somethingdarker | Nov. 1st, 2011

Nov. 1st, 2011

No riches now can raise me - George Wither "I Loved a Lass"

The sun would steale a kisse - George Wither "A Love Song"

'Twas others dranke the wine - George Wither "A Love Song"

No miserie amaze me - George Wither "A Love Song"

To borrow comfort in the midst of sorrow - George Wither, born 1588, died 1677 "Poesie" [The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 2, April 7, 1832]

The blackest discontents be her fairest ornaments - George Wither, born 1588, died 1677 "Poesie" [The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 2, April 7, 1832]

The black shade that those hanging vaults have made - George Wither, born 1588, died 1677 "Poesie" [The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 2, April 7, 1832]

This black den which rocks emboss - George Wither, born 1588, died 1677 "Poesie" [The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 2, April 7, 1832]

Music in her sweetest key - George Wither "Vanished Blessings"

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Plotting ever some new mischief - Huldah Lucile Winsted "The Deluge"

Left his throne of ice and snow - Huldah Lucile Winsted "The Deluge"

And with chains the rivers lashed - Huldah Lucile Winsted "The Deluge"

The North Wind roared defiance to the gods - Huldah Lucile Winsted "The Deluge"

To trace down your ancestors' name - Huldah Lucile Winsted "In the Land of Dakota"

And our souls learn wonderful lessons - Huldah Lucile Winsted "In the Land of Dakota"

Winding rivers seeking distant homes - Huldah Lucile Winsted "North Dakota--Past and Present"

Argosies of earth their treasures bear - Huldah Lucile Winsted "North Dakota--Past and Present"

Where lingering daylight plays with the skirts of night - Huldah Lucile Winsted "North Dakota Sunsets"

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Offered himself in pieces - Tanaya Winder "Becoming a Ghost"

Tossed his heartstrings over telephone wire - Tanaya Winder "Becoming a Ghost"

The first time we drowned in history - Tanaya Winder "Becoming a Ghost"

The bitterness buried itself in my tongue - Tanaya Winder "Becoming a Ghost"

We were never ones to avoid pain - Tanaya Winder "For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It's the Quickest Way Through"

Grown up to be a storm - Tanaya Winder "For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It's the Quickest Way Through"

Committed ourselves to flood and flight - Tanaya Winder "For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It's the Quickest Way Through"

We've chased cloudbursts ever since - Tanaya Winder "For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It's the Quickest Way Through"

Helped us no longer be afraid of ghosts - Tanaya Winder "For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It's the Quickest Way Through"

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Sacred solace and enchanting spell - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

And cease to know the poet's rapture - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The unhallowed shrine of pomp and pride - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The praises sold at truth's expense - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

A heart from whence no guile shall rise - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Fame beyond the eternal gloom - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Malignant stars their influence shed - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

That mock the painted bow of Iris - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

When the last echoes of my harp expire - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

When Death shall veil these objects - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Then let the world its malice all combine - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

Which all their curs'd malevolence defies - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

In the anguish of the mortal hour - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

The grim tyrant stalks full panoplied in power - L.A. Wilmer "To Mira" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]

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Green light burning in the stars - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

A glare of lights appears and strobes - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

Propelled by deep voltaic rage - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

Shifting in the verdant, starlit breeze - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

How psychic storms survive to power flesh - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

And consciousness boils from photosynthesis - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

No shadows in the gauzy light - Dana Wilde "Abductions"

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Imperfections filed into ghost - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

Charcoal-smudged, smelling of smoke - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

Edged like teeth and dense with veins - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

Whiter than silk and redder than thread - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

And take your fingers from the monster's teeth - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

Scatter my petals so that I will never grow again - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"

The air suddenly redolent of borderlands - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

The season trees begin to dress for death - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

A premonition of the first sweet bite - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

A syrup, sweet-bitter with smoke - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

Tallow ripple cleaving the bark - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

The vascular system of flowering things - Jessica P. Wick "Sap and Superstition"

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When sunlight stole through the soft hours - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

We'll not mourn for the faded and gone - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Sweet is the music that Memory flings - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Bearing our lost through the starlight above - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Fadeless and fair is that glorious dawn - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Wear its deep impress of changes - Miss S.J.C. Whittlesey "Fadde and Gone" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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Lend it to you like a payday loan - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

When no longer isolated from the universe's wealth - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

A wren trapped on my screened porch - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Your eyes that seem to cast starlight - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

As it slips from a curl of birch skin - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Settles over you like dry snow - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

You drew your visions on my forearm - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Each day without a thought of you - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

A forest where I do not recognize the trees - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

My rooster's voice clattering all day - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Electrons blur and clarify their positions - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

The gray of a glass of water in a dimly lit room - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Infested me with a ruinous desire - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Subject to vast power structures - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

Refused to translate yourselves - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

A single hair balanced on a fingertip - Amie Whittemore "The Alien Epistles, Letters 1-3"

A common language of alarm - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

When the zebra finches felt the first pinch of climate change - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

Dawn's chorus is a peace-making operation - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

The birds with the biggest eyes sing first - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

A call for mobbing, a call for fleeing - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

The survivor must learn a new tune - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

Some kites drop fire onto the earth - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

Neither ice nor snow lived long enough - Amie Whittemore "Future History of Earth's Birds"

Redbuds dispersing their ruby secrets - Amie Whittemore "Ghosting Aubade"

Kept the body taut with thirst - Amie Whittemore "Ghosting Aubade"

Some come to us in the perfection of their frailty - Amie Whittemore "Ghosting Aubade"

To watch the earth paint the moon gray - Amie Whittemore "Lunar Eclipse"

Look up the etymology of melancholia - Amie Whittemore "Lunar Eclipse"

I've come to a different power tonight - Amie Whittemore "Lunar Eclipse"

The self stripped of alimonies, stripped of pearls - Amie Whittemore "Lunar Eclipse"

No incantation, no rosemary and statice - Amie Whittemore "Spell for the End of Grief"

No keening women in grim dresses - Amie Whittemore "Spell for the End of Grief"

No cauldrons, no candles, no hickory wands - Amie Whittemore "Spell for the End of Grief"

You be the marrow, I'll be the bone - Amie Whittemore "Spell for the End of Grief"

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Free to wander, and free to bide - A.D.T. Whitney "Along, Long, Long"

The path is narrowed to only a lane - A.D.T. Whitney "Along, Long, Long"

No language ever brought a living word - A.D.T. Whitney "Attic Salt"

Unconscious martyrs to their fate - A.D.T. Whitney "Attic Salt"

On the brink of something brilliant - A.D.T. Whitney "Attic Salt"

Winged things may stoop to any door - A.D.T. Whitney "Attic Salt"

That can put the salt upon their tails - A.D.T. Whitney "Attic Salt"

Caparisoned at cost beyond all counting - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

A lasting light along her pathway shed - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

Nor bitter irony a truth foreshows - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

And let the folly-chimes outvoice the tone - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

The wondrous oracle in both ways read - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

That holds the key-note of celestial cheer - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

Hangs heaven's echoes round her footsteps - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

Dispensing with justice the broth and the bread - A.D.T. Whitney "The Big Shoe"

Marked him with his own black stamp - A.D.T. Whitney "Bo-Peep"

Stands face to face with bitter Truth - A.D.T. Whitney "Bo-Peep"

'T were all in vain to linger here - A.D.T. Whitney "Bo-Peep"

Lead the train of joys withheld - A.D.T. Whitney "Bo-Peep"

A rare touch of most effective art - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

A big ship to carry all creation - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

Other fond, erroneous calculation of splendid schemes - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

The stuff Hope takes to build her brittle boat - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

To make the halting history much longer - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

With life's great venture, in an ark of clay - A.D.T. Whitney "Bowls"

When every little gosling sings - A.D.T. Whitney "Brahmic"

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The glades with mingled music stir - Mary Webb "Green Rain"

And wildly laughs the woodpecker - Mary Webb "Green Rain"

Blackthorn petals pearl the breeze - Mary Webb "Green Rain"

Golden water or green hail - Mary Webb "Green Rain"

In an old coat and a faded gown - Mary Webb "Market Day"

We take our roots and country sweets - Mary Webb "Market Day"

Where high walls shade the steep old streets - Mary Webb "Market Day"

The sun spreads out his shining wires - Mary Webb "Market Day"

Through startled lapwings now we run - Mary Webb "Market Day"

Where honeysuckle horns blow clear - Mary Webb "Market Day"

On the wrinkled stream the willows lean - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

And fling a very ecstasy of green - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

The chestnut tree admires her large-leaved shadow - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

Such a flight as archangels might envy - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

And made obeisance to the Spring - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

In the wavering amber at her feet - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

Hears a presage in the ancient thunder - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

With two small shadows following after - Mary Webb "The Water-Ousel"

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Exerting Beauty's easy privilege - Arthur Waugh "The Beautiful Swan"

A mirror spread in each direction - Arthur Waugh "The Beautiful Swan"

Where she reflects upon her own reflection - Arthur Waugh "The Beautiful Swan"

According to your merits he will treat you - Arthur Waugh "The British Bull-Dog"

Take for a change a narrower range - Arthur Waugh "An Explanation"

And some in fens conceal them - Arthur Waugh "The Friendly Hen"

Where every child can steal them - Arthur Waugh "The Friendly Hen"

A little crowd of people to adore you - Arthur Waugh "The Growing Colt"

Simpler than in Aristotle's day - Arthur Waugh "The Learned Pig"

The hours of the harness know little rest - Arthur Waugh "The Toilsome Goat"

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Should signs of mortal feud be found - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Why seek with such vain thoughts to wean - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

That darker deeds have oft been done - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

From loftier triumphs sure must spring - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

And turn our thoughts on deeds of blood - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

Wants no trophies here of strife - Alaric A. Watts "Stanzas [Oh! why amid this hallowed scene]" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

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Dry air dusty and spinning with flies - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

Intoxicated and warm with our tedium - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

Counting crows and listening to cricket whispers - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

Dream shimmer angels danding in chalk veils - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

Later in star syrup darkness - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

The feverish offering of our cold water sacrifices - Lucy A.E. Ward "Haystacks"

They move in a slow wheel of devastation - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

Dark sisters spinning with the grace of death - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

