subtle interfusion - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"

In its dial eternity is housed - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"

So along in the enormous dawn - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"

A cap and bells for Folly's coronation - Iris Tree "Flame"

A crown of curious stones - Iris Tree "Flame"

Tore my purple into rags and knelt - Iris Tree "Flame"

A moonstone hieroglyphed with secret letters - Iris Tree "Flame"

As I spill the ancient wine - Iris Tree "Flame"

Where your despot feet have led - Iris Tree "Flame"

A gutter down the white-hot streets of Hell - Iris Tree "Flame"

The woven cloth of wonder - Iris Tree "[From far away the lost adventures gleam]"

Flung me the apple of eternal laughter - Iris Tree "[From the fathomless depth of my boredom]"

Three musketeers of faithful following - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"

Throw my gauntlet at the feet of pride - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"

The singing hungers of the sea - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"

Beneath the painted mask of fiction - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"

And all the train of bitter ghosts adore - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"

Still wrangled for a crown that lay amid the dust - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"

Like tasselled grapes to Tantalus - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"

Drowned within the lurid dregs - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"

The drums of time beating against oblivion - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"

From the spreading tree of days - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"

And queens have bought with blood and beauty - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"

Ivory spools with rare embroiderings - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"

Passions writ in hieroglyphs of gold - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"

Baffled fortune in some new disguise - Iris Tree "[I cannot think that you have gone away]"

Spectral Joy once murdered in a rage - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"

Have bartered diamonds for glass - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"

The ill-omened drum of dropping rain - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"

Whose mad hands tear the sky - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"

Shall lift my martyred spirit from the dust - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"

Burning galaxy of buttercups - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"

Plucking the feathers from the wings of peace - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"

I the Queen of crowding vagabonds - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"

Torn laces and broken swords - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"

A crown of shining endurance - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"

My own host and guest and ghost - Iris Tree "[I feel so much alone]"

Bussing with the gossip of dreams - Iris Tree "[I have no other friend but thee]"

Caging the sun in rusted prison bars - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

The water's murmuring wisdom - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

Every shy and cloistered sense - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

Crave the pale secrets of the moon - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

And grope for dangerous toys - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

That her dust is our garment - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

Her waters our priestess - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"

I laid my heart on a stone - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"

Sweeter than ghostly music - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"

The gentle touch of dripping dew - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"

With doubts that will not let me rest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

Only the half-spoken promises of Heaven - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

Some flame-red salamander pirouetting - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

The dim psychic crystals of my soul - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

Opalled with the changing colours of unrest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

Roaring in a wind of memories - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"

My soul is a sleeping gondola - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"

Lulled by a jester's mandolin - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"

Where murder creeps and whispers - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"

Playing a pantomime to spectres in the stalls - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"

Ghostly mirth and phantom hands applauding - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"

The fake grandeur of cardboard turrets - Iris Tree "[If I were what I would be]"

Launched upon the loneliness of time - Iris Tree "Islands"

Indolent ripple sighing at the keel - Iris Tree "Islands"

Though our fretted longings reel - Iris Tree "Islands"

Silver steps to our appointed star - Iris Tree "Islands"

The spires that pierce eternity - Iris Tree "Islands"

The eternal flame of laughter - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"

The gloom is radiant in a dance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"

In a dance of yellow hopefulness - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"

Faery glitter in the streets of chance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"

Dust upon the huddled corn - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"

Led by the violins of discontent - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"

Blue and yellow grapes for faery beggars - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"

For ragged fancies to pluck and taste - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"

Stolen from the ashen banquets of death - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"

Those faces pain has marked - Iris Tree "London"

Underneath the feet forever dancing - Iris Tree "London"

Disorder from the couch of chaos - Iris Tree "London"

The laughter of the thrushes - Iris Tree "London"

Starving arms and strangling fingers - Iris Tree "London"

His glitter hidden in a ragged coat - Iris Tree "[London grows sad at evening]"

Dressed me in velvet dignities - Iris Tree "[Loneliness I love]"

Stirred from the golden quilt of memory - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"

Peace lay folded between our hands - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"

As a fly lies casketed in amber - Iris Tree "[Long hath the pen lain idle in my hand]"

The last juices from the sun's ripe fruit - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"

Sterile as the arms of my desire - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"

Flings her light despairing - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"

Filled with rose-water and myrrh - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"

Old liqueurs in leather kegs - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"

Toys of tortoise-shell and jasper - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"

Through a necklace of vile masks - Iris Tree "Moods II"

The blue arras of nightmare - Iris Tree "Moods II"

Kneeling in adoration to a dagger - Iris Tree "Moods III"

Coveting the drenched red peonies - Iris Tree "Moods III"

Pierced with knives of flame - Iris Tree "Moods III"

Omens mouthed by winds of twilight - Iris Tree "Moods III"

Lean across the precipice of time - Iris Tree "Moods III"

Carrying vast burdens over the crags of chaos - Iris Tree "Moods IV"

Waiting like a vast arch of quietness - Iris Tree "Moods IV"

Pierced by a sword of music - Iris Tree "Moods IV"

Your shadow along the solitary roads - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"

A volume of pressed flowers - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"

Pain has all the patience of a nun - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"

Tasting within the bitter dregs of spleen - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"

Looms where we have spun our fancies - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Trapezes that our passion frenzies - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Strange acrobats to catch them - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Tightening strings upon our spirit's fiddles - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Out of tune where music hungers - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Colours twinging on a prism's edges - Iris Tree "Nerves"

Trapped the sun's bright lion - Iris Tree "Nerves"

A poor bewildered clown - Iris Tree "Nerves"

The scarlet rhapsodies and beryl-cold sonatas - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"

Waltzing with your marionettes - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"

Spangling a secret radiance on adoring hands - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"

Held crosswise to the budding day - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"

Close to the dancing heels of the day - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"

The wind's persuasive violins and bells - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"

Through the bleak windows of frost - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"

In the cerulean depths of slow oblivion - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

Moth-winged Cupid painted on the air - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

Thin flute music petaling the silence - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

The fire that pillars up the stars - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

Showering their crystals to the moon - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

In the folly of rainbow dolphins - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

In loneliness of prayer unlit by life - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"

The promise of Fate's rebound - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"

Revenge of Time that waits within the clock - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"

Blinking through the oldest tree of wisdom - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"

Eyes that prick the darkness - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"

And Sin that batters the door - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"

Spendthrift of passion in love's bankruptcy - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"

Meet our pity with a traitor's kiss - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"

All that mob of furious accusation - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"

Tugging at the moaning bells of death - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"

And shut the fingers of wind upon the rushes - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"

Tread out the ashes of midnight - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

The smoke of fire-spangled passion - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

Gashed with the daggers of street-lights - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

Crushing the poisonous berries of sinister kisses - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

Sweeps up the rags of our shadows - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

Danced in a red smoke of dreams - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"

Spinning with spider-hands the miser's web - Iris Tree "Smoke"