Shawls of lost memories about their shoulders - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

Skirt hems dirtied with a dying sun's dust - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

Draw you close with siren whispers - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

Here stands alone the grail of Adam's blood - Lucy A.E. Ward "Reunion"

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While the other half lives in the crypt - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

Go down to the grotto with your headlamp and crowbar - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

Reserve a little for myself - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

The impossibility of making a day - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

Leaking one's soul for want of an angel - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

And pearls of light rained down on me - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

The lonely expedition toward the center of everything - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

A thing hanging in the air at night - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

The secret to survival is to disappear - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

A glass palace overlooking an airport - Jackie Wang "Life is a Place Where it's Forbidden to Live"

Take the palace escalator heavenward - Jackie Wang "Life is a Place Where it's Forbidden to Live"

To atone for the sin of being alive - Jackie Wang "Masochism of the Knees"

In the dream blindfold and bandage are one - Jackie Wang "Masochism of the Knees"

An elegy for the not-quite-dead - Jackie Wang "Refuge"

Beneath the canopy of forgotten dreams - Jackie Wang "Refuge"

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How I laughed at some one's folly - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "The Leaf Prophetic" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.681, 13 Jan. 1877]

Read my fortune on a leaf of shining holly - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "The Leaf Prophetic" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.681, 13 Jan. 1877]

Brought us not one thought of sadness - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "The Leaf Prophetic" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.681, 13 Jan. 1877]

Rocks where blooms the mountain rose - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lenachluten" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.702, 9 June 1877]

Crags where the purple heather grows - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lenachluten" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.702, 9 June 1877]

With folly and sin are fraught - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lenachluten" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.702, 9 June 1877]

Dim earth's beauty with stain and spot - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lenachluten" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.702, 9 June 1877]

Dazzles the earth with his spirit's flight - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lenachluten" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.702, 9 June 1877]

Only a scrap of paper, old and worn - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lines Written After Perusing a Letter Written by Robert Burns" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.737, 9 Feb. 1878]

Penned these words on which we gaze - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lines Written After Perusing a Letter Written by Robert Burns" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.737, 9 Feb. 1878]

That held a sting for falsehood, and for pride - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lines Written After Perusing a Letter Written by Robert Burns" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.737, 9 Feb. 1878]

The signs so careless traced one day - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Lines Written After Perusing a Letter Written by Robert Burns" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.737, 9 Feb. 1878]

Ring out, my bells, in accents clear - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

Soothe the soul with sorrow aching - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

Cheer the life when all's forsaking - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

Sing of joy to hearts now breaking - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

And wake the echoes back again - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

O'er the mountains waft my dreaming - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

Upon inspiring notes of song - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

Upon the listening air your silver spell - H.K.W. [Helen K. Wilson] "Song of the Carilloneur" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.682, 20 Jan. 1877]

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Weave your flaming splendours o'er me - F.H. Wood "At the Mill" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.124-v.III, 15 May 1886]

Harbingers of halcyon days - F.H. Wood "At the Mill" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.124-v.III, 15 May 1886]

With the burden of your sweetness - F.H. Wood "At the Mill" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.124-v.III, 15 May 1886]

Fickle he as swallow's glancing - F.H. Wood "At the Mill" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.124-v.III, 15 May 1886]

Wavering as the May-fly's dancing - F.H. Wood "At the Mill" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.124-v.III, 15 May 1886]

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As We heard your walls crumbling - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

In lies We've exposed for centuries - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Always heard chasms calling you - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Calling you into a mirror refraction of a future - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

You don't see the humanity of We - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Neither human only nor things you can fillip like lint - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

We feast on all you take for granted - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Sun, phosphorus, CO2, prayer - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

We know how reckless you can be - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Mugwort, red clover, firethorn for compost & company - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Live to breath April's musk another day - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Last autumn's frost, thick as your indifference - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Plotting to devour every leaf We release - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

November's tempests thawed us enough - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

A tattered flag's ragtime softshoe these lines will never do - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

Rhapsodic outbursts of brilliance coloring every damned spot - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

The unhinged quiet of the reverie - L. Lamar Wilson "Lauren Oya Olamina Explains Earthseed to Ernest Hemingway"

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Scarce had died that plaintive strain - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

Thunder pealed above the tide - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

Knew not whence the magic came - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

An untried wanderer on the wing - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

All that stern Wisdom could desire - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

Those winged words my thoughts had sent - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

Her gallant hearts were numbered - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

The voice of mirth was hushed - Mrs. Alaric Watts "The Ship's First Voyage" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.452, 28 Aug. 1852]

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In the zenith of his great renown - Joseph R. Wilson "An Actor's Epitaph"

Within the theatre of the mighty dead - Joseph R. Wilson "An Actor's Epitaph"

'Tis not the soul that crumbles - Joseph R. Wilson "Avaunt! Ye Tears"

Entered the gates of my soul - Joseph R. Wilson "Blind Beggar of Albuquerque"

A tongue that never lies - Joseph R. Wilson "A Country Romance"

The maiden queen of recreant dreams - Joseph R. Wilson "Dreams"

Queen of a land of terror - Joseph R. Wilson "Dreams"

Had rung in the morning of centuries - Joseph R. Wilson "The Lilacs of Shawmont"

A fairy phantom of the mind - Joseph R. Wilson "Mi-Lady's Shoe"

Hailed the cuckoo's cry - Joseph R. Wilson "My Boyhood's Home"

The caverns of mysterious thought - Joseph R. Wilson "Mystery"

Trumpets heard on every shore - Joseph R. Wilson "Napoleon's Tomb"

Under the lindens we wandered - Joseph R. Wilson "One Sweet Moment"

Fell like a kiss from the sky - Joseph R. Wilson "One Sweet Moment"

Blended her shadow with mine - Joseph R. Wilson "One Sweet Moment"

Ghosts upon the trail - Joseph R. Wilson "The Santa Fe Trail"

Strange spectres in the moonlight - Joseph R. Wilson "The Santa Fe Trail"

The passing shadow of a cloud - Joseph R. Wilson "Sunrise from the Alvarado Hotel, Albuquerque, New Mexico"

In Winter's leaden air - Joseph R. Wilson "Winter's Sorrows"

A voice of bygone gladness - Joseph R. Wilson "Winter's Sorrows"

Ripened in hours of darkest tribulation - Joseph R. Wilson "Words to Mendelssohn's 'Consolation'"

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When the sun takes a final bow - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

Only then do the fireflies enter - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

Our smallest hopes, evening's fading beacons - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

Windows sealed against the heat - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

As if we imagined that bit of air - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

A starry sky for the jar of the world - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

A star shorting out and out - Lauren K. Watel "The Last Act"

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Fairly and free should flow my fancies - E.G.W. "To a Lady" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.145-v.III, 9 Oct. 1886]

First to embody for the listening ear - E.G.W. "To a Lady" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.145-v.III, 9 Oct. 1886]

That deep below are hidden strongest roots - E.G.W. "To a Lady" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.145-v.III, 9 Oct. 1886]

We by our after-actions stand or fall - E.G.W. "To a Lady" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.145-v.III, 9 Oct. 1886]

And silent witness give that love shall last - E.G.W. "To a Lady" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.145-v.III, 9 Oct. 1886]

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In sad decay are first to fall, and fade away - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

But droops and dies before the storm - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

When Winter's gloomy face appears - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

Nor mix with his forgetful gloom - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

Till Time shall find Eternity - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

When the voice of thunder loud commands - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

And disappears amongst the gloom - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

While the stream of life shall roll - D.R.W. [David R. Williamson] "Lines to the Memory of Thomas Tyrie, a Young Edinburgh Poet of Great Promise" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.691, 24 March 1877]

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There is silence in the midnight - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "The Brothers: A Scene from '98"

Between the sentence and the scaffold - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "The Brothers: A Scene from '98"

To confront the tyrant's stormy glare - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "The Enigma"

Golden corn for the stranger - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "The Famine Year"

But the stranger reaps our harvest - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "The Famine Year"

The arrows of pestilence flying - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "Foreshadowings"

The tramp of the weird spirit-horses - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "Foreshadowings"

From the seven wounds bleeding - Jane Francesca Agnes Wilde "Foreshadowings"

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I have no idea whether this should be alphabetized under W or under C, so I'm arbitrarily deciding. The book I found these in didn't use the surname that Wikipedia provides, so I'm also not using it for indexing purposes.

Out of the window into the air - Wa Wa Chaw "The Indians' Spirit"

Fearless of sorrow and fearless of time - Wa Wa Chaw "The Indians' Spirit"

My psyche is precious time - Wa Wa Chaw "My Psyche and Wassaja"

My psyche can turn you round - Wa Wa Chaw "My Psyche and Wassaja"

And the Spaniards were seeking gold - Wa Wa Chaw "The Trial of the Mission Indian"

The blood in his veins was flowing cold - Wa Wa Chaw "The Trial of the Mission Indian"

When the seed of the acorn was dry - Wa Wa Chaw "The Trial of the Mission Indian"

Found help from the acorn seed - Wa Wa Chaw "The Trial of the Mission Indian"

And their cattle seemed to understand - Wa Wa Chaw "The Trial of the Mission Indian"

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The hard flint flaked to form - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "Arrow-Heads"

In the haunts of bison - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "Arrow-Heads"

Those hoarse and dismal cadences - Bertrand N. O. Walker "A Desert Memory"

Wander far and falter - Bertrand N. O. Walker "A Desert Memory"

The closely matted branches of the mesquite - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "A Mojave Lullaby"

From the ghost-hills of your fathers - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "A Mojave Lullaby"

Weave the zig-zag pathway - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "A Song of a Navajo Weaver"

By hands trained to deftness - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "A Strand of Wampum"

The shred of a thought from the fragments - Bertrand N.O. Walker [Hen-toh] "A Strand of Wampum"

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Within this net-work of the wood - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "The First American Alliance"

Pledged his soul and heart and hand - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "The First American Alliance"

A call that made the life-blood leap - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "The First American Alliance"

To try the world-wide cry - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "King Philip (Pometacom)"

Around the many Council fires - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "King Philip (Pometacom)"

Called his warriors by their name - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "King Philip (Pometacom)"

All these years without a rest - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "Montauk"

Old Ocean with its ceaseless roar - James E. Waters [Wild Pigeon] "Montauk"

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Hidden thoughts await the light - Kate Louise Wheeler "Hidden Treasures"

The varied treasures of the mine - Kate Louise Wheeler "Hidden Treasures"

The seeds that wake to flowers - Kate Louise Wheeler "Hidden Treasures"

Whose virtues are whispered above - Kate Louise Wheeler "Mother"

To the height of honor and fame - Kate Louise Wheeler "Mother"

Adds sunshine to each changing day - Kate Louise Wheeler "Mother"

To soothe one sorrow - Kate Louise Wheeler "My Petition"

Undaunted in times of distress - Kate Louise Wheeler "The Old Granite State"

And the world their deeds applaud - Kate Louise Wheeler "Thy Place"

Behold the beauty of fairer skies - Kate Louise Wheeler "Under the Pines"

The sound off the sighing sea - Kate Louise Wheeler "Under the Pines"

Whispers peace to each pensive pine - Kate Louise Wheeler "Under the Pines"

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The spelling of the poet's middle name varied in the periodical where I found it. It had an 'e' in the table of contents but not in the version attached to the poem itself. I'm assuming a typo but mostly rendering the name as it appeared with the poem.