Stands on flaming ramparts - Iris Tree "Smoke"

My face without the conquering light - Iris Tree "[Sometimes I look into the glass]"

Whining to the scent of darkness - Iris Tree "Streets"

Walks delicately as a stray spectral cat - Iris Tree "Streets"

The dust heap where our memories lie - Iris Tree "Streets"

Tarnished prisons lined with white and gold - Iris Tree "Streets"

Where starving souls are kept - Iris Tree "Streets"

Feeding upon each other's isolations - Iris Tree "Streets"

Through the crystal chandeliers of morning - Iris Tree "Streets"

Bathed in vitriol twilights - Iris Tree "Streets"

Cimmerian depths of mystery and sin - Iris Tree "Streets"

Penitent souls through haunted corridors - Iris Tree "Streets"

Stand before the gate of brass - Iris Tree "Streets"

No scarves of sleep and silence - Iris Tree "Streets"

The wild bells of lilies ringing - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Star-reflected gardens walled with night - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

In parables and symbols of remorse - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

That jeer from out the wind-stirred tapestries - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

The watchman to deserted houses - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Fits a mask of silver to the moon - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Corpses from the crypts of memory - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Opens the secret chambers of our hopes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Wreathing love with poppies and with ashes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Bring myriad lamps in clusters - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Spill the wind of light into our gloom - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Gathering the cold grey lilies of the stars - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

Blood of the rose and hyacinth - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"

Priestess and poisoner she goes - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"

Her silver flock of wandering souls - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"

Her chant of wailing waters - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"

Alleys to the moon - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"

Stale juices from the shrivelled fruit - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"

On loom of spaces measureless - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"

Selling their tarnished twilights - Iris Tree "Thoughts of London"

The racing of brown rabbits on the hill - Iris Tree "To My Mother"

Storms that rattle the bones of the forest - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"

Charred with the spattering of rockets - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"

Those that carry bags of dust - Iris Tree "The Undertone of the Volga Boat Song"

The mud gleams with malicious light - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"

All the echoed melodies of your soul - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"

The tiaraed brows of darkness - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

From the green hush of twilight - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

Where silence drips from the trees - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

Where the ghosts blow by - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

On lawns of powdered silver - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

Drawn backward from the moon - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

And omened bagpipe screaming - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

Burn to a blue smoke of forgetting - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

Our red ambitions burn - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"

The clamours knocking without pause - Iris Tree "[What words that move on wings"]

Where Folly is king of midnight - Iris Tree "[When at a masquerade I meet thee]"

The hope and fear in jugglery - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"

Harlequin through curtained silence trips - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"

Grew brilliant in the tinsel glare - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"

The pallid glints of stolen light - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"

Where lethe laps the wharf of sleeping streams - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"

Time's ashen coverlet - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"

In rags of old desires - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"

Sing a blasphemous Te Deum - Iris Tree "[You pass as in a drugged delirium]"

Shutting our lips upon a jest - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: Midnight"

How they struggle in a mist of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."

An army fierce upon its own destruction - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."

Tremendous in a coat of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."

Amid the dust of vanished lives - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."

Fire walked in crimson armour - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."

And whispered omens flew like bats - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."

Among the silver foliage of the stars - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."

And the flamingo messengers will come - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."


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Potential Titles: Te-con-ees-kee

On wings of time stealing - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

To the shades of eternity past - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

Shades from the night of forgetfulness - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

Up from the shadow of years - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

Earth wounded stranger that wandered - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

A nature of fire and feeling allied - Te-con-ees-kee "Suggested by the report, in the Advocate, of the laying of the corner stone of the Pocahontas Female Seminary--Cherokee Nation"

The wretch in captivity borne - Te-con-ees-kee "[Though far from Georgia in exile I roam]"

My heart in bitterness bled - Te-con-ees-kee "[Though far from Georgia in exile I roam]"

The sound of a curse on the earth - Te-con-ees-kee "[Though far from Georgia in exile I roam]"


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Potential Titles: Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan]

Survey the landscape of the past - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Every home a refuge from distress - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Kicked through seas of woe - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Some fancied beauty to adorn - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Queen of the loom and spinning wheel - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Shed plums and nuts into the lap of want - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

Danced misfortune's miseries down - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Cherokee Memories"

In rouge and ribbons dressed - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

Pestilence and rot within thy bowers - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

Wrenched off the hinges from the joints of truth - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

Genius cannot paint a dying scream - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

And dance the music of their dying - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

Slaughter night, that day might have a place - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

Exposed to suns too strangely bright - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The Dead Nation"

When by the heated skies oppressed - Too-qua-stee "Dignity"

Like a mountain which forgets - Too-qua-stee "Dignity"

The primal curse upon his head - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Labor"

Through the system microbes sprout - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Labor"

Boundless fields of rayless polar night - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Sequoyah"

Sweeping throu the frigid skies - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "Sequoyah"

Gone beyond the eternal wave - Too-qua-stee "Truth Is Mortal"

The fatal place itself unmarked - Too-qua-stee "Truth Is Mortal"

The wreckage faced the surface of the flood - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "A Vision of the End"

Rise in formless ruin blown - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "A Vision of the End"

Ambition climbed above the waves - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "A Vision of the End"

Of all hell's hosts he took the lead - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "A Vision of the End"

Spread the curtains of all space - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

And set each star to blazing - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

And nursed the seas and mountains - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

That hid the lightning in the cloud - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

Form the sulphurous grain of war - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

Taught them such gross heresy - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

The partner of my secret counsels - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"

To the world's remotest verge - Too-qua-stee [DeWitt Clinton Duncan] "The White Man's Burden"


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Potential Titles: Jacqueline Allen Trimble

The living surround the dead - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"

A fence that separates this world from the next - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"

Drowned voyagers from their beds - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"

Greet mortality a footfall from their door - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"

Moths to fever and regret - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"

Ash dancing among a living flame - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"


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Potential Titles: Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

The way blades of grass are alone - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Belonging"

The green fuse that ignites us - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Belonging"

Dust that dances in the light with all other dust - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Belonging"

The dark itself parted to let us pass - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Latent"

As if joy were always here - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Latent"

That careens through the deepening dark - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer "Latent"


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Potential Titles: Lehua M. Taitano

To Keep the memories nimble - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Told and retold by millions of bodies - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Keep the tales of what we cannot forget - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Discern salt from iron or shell from shale - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Let the patterns arrange themselves - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

You will find me on the horizon, glittering - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

The surfaces of mirrors with no reflections - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

A tide of lions crashing on sandy shores - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Returning for what is ours - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Unfold into a receptacle for holding joy - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

We are more than our scars - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Hold the memory of trauma in our roots - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Trust manifested from generations of resilience - Lehua M. Taitano "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"

Made of water and invisible feathers dipped in moonlight - Lehua M. Taitano "When the World Falls in Around You or, Vows to My Palestinian Wife on Our Wedding Day"