Orion in his arctic tower - Henry Kirk White "Time"

Vollied lightnings cleave the air - Henry Kirk White "Time"

Swept unvarying from eternity - Henry Kirk White "Time"

Mild as the murmurs of the moonlight wave - Henry Kirk White "Time"

Brave the passing wind of many winters - Henry Kirk White "Time"

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When a myriad suns have burned and died - Helen Hay Whitney "Age"

For pride of spendthrift youth - Helen Hay Whitney "Age"

Grey on the great wall of Thought - Helen Hay Whitney "Age"

A glamour of the gorgeous summer green - Helen Hay Whitney "Alpha and Omega"

In the golden morning of my days - Helen Hay Whitney "Ambition and Love"

Where all the fires of fame burned glory - Helen Hay Whitney "Ambition and Love"

All the gauds that Fate bestows - Helen Hay Whitney "Amor Mysticus"

Swerve so little from my dream - Helen Hay Whitney "Amor Mysticus"

Locked against all circumstance - Helen Hay Whitney "Amor Mysticus"

Beneath the rain's unlicensed joys - Helen Hay Whitney "As a Pale Child"

As children play who make no noise - Helen Hay Whitney "As a Pale Child"

Contented with my flowers for stars - Helen Hay Whitney "As a Pale Child"

Pale and misty particles of Time - Helen Hay Whitney "Aspiration I"

Has drowned the hopes that Fortune held - Helen Hay Whitney "Aspiration I"

A blown leaf across the face of Time - Helen Hay Whitney "Ave atque Vale"

In this new symmetry you have no part - Helen Hay Whitney "Ave atque Vale"

Winds had their will of me - Helen Hay Whitney "Ave atque Vale"

In nonchalant procession to the dark - Helen Hay Whitney "Ave atque Vale"

Vex not the night with sound - Helen Hay Whitney "Be Still"

Caught the threaded echoes of the breeze - Helen Hay Whitney "Be Still"

Silence speaks the secret of the world - Helen Hay Whitney "Be Still"

All the precious boon I begged - Helen Hay Whitney "Beneath the Moon"

Through the hush of dawn a glad good-bye - Helen Hay Whitney "Beneath the Moon"

With a golden swift caress - Helen Hay Whitney "Bird Love--Rose Love"

Catch glints of rapture from the sky - Helen Hay Whitney "Bird Love--Rose Love"

Butterfly words from the sun - Helen Hay Whitney "Butterfly Words"

Flowers from off the lap of Time - Helen Hay Whitney "Chaque baiser vaut un roman"

The songs my voice has scorned - Helen Hay Whitney "Chaque baiser vaut un roman"

By the chance dropping of a tiny seed - Helen Hay Whitney "The Coming of Love"

Torn by winds and chilled with heedless snow - Helen Hay Whitney "The Coming of Love"

A sullen bar of light athwart the darkness - Helen Hay Whitney "The Days"

The place where tragic armies meet - Helen Hay Whitney "The Days"

Converse with the steeps of starry heaven - Helen Hay Whitney "The Dead Night"

Glowing amaranth droops upon its stalk - Helen Hay Whitney "Dear Dead Women"

Beggar thoughts pass down the lanes - Helen Hay Whitney "Disguised"

On the thorns that are the hours - Helen Hay Whitney "Disguised"

And leave no gifts but bitterness - Helen Hay Whitney "Disguised"

The hearts of all the ranging seas - Helen Hay Whitney "Does the Pearl Know?"

Who scorns the frown of Jove - Helen Hay Whitney "Does the Pearl Know?"

A space whose very size is pain - Helen Hay Whitney "A Dream in Fever"

In this vortex day with night combines - Helen Hay Whitney "A Dream in Fever"

A shuddering sea of silence - Helen Hay Whitney "A Dream in Fever"

Glimpsing the iris gateway barred ahead - Helen Hay Whitney "A Dream in Fever"

Across the blue of Isis' veil - Helen Hay Whitney "East and West"

Glints of prairie sun through river reeds - Helen Hay Whitney "East and West"

In the silence speak one quiet word - Helen Hay Whitney "Enough of Singing"

The four wide winds of evening - Helen Hay Whitney "Etoiles d'Enfer"

Tossed to their height by endless avatars - Helen Hay Whitney "Etoiles d'Enfer"

They know the stars of Hades - Helen Hay Whitney "Etoiles d'Enfer"

Fair blossoms spring from villany of weeds - Helen Hay Whitney "Etoiles d'Enfer"

Dare to raise our Babel thro' forbidden aisles - Helen Hay Whitney "Evening at Washington"

And hold the skirt of knowledge - Helen Hay Whitney "Evening at Washington"

Through calm unmeasured miles - Helen Hay Whitney "Evening at Washington"

A false love and a dismantled heart - Helen Hay Whitney "False"

Empty of faith and eager to depart - Helen Hay Whitney "False"

Hurls her rage against the sands - Helen Hay Whitney "False"

Piled with poppies and gold grain - Helen Hay Whitney "Flower of the Clove"

A lost star I wander down your sky - Helen Hay Whitney "Flower of the Clove"

With frozen heart and tearless eyes - Helen Hay Whitney "Flowers of Ice"

Fate idly throws these alms - Helen Hay Whitney "Flowers of Ice"

The crimson evil of a satyr's lips - Helen Hay Whitney "The Flowers of Proserpine"

Wake power to gain the fight - Helen Hay Whitney "For Your Sake"

Your false eyes closed forever - Helen Hay Whitney "The Forgiveness"

The kisses were ghostly with jasmine - Helen Hay Whitney "The Ghost"

And sought the island of enchanted skies - Helen Hay Whitney "The Golden Fruit"

With little rainbow rifts of seraph's eyes - Helen Hay Whitney "The Golden Fruit"

That breaks the thing it frees - Helen Hay Whitney "The Golden Fruit"

A wild little gnome in the wood - Helen Hay Whitney "The Grave of Hope"

And Hope that singes her wings - Helen Hay Whitney "The Grave of Hope"

We'd drink the years like wine - Helen Hay Whitney "How we would Live!"

All to-morrows hid behind the veil - Helen Hay Whitney "How we would Live!"

Catch the wind and twine the evening stars - Helen Hay Whitney "How we would Live!"

Lure the nightingale to sing - Helen Hay Whitney "How we would Live!"

The bare bright flame of the sun - Helen Hay Whitney "I Have Seen What the Seraphs Have Seen"

Brave mists that waver and wane - Helen Hay Whitney "I Have Seen What the Seraphs Have Seen"

Have burned to their last great glow - Helen Hay Whitney "In Autumn"

Seized by the angry wind - Helen Hay Whitney "In Autumn"

Spring will rise from her dungeon keep - Helen Hay Whitney "In Autumn"

Nor even with your eyes hold mine - Helen Hay Whitney "In Extremis"

Winding the garlands of May - Helen Hay Whitney "In the Grave"

Upon this alien shore I lean - Helen Hay Whitney "In the Mist"

The wind lays ghostly kisses on my lips - Helen Hay Whitney "In the Mist"

Drive wild gods in their flight - Helen Hay Whitney "In Tonga"

Leopard skin about her shoulders flung - Helen Hay Whitney "The Joy of Life"

Altars to their souls' fine fires - Helen Hay Whitney "The Joy of Life"

Prisons of triumphant night - Helen Hay Whitney "The Last Cloud"

Upon the altar of my heart's despair - Helen Hay Whitney "The Last Gift"

Tears as stars to sparkle in her hair - Helen Hay Whitney "The Last Gift"

A joy which can encompass grief - Helen Hay Whitney "Little Sad Face"

Great in loneliness of grey despair - Helen Hay Whitney "Little Sad Face"

Yielded her heart's sweet strife - Helen Hay Whitney "The Love of the Rose"

An endless immortality to blend - Helen Hay Whitney "Love's Kiss"

And so shall end my dream - Helen Hay Whitney "Love's Kiss"

We who play with rainbows - Helen Hay Whitney "Love's Legacy"

Serene within the shadow - Helen Hay Whitney "Lyric Love"

The world deserves its wisdom - Helen Hay Whitney "Lyric Love"

In hues of tulip twilight flowers - Helen Hay Whitney "Lyric Love"

Out of the purple treasuries of night - Helen Hay Whitney "Malua"

Guarding the temple gates of peace - Helen Hay Whitney "Malua"

Has heard the message of the Rose - Helen Hay Whitney "The Message"

Glory trembling through the air - Helen Hay Whitney "The Message"

Pale as the ghost of a flower - Helen Hay Whitney "Music"

Through fingers her jewels are falling - Helen Hay Whitney "Music"

The sea dreaming of stars - Helen Hay Whitney "Music"

The morning dancing with life - Helen Hay Whitney "Music"

Earth holds no sweeter secret - Helen Hay Whitney "My Brook"

Of every silver ripple meet the trees - Helen Hay Whitney "My Brook"

Lies under the swinging moon - Helen Hay Whitney "On the White Road"

Across the avenue of limes - Helen Hay Whitney "The Pattern of the Earth"

A little mist by ghosts made magical - Helen Hay Whitney "The Pattern of the Earth"

Through this bewildering maze of spring - Helen Hay Whitney "Persephone"

One amber dawn's delight - Helen Hay Whitney "Persephone"

Drink the lees of bitter wine - Helen Hay Whitney "The Philosopher"

Grant me the tragic deepness of the cup - Helen Hay Whitney "Pity Me Not!"

Shrined in a beryl cup - Helen Hay Whitney "Pot-Pourri"

Daring the flame of the sun - Helen Hay Whitney "Prayers"

Strong for the chill of the star - Helen Hay Whitney "Prayers"

Face the day's white monotone - Helen Hay Whitney "The Ribbon"

A silver string to pearls of sun - Helen Hay Whitney "The Ribbon"

Stained by the ardent silver of the stars - Helen Hay Whitney "The Rose-Colored Camelia-Tree"

Rose blossoms, traitors to the night - Helen Hay Whitney "The Rose-Colored Camelia-Tree"

Crimson poison petal of the South - Helen Hay Whitney "The Ruby"

Worn with long monotonies of pain - Helen Hay Whitney "The Scarlet Thread"

Working out the curse of Cain - Helen Hay Whitney "The Scarlet Thread"

Felt the fire of passion's sway - Helen Hay Whitney "The Scarlet Thread"

Show us crimson in some tragic way - Helen Hay Whitney "The Scarlet Thread"

Hold up the hollow of your hand - Helen Hay Whitney "Sigh Not for Love"

Catch the sparks that flutter from the stars - Helen Hay Whitney "Sigh Not for Love"

Weep for Winter's tempest wild - Helen Hay Whitney "Sigh Not for Love"

A pale and crownless rose - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Love is a broken lily]"

Made chilly by traitor touch of snows - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Love is a broken lily]"

A cadence trailing where broken music falls - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Love is a broken lily]"

Dancing shadows on the snow - Helen Hay Whitney "A Song of the Oregon Trail"

Loose the storm-dogs from their bed - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Sofly sighs the gracious wind]"

Disdains the wind's rough courting - Helen Hay Whitney "Spring and Autumn"

Her tears dissolve the earth - Helen Hay Whitney "Spring and Autumn"

Though her searching steps be light and fleet - Helen Hay Whitney "Spring and Autumn"

All the sun-stained fragments of the day - Helen Hay Whitney "The Supreme Sacrifice"

Fighting the stars for glory - Helen Hay Whitney "The Supreme Sacrifice"

Within the breast of brooding Earth - Helen Hay Whitney "The Supreme Sacrifice"

Leave the beaches of my heart - Helen Hay Whitney "The Tide of the Heart"

And left the naked sands forlorn - Helen Hay Whitney "The Tide of the Heart"

To bide the seas return - Helen Hay Whitney "The Tide of the Heart"

Full flooded on the fainting sands - Helen Hay Whitney "The Tide of the Heart"

The deep mysterious caves forget the distant night - Helen Hay Whitney "The Tide of the Heart"

Pour out my life as wine - Helen Hay Whitney "To a Woman"

Midnight seas that never sleep - Helen Hay Whitney "To B.D."

Beyond the dull world's heavy air - Helen Hay Whitney "To B.D."

The mystery of ages buried deep - Helen Hay Whitney "To B.D."

Distilled itself like dews in rue and asphodel - Helen Hay Whitney "To E. D."

When the tides of life run low - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"

Sit and watch the silent rain - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"

The roses of my heart shall bloom - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"

My heart must wake at dawn - Helen Hay Whitney "To-Morrow"

Where trees repeat their prayers - Helen Hay Whitney "Tranquility"

The key that opens to green arches - Helen Hay Whitney "Tranquility"

Bleak trees stand up against the sky - Helen Hay Whitney "Trees of the Wilderness"

No sweet-voiced bird will sing - Helen Hay Whitney "Trees of the Wilderness"

Will bloom within those trackless lands - Helen Hay Whitney "Trees of the Wilderness"

That I gnaw the bones of the town - Helen Hay Whitney "The Wanderer"

My flags are the chimneys' grime - Helen Hay Whitney "The Wanderer"

The haze of glimmering nights and golden days - Helen Hay Whitney "Was There Another Spring"

Amid the ruins of my shattered life - Helen Hay Whitney "Water and Wine"

And found the Gods had cheated - Helen Hay Whitney "Water and Wine"

A golden glow when twilight curtains fall - Helen Hay Whitney "Winter Song"

Too weary for the butterflies - Helen Hay Whitney "Youth"

Forgets to crave the moon - Helen Hay Whitney "Youth"

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These eyes that wake to weep - Thomas Warton Jr. "Ode to Sleep"

Steep my senses in oblivion's balm - Thomas Warton Jr. "Ode to Sleep"

This tempest of my boiling blood - Thomas Warton Jr. "Ode to Sleep"

Toiling through the tedious night - Thomas Warton Jr. "Ode to Sleep"

Flinty fragments clad in moss - Thomas Warton Jr. "On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester"

Prey to the slow vengeance of the wizard Time - Thomas Warton Jr. "On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester"

Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

With hoarse and hollow sounds - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

While sullen sacred silence reigns - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

That rustles in the leaves of flaunting ivy - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

Wraps my soul in dread repose - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

Persuade to drink that charmed cup - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

Sister of ebon-scepter'd Hecate - Thomas Warton Jr. "The Pleasures of Melancholy"

Thy banks with alders crowned - Thomas Warton "To the River Lodon"

My way was all through fairy ground - Thomas Warton "To the River Lodon"

Fills the varied interval between - Thomas Warton "To the River Lodon"

Still one joy remains - Thomas Warton "To the River Lodon"

The Muse's laurel unbestowed - Thomas Warton "To the River Lodon"

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Winged symbol of the quiet mind - Karle Wilson Baker "Bluebird and Cardinal"

Intense and holy as the mirrored sky - Karle Wilson Baker "Bluebird and Cardinal"

Joy of strife with life's wild fates - Karle Wilson Baker "Bluebird and Cardinal"

Sifts and proves and balances - Karle Wilson Baker "Bluebird and Cardinal"

Toward some wide conclusion moves - Karle Wilson Baker "Bluebird and Cardinal"

That touch the heart like tears - Charlotte Wilson "Evening"

The tree-tops are all music - Charlotte Wilson "Evening"

Tumult of hurrying hoof - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

Old heroic souls unblest - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

As they my grief would gage - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

Schooled to weep upon the stage - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

Tricked for a part of woe - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

One single heart undone - Charlotte Wilson "The Heart Knoweth"

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Shadow winnowed through the skies - Eugene R. White "Reward"

Paused on Earth's grey rim - Eugene R. White "Reward"

The stars ran to their windows - Eugene R. White "Reward"

To stay Art's toppling Ark - Eugene R. White "Reward"

Receive your meed of Dark - Eugene R. White "Reward"

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Stood within a dreadful court - F.E. Weatherly "Bell's Dream"

Went away in the twilight gray - F.E. Weatherly "A Bunch of Flowers"

Ten swift years had flown - F.E. Weatherly "No Thank You, Tom"

And ships with silver sails - F.E. Weatherly "The Old Picture-Book"

Fairies light who danced at night - F.E. Weatherly "The Old Picture-Book"

Of goblins on the stair - F.E. Weatherly "The Old Picture-Book"

Many a knight in armour bright - F.E. Weatherly "The Old Picture-Book"

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Rise radiant in clarity - William Watson "Art Maxims"

Retrospect in Time's reverted eyes - William Watson "Autumn"

Presence yet more fugitive and frail - William Watson "Autumn"

August's panting heart of fire - William Watson "Autumn"

Attune their wild and wizard lyre - William Watson "Autumn"

Woods of gold and skies of grey - William Watson "Autumn"

Vexed with phantoms old - William Watson "The Blind Summit"

And clouds shut out the view - William Watson "The Blind Summit"

The eternal landscape of the Real and True - William Watson "The Blind Summit"

Where gentian flowers make mimic sky - William Watson "A Child's Hair"

Vineyards steeped in ardent hours - William Watson "A Child's Hair"

Impale the sky on silver spears - William Watson "A Child's Hair"

Whose wellsprings fail or flow defiled - William Watson "A Child's Hair"

Wild light at golden intervals - William Watson "The Empty Nest"

For the ache your absence leaves - William Watson "The Empty Nest"

Hatred more sharp than a sword - William Watson "England to Ireland"

Anger that nothing assuages - William Watson "England to Ireland"

Daughter of all the implacable ages - William Watson "England to Ireland"

One in transgression and one in remorse - William Watson "England to Ireland"

A rock to the elements bare - William Watson "England to Ireland"

A legend emptied of concern - William Watson "Estrangement"

One last light of rapture give - William Watson "The Flight of Youth"

At the hushed brink of twilight - William Watson "The Frontier"

Some solemn journeying phantom - William Watson "The Frontier"

'Twixt the gold hour and the grey - William Watson "The Frontier"

A brief pause of labour's sullen wheel - William Watson "The Glimpse"

The street's dead dust and factory's frown - William Watson "The Glimpse"

Mountains pillaring the perfect sky - William Watson "The Glimpse"

Sweep the dust of aeons in our eyes - William Watson "History"

That remember not their awful thrones - William Watson "History"

Impede the slow steps of the pompous ages - William Watson "History"

Fen-fire that conducts her to her doom - William Watson "Ireland (December 1, 1890)"

The ocean would as soon entreat the moon - William Watson "Liberty Rejected"

Nor let the grass of tarrying grow - William Watson "Lines (with a Volume of the Author's Poems Sent to M.R.C.)"