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Potential Titles: Dorothea Tanning

Yesterday is torn in shreads - Dorothea Tanning "All Hallow's Eve"

Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes - Dorothea Tanning "All Hallow's Eve"

Minds unraveling like threads - Dorothea Tanning "All Hallow's Eve"

Lipstick shades to tranquilize - Dorothea Tanning "All Hallow's Eve"

Don't take faucets for fountainheads - Dorothea Tanning "All Hallow's Eve"

Ever imagining the dire - Dorothea Tanning "Lucky"

Sudden menace with no thought of the gradual - Dorothea Tanning "Lucky"

The lingering itch of whatever - Dorothea Tanning "Lucky"

Never mind the pins and needles - Dorothea Tanning "Never Mind"

A time of middle distance - Dorothea Tanning "Sequestrienne"

Lace-cut flame green filament - Dorothea Tanning "Sequestrienne"

Heaven's motes sift to salt-white - Dorothea Tanning "Sequestrienne"


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Potential Titles: Michael Torres

Fortune of whispered temptation - Michael Torres "Pockets"

The lonely monster of desire - Michael Torres "Pockets"

Do the stars feel heavier now? - Michael Torres "Writing Prompt"

A sky to throw wishes against - Michael Torres "Writing Prompt"

What blurs then builds a forest - Michael Torres "Writing Prompt"

A box in which regret will fit - Michael Torres "Writing Prompt"


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Potential Titles: Ts'ao Chih aka Cao Zhi

Cao Zhi is the more correct form of the poet's name, but Ts'ao Chih is what was used in the Project Gutenberg book where I found these. This is on my list of things to correct, but I may never get to it because it will take hours.


A shimmering glory of light and hue - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

That flares like the ten-colored turquoise - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

Vermilion blossoms bear no fruit - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

The falling star sinks in spiritless death - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

Falls among tiles and stones - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

Late harvests gather good fruit - Ts'ao Chih "The Forsaken Wife" transl. by Burton Watson

In clear dawn departing - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Look back fondly at the city gates - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Endless rains turn the trail to mud - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Black horses yellowing with strain - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

My thoughts are tangled fast in gloom - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Kites and owls screech at the carriage yoke - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Jackals and wolves lurk by the way - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

The white sun all at once lost in the west - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

The year rests between Mulberry and Elm - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

To seek the ranks of immortals - Ts'ao Chih "Presented to Piao, the Prince of Pai-ma" transl. by Burton Watson

Soars lightly like a startled swan - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Brighter than the autumn chrysanthemum - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Snow whirled by the driving wind - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

The sun rising from morning mists - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Plucks dark iris from the rippling shallows - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Trust these little waves to bear my message - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

A garnet stone to match my gift - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Abide by the rules of ritual - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

The holy light deserting her - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

The heady perfume of pepper-scented roads - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

A swarm of milling spirits appears - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Hovering over sacred isles - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Nimbler than a winging duck - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson

Traversing the waves in tiny steps - Ts'ao Chih "Rhyme-Prose on the Goddess of Lo" transl. by Burton Watson


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Potential Titles: Ts'ao Ts'ao

Cao Cao is the more correct form of the poet's name, but Ts'ao Ts'ao is what was used in the Project Gutenberg book where I found these. This is on my list of things to correct, but I may never get to it because it will take hours.


Enough to make the cartwheels crack - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Song on Enduring the Cold" transl. by Burton Watson

Crouching bears, black and brown - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Song on Enduring the Cold" transl. by Burton Watson

Tigers and leopards howl beside the trail - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Song on Enduring the Cold" transl. by Burton Watson

Waters are deep and bridges broken - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Song on Enduring the Cold" transl. by Burton Watson

Mountained islands jutting up - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Viewing the Ocean" transl. by Burton Watson

Great waves churn and leap - Ts'ao Ts'ao "Viewing the Ocean" transl. by Burton Watson


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Potential Titles: Tu Fu [Du Fu in Pinyin transliteration]

Only a pile of ashes where it had stood - Tu Fu "The Ashes of My House" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

The trees too turned away from me - Tu Fu "The Ashes of My House" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Happiness was burned forever under a pile of ashes - Tu Fu "The Ashes of My House" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Bring me no more flowers - Tu Fu "The Blue Robe" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Bring me only cypress boughs to shroud my face - Tu Fu "The Blue Robe" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

And go out to sleep among the bamboos - Tu Fu "The Blue Robe" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Incense burned where I walked - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Looked out on gardens with paths of coral pebbles - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Only frightening calls from the watchman - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Monkeys playing on bare rocks in moonlight - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Prisoner in this cold fortress - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

My guts are emptied of courage - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

But all I can see are stars above it - Tu Fu "Captivity" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Full sun within surrounding stars - Tu Fu "The Emperor Walks" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Pure and bright in the cool evening air - Tu Fu "The Excursion" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough

A layer of clouds above our heads - Tu Fu "The Excursion" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough

Tie the boat to the willow-trees - Tu Fu "The Excursion" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough

Our return is different from our setting out - Tu Fu "The Excursion" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough

Only a bare mirror at night for the Spinning Boy - Tu Fu "I Will Be Alone" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

That star-boy who does not flee from cold - Tu Fu "I Will Be Alone" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Black seed-pods from the koumi blow on it now - Tu Fu "I Will Be Alone" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Soon the north wind will rip away their leaves - Tu Fu "I Will Be Alone" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

No one any more remembers the prince's name - Tu Fu "Jade Flower Palace" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Keep faith with the hour - Tu Fu "Lovely Lady" transl. by Burton Watson

Masses of pigweed and bramble - Tu Fu "The Man with No Family To Take Leave Of" transl. by Burton Watson

Bound for distant duty - Tu Fu "On the Border, First Series" transl. by Burton Watson

Armor donned for the altars of the land - Tu Fu "Passing Chao-ling Again" transl. by Burton Watson

Ancestors more radiant than the sun - Tu Fu "Passing Chao-ling Again" transl. by Burton Watson

Everything is fog and water - Tu Fu "The Poet and the Flood" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Slow your boat in front of my garden - Tu Fu "The Poet and the Flood" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Their hot colors will re-warm your heart - Tu Fu "The Poet and the Flood" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Now sad rains are falling - Tu Fu "The Poet Dreams" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Drink from this cup of summer wine - Tu Fu "The Poet Dreams" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Each time my brush is dipped into the ink - Tu Fu "The Poet Dreams" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Time past escapes from us quicker than a flight of birds - Tu Fu "The Poet Dreams" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Life is not made for meetings - Tu Fu "Presented to Wei Pa, Gentleman in Retirement" transl. by Burton Watson

Share the light of this lamp - Tu Fu "Presented to Wei Pa, Gentleman in Retirement" transl. by Burton Watson

Spring scallions cut in night rain - Tu Fu "Presented to Wei Pa, Gentleman in Retirement" transl. by Burton Watson