Passed at midnight from her portal - William Watson "The Lute-Player"

The wandering gleam that beckons and betrays - William Watson "Lux Perdita"

Who cannot from their shadow flee - William Watson "Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares to Leave"

Disputes this Desolation's reign - William Watson "Night on Curbar Edge, Derbyshire"

Where time by aeons reckons - William Watson "Night on Curbar Edge, Derbyshire"

Encamped on Night's waste plain - William Watson "Night on Curbar Edge, Derbyshire"

Listens at Fate's door - William Watson "Night on Curbar Edge, Derbyshire"

And share the overflowing Sun - William Watson "Ode in May"

Children of splendour and flame - William Watson "Ode in May"

One flash of Byron's lightning - William Watson "On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion"

Flake of night drifting in the eye of day - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

And the bird becomes a thought - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

And the thought becomes a dream - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

Veins of midnight flaw the morn - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

Falter out of tune and time - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

Clasps creation with his claws - William Watson "The Raven's Shadow"

Whose wings shed terror and a plague - William Watson "The Russ at Kara"

Who capture by refraining from pursuit - William Watson "Sketch of a Political Character"

Lay fiery siege to the embattled world - William Watson "Sketch of a Political Character"

And die by all regretted - William Watson "Sketch of a Political Character"

For future uses hoarding present force - William Watson "Sketch of a Political Character"

The riches of the whole world's rhyme - William Watson "To Lord Tennyson"

And touch the skirts and fringes of your fame - William Watson "To Lord Tennyson"

And leap out of the shattered sky - William Watson "Under the Dark and Piny Steep"

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A moment in the realm of spirits - Yolanda Wisher "no more grandma poems"

The way the horizon sounds - Yolanda Wisher "west of philly"

Can change in its deepest cracks - Yolanda Wisher "west of philly"

Carry the voices of lost homes - Yolanda Wisher "west of philly"

Read the compass on their faces - Yolanda Wisher "west of philly"

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Earth is a jealous mother - Thomas Walsh "Coelo et in Terra"

The chosen hearthstone of our dreams - Thomas Walsh "Coelo et in Terra"

These dim vaults of clay - Thomas Walsh "Coelo et in Terra"

Fathers of the ancient day - Thomas Walsh "Coelo et in Terra"

Across the steeps and stairs - Thomas Walsh "Egidio of Coimbra--1597 A.D."

Revelled amid the sculptured lattices - Thomas Walsh "Egidio of Coimbra--1597 A.D."

To catch the final crumbs - Thomas Walsh "Egidio of Coimbra--1597 A.D."

By storm's or wind's or water's might - Thomas Walsh "From Gardens Over Seas"

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Only a sound of drowning in the dark - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

Before the thief who would be king - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

Land of wind-swept plains and blood - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

Under which some flourished - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

To anoint some other god - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

One made of wind and starlight - Cecilia Woloch "Prayer for 2018"

Leaving a country of rain - Cecilia Woloch "Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea"

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Numerous as the ocean sand - Arthur Weir "Champlain"

Reeling at the thunder of our guns - Arthur Weir "Fleurs de Lys: The Captured Flag"

The crimson tongues of thundering cannon - Arthur Weir "Fleurs de Lys: The Captured Flag"

Like proud Lucifer descending - Arthur Weir "Fleurs de Lys: The Captured Flag"

As the stag leaps down the mountain - Arthur Weir "Fleurs de Lys: The Captured Flag"

With the baying hounds in chase - Arthur Weir "Fleurs de Lys: The Captured Flag"

Tracked the brown bear and the deer - Arthur Weir "Jules' Letter"

From dawn till the stars reappear - Arthur Weir "Jules' Letter"

Maize in golden colors dressed - Arthur Weir "The Oak"

And when December waters rose - Arthur Weir "The Oak"

An eaglet by a lion nourished - Arthur Weir "The Oak"

Silence the bells disconsolate - Arthur Weir "Ode for the Queen's Jubilee. 1837-1887"

Joining their voices with the symphony - Arthur Weir "Ode for the Queen's Jubilee. 1837-1887"

Among whose reeds the wild fowl fed - Arthur Weir "Ode for the Queen's Jubilee. 1837-1887"

His duty to maintain the laws - Arthur Weir "L'Ordre de Bon Temps"

And furnish forth a feast - Arthur Weir "L'Ordre de Bon Temps"

From goblets freely poured - Arthur Weir "L'Ordre de Bon Temps"

Will guide you through the angry flood - Arthur Weir "Pere Brosse"

Waiting for you on the sands - Arthur Weir "Pere Brosse"

No need to tell our errand - Arthur Weir "Pere Brosse"

Through the dense-crowded streets - Arthur Weir "Pilot"

Whose run in the suburbs reveals - Arthur Weir "Pilot"

In their awful gloom were drowned - Arthur Weir "The Secret of the Saguenay"

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Wondrous was their form and fashion - F.C.W.[Francis Charles Weedon per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "Forest-Teachings" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.424, 14 Feb. 1852]

A glittering band that dazzles to subdue - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

Awhile to sit within its gilded cage - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)

The way to charm all kinds of rebels - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Rolling stones in every path - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Root and twist, burrow like lightning - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"

Will never hear their whispers leak through the dirt - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"

Full of competent trees - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"

Children and shadows and singularities - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"

Waves of something like water - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"

Falling upward from the body - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"

Embroidering a new wind - G.C. Waldrep "brief lesson on marriage"

Clenched to conceal mysteries - Alice Walker "Mysteries"

Of naughty verse and hated judgments - Alice Walker "Revolutionary Petunia"

Imitating their fields - Alice Walker "Why War Is Never a Good Idea"

Fallen like a broken cart - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"

In the quiet cottage of his brain - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"

The sepia of this desert city - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"

Gentleness in the shade of shadows - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"

Till time with endless years grows gray - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Patria Spes Ultima Mundi: Flag of our Union" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]

Where storms on storms in ceaseless torrents pour - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Mars nursed the infant in the thundercloud - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Danger and glory claimed him as their own - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]

Give me back my bended bow - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"

Follow in the otter's track - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"

Dear scenes which bound me like chains - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"

The marshes where cranberries grow - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"

Three and five and seven times - Jody Wallace "Beans"

Than politics can steal - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"

The tangled residue of stars - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"

Of languages breaking open - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"

Even when burned in iron - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"

The holly bright shone on the old oak wall - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"

The clue to my secret lurking-place - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"

Each tower to search, each nook to scan - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"

The old man weeps for his fairy bride - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"

Quiet that is anything but - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"

Pattern and line gather quiet - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"

Under our transient skins - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"

Under a cinnamon tree that blossomed twice - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

A fresh carnation to remember her perfume - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Our eyes no longer clear as the new moon - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Our mirrors are bewitched with winter - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Wicked winter can bewitch our mirrors only - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul - Wang Chi "On Going to a Tavern" (translated by Arthur Waley)

And, at the end, need no Paradise - Wang Chi "Tell Me Now" (translated by Arthur Waley)

Peach blossoms thought only of fruit to come - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson

To rail at the dawn-watch wind - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson

Walked in the footprints of far-off times - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson

Tales of glory and decay - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson

North border winds are rising - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson

No carriage goes that does not follow the rut - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson

Words were not made for us - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"

Unraveling, a path - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"

My mind has never walked much further than my feet - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Making ten thousand turnings - Wang Wei "The Blue-Green Stream" (translated by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell)

Only the mindless waters remain - Wang Wei "Weeping for Ying Yao" transl. by Burton Watson

Leaves fall from the quince tree - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson

Fill with echoes of evening - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson

I am near enough my roots - Sanna Wani "Tomorrow is a Place"

The room, far as fear - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"

Baffled by death and love - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"

We care not what old Homer tells - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

New peoples write--in blood--their name - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

No legend lured these men to roam - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

Great Agamemnon lifts his hand - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]

For they wanted to grow up wise - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"

There seemed no end to the pretty things - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"

They built huge castles up with sand - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"

For they grew in the mermaid's home - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"

Of the drink that drowns sorrow - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"

Bound him with wythes of the willow and fir - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"

The earth shook beneath him with thunderous raps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"

Behind this elixir there are no mishaps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"

Like the gourd which Jonas had - Simon Wastell "Man's Mortality"

Amidst the clover sweet with dew - Nixon Waterman "Thoughts Thought Whilst Thinkin' About Mary and Her Pet Lamb"

Till the clock says stop - Jacqueline Waters "Ready for My Statement?"

At my window in full bloom - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"

So cheerful after rain - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"

That marked the nucleus of a noble name - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"

Where all the suns of civilization lay - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"

When the fire burns hollow - Rosamund Marriott Watson "The Open Door"

Dear gnomon of the passing hour - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"

Defies harsh winter's knell - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"

Guardian of the humblest homes - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"

This world's kin to trouble - Edwin Waugh "God Bless These Poor Folk!"

Wept the truth in burning tears - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)

Many a fair hope crushed and broken - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)

The hemlock-bowl for Athen's pride - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)

To give their mighty spirits greeting - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)

no ceremony around the absence - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"

and retired without a pension - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"

a skilled enough practitioner of failure - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"

to see what casts a shadow - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"

And weave but nets to catch the wind - John Webster "The Burial"

Down at the hall at midnight - Lula Lowe Weeden "Dance" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Such ringing of bells you never heard - Lula Lowe Weeden "Me Alone" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

It was running down to the great Atlantic - Lula Lowe Weeden "The Stream" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]

Knew the silent gates and walls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"

Where nothing wakes or calls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"

With neither word nor pause - Charles Weekes "Dreams"

Beneath here in the dust - Charles Weekes "Poppies"

crawled inside a grandfather paradox - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"

every second I become something new - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"

with a clock for my breath - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"

Losing language in my sleep - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"

Planned to inherit the garden - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"

Painting asters by the brook - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"

Kissing apples till they blush - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"

Setting sumac hedge aflame - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"

The orchard frozen in moonlight - Marjory Wentworth "In Every Season: Celebrating Robert Frost"

Before the sun has spoken - Marjory Wentworth "(Loving) the World and Everything in It: Celebrating Mary Oliver"

Inscribing the language of water - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"

Finding new words for salt and starlight - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"

And wrestle till the break of day - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"

Never will unloose my hold - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"

Sand and stones and bits of shell - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"

No music in my throat - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"

Knowing the impossibility of getting there - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"

Desire a particular flavor of quark - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"

The tribe of petty frets - Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald "At the Window"

A terror, a murderous unholy apocalypse - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"

Lifting us out of grief and terror - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"

The sword that gleams on Conquest's track - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

His trophies bright are truth and light - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Praise to the king of the wildwood ring - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Experiments in creating anger escaped control - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"

Even my footsteps will be different - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"

Until my face comes into the light - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"

Those Venuses in your eyes - Arisa White "Curious and Counting"

Glorious canopy of light and blue - Blanco White "Night and Death"

A curtain of translucent dew - Blanco White "Night and Death"

With the host of heaven came - Blanco White "Night and Death"

And insect stood revealed - Blanco White "Night and Death"

Insistence on a fantasy of order - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."

Horizon beyond the heart you know - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."

The re-negotiation among space and rulership - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."

Missing the friction between action and reaction - Thomas White "After"

In the nooks and crannies of the rest of your life - Thomas White "After"

Worked with his muscles, his brain and his pen - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"

To ransom the children of men - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"

And never diverges one jot from his plan - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"

And sanctify effort in every condition - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"

I'll do something you'll remember - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

You don't know where I'm going - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

What I've told you no one knows - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Like the dewdrops, let us scatter - Myra Viola Wilds "Dewdrops"

And to sorrow never yield - Myra Viola Wilds "Sunshine"

No better than his thoughts - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"

Then in love set each one free - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"

A thousand woes surround me - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Though adverse fortune reign - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Comes suddenly where pain and beauty meet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]

With heart prepared to find the contrast sweet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]

Sunk in Avon's fatal wave - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"

To weep is nature, but to weep is vain - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"

Remains to catch the parting ray - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"

Like dawn on the pond - Crystal Williams "The Voice of God"

Will meet and love again - Emma Lowrey Williams "Life"

At the end of the cavern's crawl - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"

Send letters back and forth by paper airplane - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"

Coating this clay with green of peace - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"

And watch a lark in heaven stand - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"

Traveller, turn a mournful eye - Iolo Aneurin Williams "A Monument (After an Ancient Fashion)"

How history does not wash away - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"

Makes a needle and thread of itself - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"

Born with grief and gratitude - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"

Building joy from absolutely nothing - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"

Stood and loved you while you slept - Miller Williams "A Poem for Emily"

And to his way committed him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"

As if death had no power to touch him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"

A night filled with pinpricks instead of stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"

Look at the sky and remember different stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"

Mischief deep in ambush lay - Zavarr Wilmshurst "Love and Mischief"

Fall into the day - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"

Their accomplished joy - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"

Under the noise of hours - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"

Cradled near the setting sun - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"

Crimson tinged its braided snow - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"

Kept my life in a small room - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"

Could not pay the price of their redemption - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"

Around corners and over horizons - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"

Brought premonitions and resistance - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"

Leaden saints all in a ring - J.L. Wing "Louis Onze"

Blind as a thread of water - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"

His eyes a web of sleep - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"

Shakes the wide domains of air - William Henry Withrow "Cloud Castles"

The oak flings largesse to the beggar breeze - William Henry Withrow "October"

The strange portent of the prophet's bush - William Henry Withrow "October"

Like a ship safe at anchor - Kate Wolf "Safe at Anchor"

The struggling moonbeam's misty light - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"

Half our heavy task was undone - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"

Marking off paths between fireflies - Cecilia Woloch "Slow Children at Play"

Something buoyed, something sun knocked - Jane Wong "The Waiting"

A crumpled shock of joy - Jane Wong "The Waiting"

On a path already made firm - Janet Wong "Walking to Temple"

Bits of dream fluff and heart dust - Janet S. Wong "Breath"

Shards of broken thoughts - Janet S. Wong "Breath"

To dry out her heart - Janet S. Wong "Cobra"

Somewhere to rest the weight of yourself - Janet S. Wong "Low Crow"

Kept a scrapbook of ghost stories - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"

Myths of the land of the missing - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"

Full his dreaming gaze - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"

Hung on time's blossoming stem - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"

Flow onward in a sadder guise - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"

Give back the precious dust - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"

Stemming oblivion's torrent - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

That long had slumbered with forgotten things - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

With a magic key unlocked the store of ages - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]

Simple truth his utmost skill - Sir Henry Wotton "The Happy Life"

Whose armor is his honest thought - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"

Public fame or private breath - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"

How deepest wounds are given by praise - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"

His life from rumors freed - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"

What resides behind your eyes - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"

Waxy orbs bereft of shine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"

Memories once yours are now mine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"

Lost voice carried over the winds - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"

Last ashes of satisfaction - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"

One last starry daffodil excess - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"

Think not lightly of its knell - John Elwin Wrench "A few lines against the opening of the Crystal Palace on the Sabbath day"

Come to banish wracking pain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]

Two nights I wooed in vain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]

Life in stone bound fast - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]

Oblivion of the Present, Future, Past - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]

Blurry headlights athwart wet asphalt - K. Ceres Wright "Mission: Accomplished"

White angels of surprise - R. Walter Wright "Easter Morn"

A flame in a thrown bottle - Gail Wronsky "The Moon Is in Labor"

The cup that wakes these memories - Wu Chun "Song of Spring" transl. by Burton Watson

Across the river with white waves rising - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

Flute and drum and rowers' song - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

My heart is sad and will not dance - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]

At the edge of Never - Mark Wunderlich "Gone Is Gone"

Leaving the ancient, the angry and the slow - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"

Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"

Effaced from marble by acid rain - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"

I teach above the stars to fly - Wyat "Virtue" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]

The salt-chased seas uncurled - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"

As one within a moated tower - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"

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Thought we were an archipelago - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics"

Rivulets of stilllife constellations - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics"

who would dream to drain a lake? - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics [excerpt]"

spent my days staring into the eye of the Baltic - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics [excerpt]"

start with any miasma dispersed - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics [excerpt]"

subsistence in amber rivulets of stilllife - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics [excerpt]"

the longitude is a contested border - Asiya Wadud "attention as a form of ethics [excerpt]"

the fist of new snow on its way to melting - Asiya Wadud "number four"

felled for unbearable reasons - Asiya Wadud "number four"

all desire fostered among us - Asiya Wadud "number four"

like the wish for any promise - Asiya Wadud "number four"

storage locker of unpaid bills and auctioned objects - Asiya Wadud "number four"

Commence catalyst and evensong - Asiya Wadud "Shorn, treaded red"

Pools of shorn Decembers - Asiya Wadud "Shorn, treaded red"

flame begets pools of shorn Decembers - Asiya Wadud "Shorn, treaded red"

Not meant for rescue - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

Exposed to the high exacting sun - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

Seek a just containment - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

Allow me this great sorrow - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

All the language of acquiescence - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

All the language of enclosure - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

The provenance of our own materiality - Asiya Wadud "Syncope"

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Crumbling into their infernal chasm - Derek Walcott "A Propertius Quartet III"

Before the astonished augurs - Derek Walcott "A Propertius Quartet III"

The convulsions of human error - Derek Walcott "A Propertius Quartet III"

While horizons were burning - Derek Walcott "A Propertius Quartet III"

The stone slabs of forces fallen - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament I"

Their entrenched metamorphosis - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament I"

From a slowly surrendering sun - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament II"

Till my name re-entered me - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament II"

Missed the chance of answering - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament IV"

Scorches the skin of night - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament VII"

As a candle repeats the moment - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament IV"

Happier in the loss of love - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament IV"

The hills never turned in their sleep - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament IV"

In their starlit, metallic sweat - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament VIII"

Nothing to understand in hunger - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XI"

Whose plough was still the sword - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XV"

Wherever the heart hesitates - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XV"

Piercing the dead with the quick - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XVII"

Where the history is harder to bear - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XVIII"

An afterthought of the state - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XIX"

That turns an idea to acid - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament "XXI"

Stumps in a charred forest - Derek Walcott "Central America"

By the river's consolations - Derek Walcott "Central America"

No distinction in these distances - Derek Walcott "Central America"

Refresh memory with their smell - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

A black vowel barking - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

The lost idea of the visible soul - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

A mirror's tears - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

In the stitched silence - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

From so much symmetry - Derek Walcott "Cul de Sac Valley"

Medicine of bitterness - Derek Walcott "Dark August"

Time and its burden - Derek Walcott "Eulogy to W.H. Auden"

The light of his strange calling - Derek Walcott "Eulogy to W.H. Auden"

In treachery and in union - Derek Walcott "Eulogy to W.H. Auden"

As insubstantial as a sunset - Derek Walcott "For Adrian"

The light behind your veins - Derek Walcott "For Adrian"

Did not invite or invent angels - Derek Walcott "For Adrian"

Have now entered a wisdom - Derek Walcott "For Adrian"

Without an accurate memory - Derek Walcott "French Colonial. "Vers de Societe""

Compare the symmetry - Derek Walcott "French Colonial. "Vers de Societe""

From the dark cribs of doorways - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

Full of crystal splinters - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

Out of the mirage of water - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

Grinds on in smoke - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

Bring peace to us in parcels - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

No more broken bottles in heaven - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

The night's moth-eaten sleeve - Derek Walcott "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Part II"

Beyond the paradise of our horizon - Derek Walcott "Gros-Ilet"

The bronze dusk of imperial palms - Derek Walcott "A Latin Primer"

From the roofed harbour - Derek Walcott "A Latin Primer"

On a sea without seasons - Derek Walcott "A Latin Primer"

Made one with my horizon - Derek Walcott "A Latin Primer"

Our hair is ashes - Derek Walcott "A Letter from the Old Guard"

From my pen's eye - Derek Walcott "A Letter from the Old Guard"

When our wars were happier - Derek Walcott "A Letter from the Old Guard"

Leave the highlights for last - Derek Walcott "The Light of the World"

Outside whose bright doors - Derek Walcott "The Light of the World"

Tinted by the dyeing dusk - Derek Walcott "The Light of the World"

Still selling to the empty streets - Derek Walcott "The Light of the World"

Follows a different star - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

All those distraught recollections - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

Recite to that zero - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

For the sand's moonlit linen - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

Climbing the wind - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

From the dry yard of my mind - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

Her thin, uncontradictable truth - Derek Walcott "The Lighthouse"

Welded in ice - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

In drops of patience - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

From the door of your book - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

Has learnt your silence - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

The sand's broken sticks - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

Give rein to all their sorrows - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

The grave of a pillow - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

Like the sea in a window - Derek Walcott "Marina Tsvetaeva"

In the surf of trees - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Rattling the foam's chain - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Insomniac remorse - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Wandering in another tense - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Through the erasure of her face - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