A firefly threading the darkness - Tu Fu "Restless Night" transl. by Burton Watson

Birds at rest on the water - Tu Fu "Restless Night" transl. by Burton Watson

Lie within the shadow of the sword - Tu Fu "Restless Night" transl. by Burton Watson

Encircles the village with its current - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

The swallows who nest in the beams - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

Gulls in the middle of the river - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

Paints a chess-board on paper - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

Hammer needles to make fish-hooks - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

My only necessities are medicines - Tu Fu "The River Village" transl. by Florence Wheelock Ayscough and Amy Lowell

Gathering acorns in the wake of monkey pack - Tu Fu "Seven Songs Written During the Ch'ien-yuan Era While Staying at T'ung-ku-hsien" transl. by Burton Watson

Forest monkeys for my sake will wail - Tu Fu "Seven Songs Written During the Ch'ien-yuan Era While Staying at T'ung-ku-hsien" transl. by Burton Watson

Getting past the hardest places - Tu Fu "Song of P'eng-ya" transl. by Burton Watson

Mountain fruits served for rations - Tu Fu "Song of P'eng-ya" transl. by Burton Watson

Branches were our rafter and our roof - Tu Fu "Song of P'eng-ya" transl. by Burton Watson

Ideals higher than the piled-up clouds - Tu Fu "Song of P'eng-ya" transl. by Burton Watson

In the air a breath of newness - Tu Fu "Song of the Beautiful Ladies" transl. by Burton Watson

With rich gold memories sit here and sigh - Tu Fu "A Song Out There" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Next year on floods of spring - Tu Fu "They Say You're Staying in a Mountain Temple" transl. by Burton Watson

Whirled afar to sink and settle in the marshes - Tu Fu "The Wind-Torn Roof" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

I screamed at them with a dry tongue - Tu Fu "The Wind-Torn Roof" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

There all cold creatures can take shelter - Tu Fu "The Wind-Torn Roof" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Safe in a house solid as a mountain - Tu Fu "The Wind-Torn Roof" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Though I froze to death in the storm - Tu Fu "The Wind-Torn Roof" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Come sifting through my shutters - Tu Fu "Wine-Flask at Sunset" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

When boatmen boil their rice on the river - Tu Fu "Wine-Flask at Sunset" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]


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Potential Titles: Virginia Townsend

Footpath creeping through the long grass to the door - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

The hopvine's tresses sweeping the low roof - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

The ancient orchard, where the russets thickly gleam - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

When autumns there serenely walked a hundred years ago - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

That vision tender, over all my loss and pain - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

Youth and strength and life made answer - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

When that cry of bitter stress woke the hills - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

When the battle's thunder, crashed along our ranks - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]

Though fiercer thunder drains my life-springs - Miss Virginia Townsend "The House in the Lane" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.5, May 1864]


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Potential Titles: Richard Chenevix Trench

Lord of the calm and tempest - Richard Chenevix Trench "At Sea"

These few unvalued beads - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

Lack the answer of one heart - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

Chewing the bitter ashes - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

Which hands profane will scarce invade - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

Distil [sic] its rich and silent dews - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

And turbulent unrest unto ourselves - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

The musing heart of memories - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

Feeds her golden flocks with light - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

Tramples the victorious sun - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

The smoke's unbroken wreath - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

In the night's pale coronet - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

Armed Orion's belted pride - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

Sisters linked in love and light - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

And in thought keep holiday - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Descent of the Rhone"

The hour of holy musings - Richard Chenevix Trench "An Evening in France"

Islands dreaming in the middle sea - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Island of Madeira"

Through dark ways underground - Richard C. Trench "The Kingdom of God"

Our perilous voyage past - Richard C. Trench "The Kingdom of God"

So framed for Adam's guilty line - Richard Chenevix Trench "Lines I"

Or ruffle the soul's lightest plume - Richard Chenevix Trench "Lines VI"

Two thousand years of daily reparation - Richard Chenevix Trench "Lines: Written at the Village of Passignano, on the Lake of Thrasymene"

The cloudy throng of cherubim - Richard Chenevix Trench "On a Picture of the Assumption by Murillo"

Their first fealty sworn to beauty - Richard Chenevix Trench "On an Early Death"

When ill shall sanction ill - Richard Chenevix Trench "Poland, 1831"

Power that fashions and upholds - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Same, Continued"

To mount upon these waxen wings - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Same, Continued"

When the mermaid bids him come - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

Amid a marble solitude - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

A reflex of the Eternal mind - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

To steep in hues of beauty - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

Out of the range of time and fate - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

The stars beneath our feet - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

Breaking into isles of light - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

A thousand floating motes of gold - Richard Chenevix Trench "The Story of Justin Martyr"

The great sweep of threatening harmony - Richard Chenevix Trench "To a Lady Singing"

On which affection's heart may live - Richard Chenevix Trench "To E--"

Meets at the throne of grace - Richard Chenevix Trench "To E--"

All the branches of the mystical vine - Richard Chenevix Trench "To E--"

Builded round with diamond walls - Richard Chenevix Trench "To E--"

Our hearts with sadder pulses beat - Richard Chenevix Trench "To E--"

Some hidden nest in brighter lands - Richard Chenevix Trench "To England"

Who counts a nation's tears - Richard Chenevix Trench "To Nicholas, Emperor of Russia"

As within a guilty citadel - Richard Chenevix Trench "Vesuvius, as Seen from Capri"


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Potential Titles: Gregory Thornton

Each word of mine to false convert - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: I"

Doing my simple sense a double spite - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: I"

And blot their censure with self-blaming - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: II"

Unmix'd with gross compounding of my earth - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: II"

Of all rich gems in Virtue's carcanet - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: II"

When his proud glory gladdens every view - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: III"

Who did all worths in him combine - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IV"

Sear'd and o'erworn with tyranny of time - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IV"

That cruel pride held gentle pity's place - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: V"

All thy gifts were made more rich, more rare - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: V"

Past all removal till the world were done - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VI"

Merits not the blame of that disgrace - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IV"

His will makes the world drear and dun - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VII"

And takes the golden glory from the day - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VII"

The troubling mischiefs of the time - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VII"

The sun's self unstain'd and bright remains - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VII"

Unveering with all winds point still the same - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: VIII"

Serving the strong suggestions of my blood - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IX"

Soul forsaken at the call of clay - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IX"

Held no conversation with my heart - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: IX"

Fault too foul to find excuse - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: X"

And his true workings to the world disclose - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XI"

If I to Nature held her truthful glass - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XI"

On the stage life's self did strive to set - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XI"

Shadows that should pass for very substance - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XI"

All passions' depths he only can reveal - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XI"

How bitter-sweet and tyrant-slave is love - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XII"

Thrill'd and thrall'd by perfect beauty's sight - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XII"

No shame or scruple might my judgement see - Gregory Thornton "Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost: XII"


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Potential Titles: Nancy Byrd Turner

With cordial welcome for all who pass by - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And scale the steep stair with a bound - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Room for all comers and plenty to spare - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Cross the clean threshold and find you a chair - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

And yet, for it all, not a penny to pay - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

With oats to tempt him twice a week - Nancy Byrd Turner "My Horse" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Along the road where robbers are - Nancy Byrd Turner "My Horse" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

A brave and dauntless band - Nancy Byrd Turner "One Mile to Toyland" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Only the tracks on the dusty ground - Nancy Byrd Turner "A Puzzling Thing" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

A sigh in the chimney, a roar on the wall - Nancy Byrd Turner "A Rainy Day Plan" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Tears on the window and sighs in the trees - Nancy Byrd Turner "A Rainy Day Plan" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

Who's going to fret over matters like these? - Nancy Byrd Turner "A Rainy Day Plan" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]

If the sky's got to cry - Nancy Byrd Turner "A Rainy Day Plan" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]


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Potential Titles: Sidney R. Thompson

I bore dead Love unto his grave - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]

Decked his breast with rosemary - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]

The crown affection weaves and wears - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]

Remembers now no old sweet strain - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]

Perchance may tune its strings again - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]

That unknown sweetness be forgot - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]


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Potential Titles: James Thomson [b.1825]

Keenly blows the northern blast - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

With warbling throat and eye upcast - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

At the gloaming's pensive hour - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

Soothed me with your magic power - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

When Morning dons her sober gray - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

Sober gray to usher in the coming day - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

No warblers greet him from the spray - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

When heavy rains and sleet prolong the dreary day - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

Chant to him your evening song upon the spray - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]

Where late in chorus sweet they strove - James Thomson "To My Robin Redbreast" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.726, 24 Nov. 1877]


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Potential Titles: Vincent Toro

Where discovery is not a sword - Vincent Toro "At Age 28, Chilean Astronomer Maritza Soto Has Already Discovered Three Planets"

From their iron ribs they belch volcanic - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

They flex their smokestack lungs - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Weave through turnpike traffic while applying lipstick - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

While applying lipstick with an archer's precision - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Hike and hustle and invent curse words - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

So vulgar it would make a foreman blush - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

To walk away from their barstools upright - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Gorgeous scars won from wrestling with a forklift - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Just barrel right into whatever ignites them - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

With ankles of oak and a bullet-proof perm - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

They've got a blade in their knee highs - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Decided he wanted to juggle two flames - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Can snap chicken necks five at a time - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Steering a crosstown bus is not for the faint - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

To fight corrupt systems instead of the neighbors - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

These women carry the tribe on their chromium backs - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

They got you when you need roadside assistance - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"

Leaving the pit with their mascara still immaculate - Vincent Toro "¿Que Que La Femme?"


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Potential Titles: Florence Tylee

Six poplar trees, in golden green - Florence Tylee "Bird Notes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.125-v.III, 22 May 1886]

A rosebud taps at my window pane - Florence Tylee "Bird Notes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.125-v.III, 22 May 1886]

Keenly, coldly, the north winds blow - Florence Tylee "Bird Notes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.125-v.III, 22 May 1886]

Of birds and blossoms am I bereft - Florence Tylee "Bird Notes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.125-v.III, 22 May 1886]

Brave bright robin alone is left - Florence Tylee "Bird Notes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.125-v.III, 22 May 1886]

One day into Fairyland we went - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Welcome such with the freedom of the land - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Fading now like ghosts at morn - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Across our way ragged Robin flaunted red - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

The fragile speedwell blue bade us on our journey haste - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Yellow iris stood on guard - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Where no wanton hand could reach - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Bade adieu to each golden-hearted queen - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Where the heath laughed to heaven in robe of green - Florence Tylee "Fairyland in Midsummer" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.51-v.I, 20 Dec. 1884]

Were set to labour hard and long - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

Softly fall the shadows gray - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

Have trudged along a stony way - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

No longer fear to go astray - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

Rock the young birds within the nest - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

Beat with such bitter, restless pain - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

To-night forget the stormy strife - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]

Lay down the tangled web of life - Florence Tylee "A Song of Rest" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.138-v.III, 21 Aug. 1886]


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Potential Titles: Mike Tyler

I've been remembering turtle slow - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"

What it's like to be interrupted by myself - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"

Beauty a hackney cab of commerce - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"

In the rickshaw mixing up cultures - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"

Like AI hanging over us doesn't hang - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"

Something that happens to me before a volcano - Mike Tyler "Palazzo Tartaruga"


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Potential Titles: Sonya Taaffe

Those specters thawing out of the Northwest Passage - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Silting their famished spoor of boots and buttons - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Sun dogs at the heel of their ever-shifting north - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

How deep the cost can sink in cold equations - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Tolling kelp-clappered watches of brash ice - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Beyond white drill and red ink - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

The secrets we stopper within our own mouths - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

A mirror between aurora and extremity - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Seeping from each step of our high ground - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

We resurrect them in silver nitrate - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Dreams beat against the inner eye - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

His flasks and alembics proposing a toast - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The shadow stitchery of Paracelsus and Prometheus' fire - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The dragonseed breeding of current and bone - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Replicant echoes in red earth and Tesla coils - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Who once saved me a sunflower to pluck - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The scientific world and all its hauntings - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The sky is bursting to black ice - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

A clockwork of collision and dust - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Crosshatched with a lacquer frieze of ink - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Each uncalculated vacancy diagrammed - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Between planets and parabolas - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

The groom among the gravestones - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Beneath the canopy of his suffocating wings - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Hunting for the bitter drop - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Wronged her in his homesick almanac - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

Deal in straight lines with a god of double faces - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

A counterfeiter of ways flowering like snow - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

The balance of the year on her outspread palms - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

The road the sun lays down in light - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

Rain between the bowing heads of roses - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

From November and the winter's stripping chill - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Lounges in an abstract of boxwood and holly - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Who haunts my path like a heart's missed beat - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Playing faro with no aces - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

The silver had run out of all the mirrors - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Every suitcase in the ghost stations - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Murmuring numbers that never added up - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Emptied my heart with the absence of every tick - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Sketched storm-static and the dust of masks - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

The haloes of a holy fool to crown you - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

Crown you double-tongued and quicksilver - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

Pasteboard riddles and commedia deadpan - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

This hand of faces you dealt yourself - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

They are all marked with your name - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

A skein of foxfire and the bruised scent of vervain - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Where my fingers cramp with winter and warmth - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Only the ghost of children through my dreams - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

This candle guides none living - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Eavesdropping on fate or furious nothing - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

The stations spin like cooling stars - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

A bloodied clutch of crowns - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

Might melt with midnight into cold air - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

All snarled wires and smashed paint - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

You had never started and would never stop - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

The names you mumbled in your nightmares - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

Ribboned and archaic as guisers' masks - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"


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Potential Titles: Alyza Taguilaso

Guaranteed to harness the departed souls - Alyza Taguilaso "Add to Cart"