The original fault unsettled - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

An echo overheard - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

The mesmerizing wake of History - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Have rehearsed their beauty - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Shake the sweat of nightmare - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

Change their idea of heaven - Derek Walcott "Oceano Nox"

A jungle in the head - Derek Walcott "Pentecost"

Better to stand bewildered - Derek Walcott "Pentecost"

These tongues of snow - Derek Walcott "Pentecost"

With slow scriptures of sand - Derek Walcott "Pentecost"

Magnify his shadow - Derek Walcott "Roman Peace"

The single lance of a candle - Derek Walcott "Roman Peace"

A candle will guard his sleep - Derek Walcott "Roman Peace"

Doubting such peace - Derek Walcott "Roman Peace"

Grapple with crowbars - Derek Walcott "Roseau Valley"

Gently chain the joined wrists - Derek Walcott "Roseau Valley"

The breath of the opium dragon - Derek Walcott "Roseau Valley"

Reads the palm of the sand - Derek Walcott "Salsa"

Bones in the grass - Derek Walcott "Salsa"

The stars themselves did nothing - Derek Walcott "Steam"

Under the black rook's reign - Derek Walcott "Steam"

Forgive our ghosts - Derek Walcott "Steam"

Singeing the mind's ceiling - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

Throughout the storm's harvest - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

Thunder-gone waiting - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

Her drowned face glances - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

The circle of one century - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

Fades into the clouding sand - Derek Walcott "Storm Figure"

In the wake of the rain-lit sun - Derek Walcott "Stream"

A transferred paradise - Derek Walcott "Summer Elegies II"

The heart puts love above it all - Derek Walcott "Summer Elegies II"

Making sunshine out of shade - Derek Walcott "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

To have loved one horizon - Derek Walcott "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

Before you start regretting - Derek Walcott "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

Cold as an archangel's cheek - Derek Walcott "The Three Musicians"

Lift so his wings can pass - Derek Walcott "The Three Musicians"

Beauty through dusty glass - Derek Walcott "The Villa Restaurant"

Mere misdirected will - Derek Walcott "The Whelk Gatherers"

High carrion frigates - Derek Walcott "The Whelk Gatherers"

What cloaked rumours - Derek Walcott "The Whelk Gatherers"

Smother her round scream - Derek Walcott "The Whelk Gatherers"

The unbaptized, unfinished, and uncursed - Derek Walcott "White Magic"

With scarlet moons for eyes - Derek Walcott "White Magic"

Our myths are ignorance - Derek Walcott "White Magic"

My faith lost in answers - Derek Walcott "Winter Lamps"

Make all your sorrow neat - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

The traitor you feel you are - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

The drawers you dare not open - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

To the very edge of that promise - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

Break happily into blossom - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

Kills everything but Love - Derek Walcott "The Young Wife"

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Not yet black holes - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Watch time fall - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Into a deeper color - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Missing in the reflected light - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

The road toward rotting - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

To shorten the shadow - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

A bridge to theory and dreams - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Memory no longer holds up - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Impervious to vertigo - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Separating strata of decay - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

A more welcoming slope of the night - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Thinning to a final simplicity - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Toward the unquestionable dark - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

The deep note of existence - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

In the time of long dominion - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"

Drag my feet in the mud inside my head - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

The mud inside my head - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

Cast only a passing shadow - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

A cement mixer stuck in one motion - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

With the cat and the dreams of the cat - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

So slow it's more like gravitational condensation - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

Watch the formation of geological layers - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

Night already seeps through my brittle bones - Rosemarie Waldrop "Doing"

Water the skies of the dead - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

Sky around your shoulders - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

The dream crumbles inside its glass case - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

Childhood among strings and puppets - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

The tether between particle and wave - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

Fitting bones to the earth - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

And lungs full of words - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"

The line between water and grammar - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: Any Single Thing"

Horizon and interpretation - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: Any Single Thing"

Whether to imitate duration or mimic passage - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: Natural"

Because light finds a place to fall - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: Preconceptions Without Delay"

As surely as words are pleasure - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: The Problem with Pronouns"

The small range of wavelengths called the visible - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: The Problem with Pronouns"

Enter their superb monotony - Rosemarie Waldrop "In Pieces: Tone Deep"

Locate the ledge of your promises - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

Built a boundary out of five pounds of definition - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

In search of more restful altitudes - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

The uncertain brambles in my path - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

Let it rust under the stairs - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

As deep as the roots of language - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

To catch the spirit of passage - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

The patient definitions of psychology - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

Revoked edge of water and dry land - Rosemarie Waldrop "Inserting the Mirror"

Though given the same pain - Rosemarie Waldrop "Not a Description"

Not easy to believe in your own dream - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

The working of instinct near water - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

Psychoanalysis has no hesitation - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

In the garden I propose to enter - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

Secret rivers that darkness feeds on - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

Suddenly made clear by the cicadas - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

To transcend becoming strange - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

With the beginnings of unease immediately behind - Rosemarie Waldrop "Pleasure Principle"

Rehearses its absence - Rosemarie Waldrop "A Valentine That Can't Be Sent"

You move through shards and splinters - Rosemarie Waldrop "A Valentine That Can't Be Sent"

You a bird in oblique flight - Rosemarie Waldrop "A Valentine That Can't Be Sent"

A hunger hallucinating outward - Rosemarie Waldrop "A Valentine That Can't Be Sent"

From the ruins of memory - Rosemarie Waldrop "A Valentine That Can't Be Sent"

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And only bitter land was washed away - Margaret Walker "Childhood"

Truth rides upon us - Margaret Walker "Delta"

For the cramped bewildered years - Margaret Walker "For My People"

My soul reclaimed again - Margaret Walker "Southern Song"

With a patience full of sleep - Margaret Walker "The Struggle Staggers Us"

The cleansing breath of many molten truths - Margaret Walker "We Have Been Believers"

Our spirits of pain - Margaret Walker "We Have Been Believers"

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Whistle with the mocking-bird - Charles William Wallace "Barefoot After the Cows"

Dribbles his honey in straw - Charles William Wallace "Browning"

And kiss the sun "Good-bye!" - Charles William Wallace "A Choral of Sunset"

Sing chorals in the sky - Charles William Wallace "A Choral of Sunset"

Bindeth the flower - Charles William Wallace "Chorus"

With biting bitterness of mind - Charles William Wallace "False Womankind!"

Of roseless thorns to crown and bind - Charles William Wallace "False Womankind!"

False the charge and false the mind - Charles William Wallace "False Womankind!"

But the giver in the gold - Charles William Wallace "Gift and Giver"

The brightest day must fall - Charles William Wallace "Good-Night: Infant"

Night shall weep her silent tears - Charles William Wallace "Good-Night: Infant"

Thy soldier hand and heart at rest - Charles William Wallace "Good-Night: Youth"

Scatter wild their seeds - Charles William Wallace "The Haunted House"

Deep in the heart's confines - Charles William Wallace "The Human Heart"

The stagnant pools of Time - Charles William Wallace "I Wonder"

Ghosts from hungry graves - Charles William Wallace "Life's Lost Skiff"

Until the Suns of Spring have smiled - Charles William Wallace "Life's Philosophy"

Threw sweet love upon the winds - Charles William Wallace "The Lone Wayside Wild Rose"

Haunt every solitude known - Charles William Wallace "Lonely!"

Sweet Passion's inward storms - Charles William Wallace "Madrigal"

Set in ruby rays serene - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

For the rarest flower seeks - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

Raised above the Morning's eye - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

The smile of wave and flower - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

The seas draw down the stars - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

The winds enfold the mountains - Charles William Wallace "A Mortal"

Swept by the eyes of my soul - Charles William Wallace "My Defeat"

Wrought of gold from my heart riven - Charles William Wallace "The Nightmare"

Like echoes of the distant brine - Charles William Wallace "The Old Benoni Tree"

See the pink of fruit above us - Charles William Wallace "The Old Benoni Tree"

Kissed the bony branches into blossom - Charles William Wallace "The Old Benoni Tree"

And let who can be clever - Charles William Wallace "On Kingsley's 'Farewell'"

Sickle made of blooming flowers - Charles William Wallace "The Sickle of Flowers"

The iron-plated breast of Night - Charles William Wallace "Sonnets of Life I"

That never shall borrow peace - Charles William Wallace "Soul of My Soul"

The eyes from their sockets of fire - Charles William Wallace "There's a Laugh"

Like a blessing that answers a prayer - Charles William Wallace "There's a Laugh"

A century of hope - Charles William Wallace "Through Reverent Eyes"

The portal the sun has opened - Charles William Wallace "Thus Life's Tale"

And the mer-folk weeping - Charles William Wallace "Thus Life's Tale"

Braiding the mermaiden's hair - Charles William Wallace "To Fancy"

Thrown from the rolling moon - Charles William Wallace "To Fancy"

Croon to the moon asleep - Charles William Wallace "To Fancy"

Up from the gray of earth - Charles William Wallace "To Thee Above"

Drip from the wing of the hours - Charles William Wallace "Useless?"