Soft enough to couch each rumbling dream - Alyza Taguilaso "Add to Cart"

Hexes, unwanted gifts, and othersuch hexes - Alyza Taguilaso "Add to Cart" [sic]

Pythons and boa constrictors plucked from a gorgon's scalp - Alyza Taguilaso "Add to Cart"

Promises in place of a goodbye - Alyza Taguilaso "Add to Cart"


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Potential Titles: Maral Taheri

Before the heart discarded October pomegranates - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Rendered our bodies impartial - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Scattering salt on our blood - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

We had paid our taxes off our veins - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

With the sharpness of a paper's edge - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Expel your suppressing cells - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Expel your alphabet's clinical infection - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Lingering lipstick on splinters of meaning - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Clock set on your four different geographies - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini

Brought me blood from the sliced streets - Maral Taheri "Asylum Seeker" transl. Hajar Hussaini


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Potential Titles: Amber Tamblyn

For ten times the amount it's worth - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

Under the florescent butts of night's cigarette - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

Let their cats go out hunting at night - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

The owl who's been here for years - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

Where my mother's seven guitars sleep - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

I'm a car with a bomb inside - Amber Tamblyn "Epilogue"

Walk all day through a dream surreal - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Blue light not sent from the moon - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Stationed inside the nightmare - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Through the choking channels of our lungs - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Though our bridges are orphaned arches - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Left to hold up the sky's condolences - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Empty as ancient desert streams - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Holding only the echoes of ambulance screams - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

The cherry blossoms standing guard - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Longing for the public pull of prior swagger - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

By the daydream of lawless rush hour - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Taxis rubbing up against each other's paint - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

The crowded irritants of sweltering avenues - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Budding with beech trees and brisk walkers - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

Connected by the density of front doors - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"

The floating notes of festival encores - Amber Tamblyn "To a New Dawning"


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Potential Titles: Fargo Nissim Tbakhi

Within the borders of the page - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "The Dream of the Anit-Ekphrasis"

The language of survival cold within my teeth - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "The Dream of the Anit-Ekphrasis"

Never in the marketplace of nations - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "The Dream of the Anit-Ekphrasis"

a door that cannot find its own name - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

what the birds know is the way home - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

who stitches together the last sky - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

must sing the name into existence - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

the door opens into the burning of the world - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

soles imbued with the prophecy of dirt - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

you are singing the door open for us - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

there are birds making treaties with the sky - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

last sky will empty itself of airplanes - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

a sketch of a coming dream - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

our responsibility to make the answer - Fargo Nissim Tbakhi "Last Sky World Burn"

Pulls my memory from a well - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"

Served memory for breakfast - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"

Language that turns me cruel and useful - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"

Sun burns new meaning onto my skin - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"

Vomits up the sludge of abandonment - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"

Dissolve my bitter attachments - Fargo Tbaki "Palestine Is a Futurism: The Dream"


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Potential Titles: Alexander Te Pohe

passing rainbows amongst them - Alexander Te Pohe "Luna"

cascades between floating lakes - Alexander Te Pohe "Luna"

their glee becomes sparkles in raindrops - Alexander Te Pohe "Luna"

pulling them apart from the inside out - Alexander Te Pohe "Luna"

the ecstasy of utter freedom - Alexander Te Pohe "Luna"


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Potential Titles: Chase Twichell

The suggestive waters of the counterfeit - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

The ones that are snapshots of fear - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

The first wedge nostalgia drives into our dreaming - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

Maybe our dreams are corrupted - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

The weight of apples in the blossoms - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

Innocent surprise at mortality's panache - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

The slow whirlpool I conceal within myself - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

With the blade of nostalgia in your hearts - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

The first shadows are supple ones - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

School of gray glimpses - Chase Twichell "The Blade of Nostalgia"

Count down stone steps into the dark - Chase Twichell "Downstairs in Dreams"

Announce the rules of propagation - Chase Twichell "Erotic Energy"

The future moves from one part to another - Chase Twichell "Inland"

A note in a tender sequence - Chase Twichell "Inland"

The pleasure I take in loneliness - Chase Twichell "Inland"

The barbed berry-vines gone haywire - Chase Twichell "Inland"

Dust darkens the keys of the piano - Chase Twichell "Inland"

The clouds' disintegrating script - Chase Twichell "Never"

Clipped to a grass blade's underside - Chase Twichell "Never"

Eating olives as the sun goes down - Chase Twichell "Never"

Designed for imaginary people - Chase Twichell “The Phantoms for Which Clothes Are Designed”

But again the sky is spared - Chase Twichell "Stirred Up By Rain"

The noisy machine dissolves in the dusk - Chase Twichell "Stirred Up By Rain"

The dusk takes refuge in the steady rain - Chase Twichell "Stirred Up By Rain"

Believing is different than understanding - Chase Twichell "Stirred Up By Rain"

Cold tracks of language collapse into cinders - Chase Twichell "To the Reader: If You Asked Me"

Before their avalanches of farewell - Chase Twichell "To the Reader: If You Asked Me"

Break a twig on the lilac - Chase Twichell "To the Reader: Polaroids"

The cloud persists in the darkness - Chase Twichell "To the Reader: Polaroids"

Speak directly into the ear of the sky - Chase Twichell "To the Reader: Twilight"


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Potential Titles: Gretchen Tessmer

The king of water and fish and things - Gretchen Tessmer "Hey Man, Nice Shot"

Slammed his second fist into the bedrock of the sea - Gretchen Tessmer "Hey Man, Nice Shot"

But zero gravity condenses nothing - Gretchen Tessmer "A Jar of Condensed Milk"

Everything wild and wonder-touched - Gretchen Tessmer "A Jar of Condensed Milk"

A drop of ink in a dish of milk - Gretchen Tessmer "A Jar of Condensed Milk"


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Potential Titles: Shveta Thakrar

Blues and greens framed in a circle of filigree - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

Drew it back in with pen and pigment - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

When the parched river drank you down - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

Even art demands to be fed - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

Not only tears and time but souls and selves - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

Enchantments, too, must be nourished - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

On the days made of fire and dust - Shveta Thakrar "A Love in Twelve Feathers"

Flax in search of a spinning wheel - Shveta Thakrar "Shadowskin"

Watery dreams against the desert of her days - Shveta Thakrar "Shadowskin"

Cast her own spell of bloom and blood - Shveta Thakrar "Shadowskin"


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Potential Titles: Russell Thorburn

In the mirror of a fading photograph - Russell Thorburn "Bad Men and Dirt"

Dropped into a cold marble bowl of thought - Russell Thorburn "Many Miles from Home"

The night when fog hungered for clarity - Russell Thorburn "Many Miles from Home"

Through the black threads that defined me - Russell Thorburn "Scars"

The body crouching inside its burden - Russell Thorburn "Sunday Jazz"

Pain emerging from unexpected places - Russell Thorburn "Sunday Jazz"

But the mirror is not the truth - Russell Thorburn "Sunday Jazz"

Knuckles bared for blood and bone - Russell Thorburn "Tracking the Wolf"

Curse this day of hunting for a wolf - Russell Thorburn "Tracking the Wolf"

The wind threads its needles through skin - Russell Thorburn "Tracking the Wolf"

Before the wolf becomes invisible - Russell Thorburn "Tracking the Wolf"

Viewing time is a stoning - Russell Thorburn "The TV Guide as the Book of Job"

A forgotten film of the apocalypse - Russell Thorburn "The TV Guide as the Book of Job"

Strings him along in nightmare billboards - Russell Thorburn "The TV Guide as the Book of Job"

Nightmare billboards of horizontal gone wrong - Russell Thorburn "The TV Guide as the Book of Job"

A snowstorm that buries the best of everything - Russell Thorburn "The TV Guide as the Book of Job"


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Potential Titles: Évelyne Trouillot

pouring coffee on my recollections - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

not revealing where the moon finds its water - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

the words dry up in the palm of my hand - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

not letting me baptize the dark - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

when prayer kneels before poverty - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

our daughters fly kites by the cathedral - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

washing their marbles in the vestry - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

each grain of rice leaving a scar on our skin - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

when the sun loses its way - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges

stand tiptoe to gather stars that capsize - Évelyne Trouillot "A Rain of Stars" [excerpts] transl. by Danielle Legros Georges


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Potential Titles: M.B.M. Toland

Lighting the watery way - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

By herself impressed on the tide - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

Sank amid ripples of light - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

Naiads arose on the tide - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

The Nymph's caverned cell - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

In her fairy-queen pride - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"

Vanished like flashes of light - M.B.M. Toland "Aegle"


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Potential Titles: Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie

A brazen thief never charged - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry"

With sharp machete eyes - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry"

Weigh down the wings of airborn birds - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry"

Camoflouged bombers on the ground floor of truth - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry"

Taking dynamite to it's foundation - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry" [sic]

The scratch marks on my spirit - Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie "Forced Entry"


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Potential Titles: Bayard Taylor

I'm making the assumption that 'Bayard Taylor' and 'J. Bayard Taylor' are the same poet. Bayard Taylor was affiliated with Graham's Magazine as an editor in 1848, and I can't find anything about a person with that initial J. in the right time period. This doesn't mean I'm guessing right, however, as there's no mention of Bayard Taylor using that J. in his Wikipedia article. I just don't care enough to dig.


Sit'st alone within her void, cold halls - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The dreary wind ebbs, voiceless - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Beckoning ghosts of crime and dreams of maddening beauty - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The spectral march of some approaching Doom - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Gleams of shining wonder dazzle through the void - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Wakes from the darkness of three thousand years - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

And through the boundless empyrean leaps - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

As they pace the crystal walls of Heaven - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Down the blue fields of the untraveled Infinite - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

One sweet, dilating wave thrills the pure deep - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

As an orphan calls his vanished brother - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

White through my cradled dreams - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Whence the heart leaps forth to life - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Gentle footsteps wandered near to mine - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Through the warm starting of my hoarding tears - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Stars gleam through the twilight vapors of the sea - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The lost language of the book of Life - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

The stormy rush of grand orchestral triumph - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Now when the bitter truth is learned - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Come with the true heart of the faithful Night - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Cast away the masquing garb of hollow Day - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Make clear the road through toil and darkness - J. Bayard Taylor "The Angel of the Soul" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Fainting on the shores of Dawn - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Guarded by the demon owl - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Not a breath from out the West - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

All this youth in Earth's old veins - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Had that witch ne'er crossed the sea - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

Sorrowing birds in Autumn went - Bayard Taylor "Ariel in the Cloven Pine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

While the dust, exulting, marches forth - Bayard Taylor "Earth-Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

When the mountain is swathed in flame - Bayard Taylor "Earth-Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Keeps green and fresh in his spicy heart - Bayard Taylor "Earth-Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Go where the battle clarions blare - Bayard Taylor "Earth-Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The vine's bright blood shall crown the bowl - Bayard Taylor "Earth-Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Storm-worried Argo slept - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

And long the way from Colchis - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

The listless oars suspended - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

Shocked by Jove's dread thunder - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

Where Pelion's twilight shadow falls - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

The towers of Jason's sea-girt city - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

With us beneath the emerald waters - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

On the untroubled sands of ocean - Bayard Taylor "Hylas"

Whose inlaid marbles mock the flowers - Bayard Taylor "The Odalisque" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

To charm the languid evening hours - Bayard Taylor "The Odalisque" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Reckon its hoard of saddened memories - Bayard Taylor "The Odalisque" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Gird the complaining shores of snow - J. Bayard Taylor "A Requiem in the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

The echo of a sigh beside the loud, resounding sea - J. Bayard Taylor "A Requiem in the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Save this one spark of burning grief - J. Bayard Taylor "A Requiem in the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

Gloom and frost are free to spoil and ravage here - J. Bayard Taylor "A Requiem in the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

This last wild requiem for the lost - J. Bayard Taylor "A Requiem in the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]


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Potential Titles: Tess Taylor

Half a mile down from Monticello - Tess Taylor "Eighteenth Century Remains"

We stand amid blown cypresses - Tess Taylor "Eighteenth Century Remains"

Inheritors of absences - Tess Taylor "Eighteenth Century Remains"

Relief at finding something left - Tess Taylor "Eighteenth Century Remains"

Vanish off like blue smoke plumes - Tess Taylor "Eighteenth Century Remains"

Unstave the winter's tangle - Tess Taylor "Mud Season"

Sad tomatoes, sullen sky - Tess Taylor "Mud Season"

Unplay the summer's blight - Tess Taylor "Mud Season"

In the sky, starlings eddying - Tess Taylor "Mud Season"

Woke to wild unfrozen prattle - Tess Taylor "Mud Season"

Again today our patron star - Tess Taylor "Solstice"

Light builds a monument to its passing - Tess Taylor "Solstice"

Slips past the sun's long kiss - Tess Taylor "Solstice"

We head home in other starlight - Tess Taylor "Solstice"

From unquiet bricks and boards - Tess Taylor "Wedding Album 1977"


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Potential Titles: Amber Flora Thomas

Spun by light and dropped into shadow - Amber Flora Thomas "Damaged Photos"

Get into puddles with the sky - Amber Flora Thomas "Damaged Photos"

Worry’s school - Amber Flora Thomas “Headwind”

Unable to beat the storm - Amber Flora Thomas “Headwind”

In its rusty evolution toward shadow - Amber Flora Thomas "Shed"

To outgrow a fortified spiral - Amber Flora Thomas "Shed"

And in the dark was not afraid - Amber Flora Thomas "Shed"


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Potential Titles: Charles West Thomson

Cannot all its treasures keep - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

Sparkles of hope, and drops of fear - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

Wild thoughts and strange imaginings - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

With wishes proud but vain - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

Whose wasted warmth but nurtures pain - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

To range the world of thought - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

A wing too weak to soar - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

Choked with weeds of car - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

From the world's tempestuous sea - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"

Revel in its rage and wrath - Charles West Thomson "Sighs for the Unattainable"


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Potential Titles: J.A. Tinnon

Worship at a faithless shrine - J.A. Tinnon "I'll Blame Thee Not"

May still be won in beauty's bowers - J.A. Tinnon "I'll Blame Thee Not"

Wear a wreath of fading flowers - J.A. Tinnon "I'll Blame Thee Not"

Scarce one trace of its deep burning - J.A. Tinnon "I'll Blame Thee Not"

To hide a heart of common clay - J.A. Tinnon "I'll Blame Thee Not"


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Potential Titles: Elizabeth Torres

A series of constructed incidents - Elizabeth Torres "The Play"

With or without witnesses - Elizabeth Torres "The Play"

Thorns in the part of memory you cannot reach - Elizabeth Torres "The Play"

Highlights the potential for interruption - Elizabeth Torres "The Play"

With strong roots and thick branches - Elizabeth Torres "The Tree"

That grow robustly to compete for sunlight - Elizabeth Torres "The Tree"

Exile begins now among these clouds - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

Premonition wanders through the corridors - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

And makes silence pollute the air - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

The symmetry of fatigue - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

The beginning of invisible lives - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

The past is kept in bubbles - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"

Name the tragedy the banishment - Elizabeth Torres "The Voyage"


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Potential Titles: J.B. Trend

Low-breathed air and inwoven melody - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Twined marvellously together - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

To the farthest bound off song - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Each delicate, rival thread - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Echoing tones your touch unpenned - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

That rivetted life with love - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Your unrelenting notes flit by - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Death and music in my thought - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

A sail that wind takes wantonly - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"

Let your fugue pursue its scornful flight - J.B. Trend "During Music: Fantasy and Fugue"


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Potential Titles: Brian Turner

This bullet-borne language - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

Ringing of threadwork and carpet - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

These voices of dust - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

Rifle in Babylon rifles in Sumer - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

Of midnight in gunpowder and oil - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

Threading of bullets in muscle and bone - Brian Turner "Phantom Noise"

The difficult harvest of a life - Brian Turner "Thera"


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Potential Titles: Perhat Tursun

In that tower built of skulls - Perhat Tursun "Elegy" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

The trace of blood on the thorn - Perhat Tursun "The Heart" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Always looking for bad luck - Perhat Tursun "The Heart" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

When every night turns into a dream - Perhat Tursun "The Heart" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The darkness cannot light the street - Perhat Tursun "The Night" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

And the mountains howl like wolves - Perhat Tursun "The Tarim River" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Now that the Sun had perished - Perhat Tursun "The Tarim River" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A bonfire abandoned by caravan - Perhat Tursun "The Tarim River" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

An azure flower secretly blooms - Perhat Tursun "The Tarim River" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun


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Potential Titles: Peter Twal

Gives birth to another police procedural - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

Burps up the summer's burnt dust - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

All pockets turned up empty afterwards - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

Picking open a tabernacle - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

The Bible never changes its mind - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

How to build a case against the bees - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"

Horseradish on your bread instead of butter - Peter Twal "This Sunday in Ordinary Time"


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Potential Titles: Kristen Tracy

Wear my sadness like a coat - Kristen Tracy "About Myself"

Follow the bleached stones home - Kristen Tracy "Contemplating Light"

Dwindled to bone and dust - Kristen Tracy "Fable Revisited"

Who insist on confronting machines - Kristen Tracy "Fable Revisited"

Subsist on vegetation and luck - Kristen Tracy "Fable Revisited"

Knives dismantling the hills deer by deer - Kristen Tracy "Field Lesson"

Armed with irresistible secrets - Kristen Tracy "Half-Hatched"

On a zodiac track - Kristen Tracy "Half-Hazard"

Under a spoon of stars - Kristen Tracy "Hanging Up"

Today the goose is made of steel - Kristen Tracy "Having It?"

Wanting the eggs to be our miracle - Kristen Tracy "Having It?"

The liver was a prophet - Kristen Tracy "Hepatoscopy"

Bread crumbs in my pockets - Kristen Tracy "Local Hazards"

Always wanted the tiger - Kristen Tracy "Presto"

Zebras zipped across the field - Kristen Tracy "Rain at the Zoo"

Reasons only a cow can know - Kristen Tracy "Sometimes This Happens"

Dead flames send me letters - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"

Not uncommon to crave abundance - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"

My heart a fist of twine - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"

The rabbit darts over the open road - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"

My open window filled with advice - Kristen Tracy "Taming the Dog"

Fur holding the light of a whole moon - Kristen Tracy "Taming the Dog"

By following a trail of rhymes - Kristen Tracy "Tell"

On the other elbow of this country - Kristen Tracy "Teton Road"

Aware of all the world's worst secrets - Kristen Tracy "To the Tender"

Dreaming up ways to thwart the crows - Kristen Tracy "To the Tender"

Apricots spicing the air - Kristen Tracy "Undressed"

Take my conscience out for waffles - Kristen Tracy "Urban Animals"

Hook and net sweeping the deep sea - Kristen Tracy "Urban Animals"

You can't expect a pig to care - Kristen Tracy "Urge"

Where every romance had fangs - Kristen Tracy "Vampires Today"

How long does a blizzard last? - Kristen Tracy "Waiting for Crocuses"

Frostbite around the corner - Kristen Tracy "Waiting for Crocuses"

Didn't waste a single crumb of joy - Kristen Tracy "Waiting for Crocuses"


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Potential Titles: Jean Toomer

A nerve of the cosmos - Jean Toomer "As the Eagle Soars"

Trying to quiver into place - Jean Toomer "As the Eagle Soars"

Be an exercise, not an exhibition - Jean Toomer "As the Eagle Soars"

Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day - Jean Toomer "Cotton Song" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Leaving shore to charm the moon - Jean Toomer "Evening Song"

Rising on the waters of my heart - Jean Toomer "Evening Song"

The ripples blown by pain - Jean Toomer "Face"

Cluster grapes of sorrow - Jean Toomer "Face"

Nearly ripe for worms - Jean Toomer "Face"

Lazily disdaining to pursue the setting sun - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Hold a lengthened tournament for flashing gold - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Passively darkens for a night's barbecue - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

A feast of moon and men and barking hounds - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Where plowed lands fulfill their early promise - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Go singing through the footpaths of the swamp - Jean Toomer "Georgia Dusk" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold - Jean Toomer "November Cotton Flower" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

To take all water from the streams- Jean Toomer "November Cotton Flower" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

In wells a hundred feet below the ground- Jean Toomer "November Cotton Flower" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

In the sawdust glow of night - Jean Toomer "Song of the Son"

Before an epoch's sun declines - Jean Toomer "Song of the Son"


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