From the harp at Infinity's feet - Charles William Wallace "Woodland Lay"

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Against a country of promise - Michael Wasson "Countdown as Slow Kisses"

The light you remember - Michael Wasson "Countdown as Slow Kisses"

Abandoned like torn butterfly wings - Michael Wasson "Countdown as Slow Kisses"

Touch us into extinction - Michael Wasson "So Call it Grace"

Trapped in the night of the throat - Michael Wasson "So Call it Grace"

In a room shredded with our pleasure - Michael Wasson "So Call it Grace"

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Knocking open the door to a grief - Afaa Michael Weaver "Midnight Air in Louisville"

Our hearts full of questions - Afaa Michael Weaver "Midnight Air in Louisville"

In prophecies beaten by the wheels of history - Afaa Michael Weaver "Midnight Air in Louisville"

In the woven air of the saints - Afaa Michael Weaver "Midnight Air in Louisville"

Where the water seldom goes - Afaa Michael Weaver “The Silver Thread”

This world of wise choices - Afaa Michael Weaver “The Silver Thread”

True faith in what love yields - Afaa Michael Weaver “The Silver Thread”

Clouds naked and white - Afaa Michael Weaver “The Silver Thread”

Time in the quiet absence - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

Between the seconds of life - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

Of climate with no divination - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

To let your soul teach the world - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

To make the journey to the heart - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

Wallowed in the sunrise - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

Its mystery of fire and the light - Afaa Michael Weaver "This Morning, This First Poem"

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Grief a gorgeous, queenly thing - Winifred Welles "Exile"

Stars to deck my hair - Winifred Welles "Exile"

What throne can dawn upraise - Winifred Welles "Exile"

The dusk so royal and so rich - Winifred Welles "Exile"

Uncrowned, disrobed, bereft - Winifred Welles "Exile"

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So versed in all the arts of pain - Edith Wharton "Alternative Epitaphs"

Forever moving through the fiery hail - Edith Wharton "Battle Sleep"

Though steep her secret dwelling clings - Edith Wharton "Dieu d'Amour [a Castle in Cyprus]"

Thither my startled sould she brings - Edith Wharton "Dieu d'Amour [a Castle in Cyprus]"

Reweave its patterning of silver wave - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Shall speak to us with lips the darkness closes - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Look at us with eyes that missed the roses - Edith Wharton "Elegy"

Scrape the moss from our names - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

As Peter's chains dropped for the Angel - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

The stars, and the quiet spaces between - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

By the way the roots kept pushing - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

Peer past the stripped arms of the rose - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

His hands fall like sun on my hair - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

All the old life bubbling up in me - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

The sap struggling up unseen in the clematis - Edith Wharton "The First Year [All Souls' Day]"

Nearer than my flesh yet distant as a star - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Mirthfullest mate of all my moral games - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Divine accomplice of those perilous-sweet - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

That we are fellows till the last night falls - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Such undreamed distances as the last planets see - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

The sentinel pacings of the outmost stars - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

The heart of wonder in familiar things - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

All the autumn heaven ripe with stars - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Have made a secret pact with Sleep - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Toiled in low meadows of gray asphodel - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Under a pale sky where no shadows fall - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Through spray of splintered star-beams - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

White rage of desperate moon-drawn waters - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Voids that never knew the pity of creation - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Have climbed with you by secret ways - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Where lonely thoughts listen and wander - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Creeping down by waterless defiles under an iron midnight - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Kept my vigil in the waste till dawn began - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Till dawn began to walk among the ruins - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

A sapling rooted in a fissured plinth - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"

Star-sentinelled from our humanity - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

Beyond the humble reach of every day - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

Leaves the doors between them open wide - Edith Wharton "Heaven"

The silver dawn of night that melts the dark - Edith Wharton "Impromptu"

From the hoards of the golden past - Edith Wharton "June and December"

To our hearts and thoughts cling fast - Edith Wharton "June and December"

And June to brighten our life's December - Edith Wharton "June and December"

Who sits and waits to see me dead - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

That throws across the pathway of my doom a rose - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

O'ertoppling moment of supremest bliss - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"

His name still blossoms with the daisies - Edith Wharton "Lines on Chaucer"

Overflowed with rippled floods of sound - Edith Wharton "Maiden, Arise"

Nought left be the lost wind that grieves - Edith Wharton "Mistral in the Maquis"

The long light that Beauty leaves up her fallen veils - Edith Wharton "Mistral in the Maquis"

To draw the mounting waters - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

That circles the brain with sense - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

The deeper touch of awe - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

On the mist our shadows saw - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

By spirals vision-trod - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Some still-retreating goal - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Drinks at the founts of morning - Edith Wharton "The Mortal Lease. II"

Invisible pollen blown on the wild southern gale - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

From whatsoever depth of gold and blue - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

Straining to win that soft sequestered note - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

In some deep cleft of quietness remote - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

All the streamsides and unlistening vales - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

Now glory streams along the evening gales - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

With the capricious chime of interwoven notes - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

From those invisible and varying throats - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

And heave with their deep rustle of retreat - Edith Wharton "Nightingales in Provence"

A glimpse of brightness, parting and pain - Edith Wharton "Nothing More"

That puts its magic blossom forth and dies - Edith Wharton "Nothing More"

And the past that comes no more - Edith Wharton "October"

Come not trumpet-tongued from Heaven - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Beckoning from the future's promised land - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Walk beside us with unsounding feet - Edith Wharton "Opportunities"

Dawning Spring time's fairest pledge - Edith Wharton "Prophecies of Summer"

Uplifted in a rapture of surprise - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

A pure reflection of the inward thought - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

A chastened glow from fires celestial caught - Edith Wharton "Raffaelle to the Fornarina"

Swift in the pathway of the sun - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

Wane to an underworld of ghosts - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

Through fringes of the perished day - Edith Wharton "Les Salettes"

No ruin but a vision unachieved - Edith Wharton "Segesta"

This temple is a house not made with hands - Edith Wharton "Segesta"

You asked, I think, too great a sacrifice - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

Whichever way the difference lies between - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

And then stand looking back and sighing at our choice - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

And either way there lies a doubt - Edith Wharton "Some Woman to Some Man"

Where fainting incense clouds the heavy air - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: II. Vespers"

Clasped hands glimmer through the deepening gray - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: II. Vespers"

Left inwardly such grand and gracious gifts - Edith Wharton "Sonnets: III. Bettine to Goethe"

The first young twigs that burst in green - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

New promise every day of sweetness - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

Slow breaking into green completeness - Edith Wharton "Spring Song"

And the rivers that glass your sky - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

Lift fretted fronts to the silver air - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

Streets where the weary may walk without fear - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

First of a long line of towering ships - Edith Wharton "With the Tide"

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From the snares of sin - Phillis Wheatley "An Hymn to the Evening"

Learnt from thee to live - Phillis Wheatley "To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works"

Creation rushing on my sight - Phillis Wheatley "To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works"

Each noble path pursue - Phillis Wheatley "To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works"

Peace with balmy wings - Phillis Wheatley "To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works"

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Starry with your dreaming - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

While the heaven of night grows - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

The soul from her lone dream - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

And the ancient struggles cease - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

The half-hope and passion unexpressed - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

Dies between breath and breath - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

Within a single pulsing of the quick heart - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

Live through a life complete - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

Dreams in the dull light - John Hall Wheelock "Andante"

Along the pallid rim her lonely star - John Hall Wheelock "Anne"

Caged within my breast - John Hall Wheelock "The Black Panther"

Over my body's prison - John Hall Wheelock "The Black Panther"

The hushed and the hurrying heart - John Hall Wheelock "Blind Players"

In terror and in triumph - John Hall Wheelock "Blind Players"

Strayed beyond the stars - John Hall Wheelock "The Buried Dream"

Took it back into my heart - John Hall Wheelock "The Buried Dream"

Flowing in the sunlight - John Hall Wheelock "But Love--"
Too lovely for regret

Shall I not sing for sorrow - John Hall Wheelock "The Dear Mystery"

And Song from her prison - John Hall Wheelock "Departure"

Too kind to depart - John Hall Wheelock "Departure"

Crowns his defeat with light - John Hall Wheelock "Disdainful Beauty"

My soul sinks crying - John Hall Wheelock "Disdainful Beauty"

By beauty stabbed to death - John Hall Wheelock "Disdainful Beauty"

Dim world of lonely light - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Trembling on heaven's pinnacles - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Hung in the trellis of eternity - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Shadows of moving armies - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Dim wisdoms that outweary Time - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Sublime faiths and high fortitudes - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Some answering glimmer of the ancient Spark - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Bright forts against Oblivion - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Advances on the starry way - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Through the murmuring air - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

On quests implacable - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Darkens the earth with bones - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Hunger, the shadow cast by death - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Life on her thousand thrones - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Across the path of suns - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The swaying stem of some exalted flower - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The frail butterfly's embroidered cloak - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Poured on pools of silence - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The glittering sky of soundless winter - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The passion of heaven spent - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Bright lightnings of dread - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Shuddering deeps of shaken thunder - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

With muttering of remembered thunders - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Down the large shores of evening - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The exhausted heaven of twilight - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

And the sky holds up her stars - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

On softest feathers of silence - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The triumphant heart and the defeated - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The immortal tides of longing - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The still ecstasy of the firefly - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Among the shadows where the starlight fails - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

The strands of hunger, death, and love - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Shatter the silver silences - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Afraid of beauty's dreadful secret - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Soft shapes of stealth - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Washed up on shores of silence - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

All these mansions of its thought - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Walks abroad in symphonies - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

As the morning wakes the night - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

That rises with the stars - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

Shall sorrow for my love - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

As the twilight loves the dark - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

As the water loves the sea - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

The waves of evening flood - John Hall Wheelock "Exultation"

The awful air that flows unbounded - John Hall Wheelock "The Fish-Hawk"

Up the clear stair of the eternal sky - John Hall Wheelock "The Fish-Hawk"

Fanned the abyss for mighty joy - John Hall Wheelock "The Fish-Hawk"

Pale pastures of the sea - John Hall Wheelock "The Fish-Hawk"

And faded in the crumbling light - John Hall Wheelock "The Fish-Hawk"

Troubles her dark repose - John Hall Wheelock "Haunted Earth"

In rapture and unrest - John Hall Wheelock "Haunted Earth"

The large hollow of eternal heaven - John Hall Wheelock "Immensity"

Of adoration without end - John Hall Wheelock "Immensity"

With such high and dreadful peace - John Hall Wheelock "In the Dark City"

Some romance from the far world - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

The fear that thrilled the midnight - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Abandon all the desperate drought - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Our meeting hearts pierced - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Like a bright sword of sorrow - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Would have rent my hesitant lips - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Turned for the last compassion - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

When sunset's wrath has waned - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Faintest breath of flowers stirred - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Marvellous and immortal and benign - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

To wake you to your sorrow - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking I"

Day's vehement tumult - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

The tireless and eternal Heart - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

With new eyes I saw them - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

To read the soul beneath - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

Touched to love this heart - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

Other hearts beyond the dawn - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

Upon me like a lifting music - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

And lingering pain of you - John Hall Wheelock "A Leave-Taking II"

At many a wayside worshipped - John Hall Wheelock "Legend"

Lifting her single blossom - John Hall Wheelock "Legend"

Reach to the verge of doom - John Hall Wheelock "Legend"

And like a murmuring string - John Hall Wheelock "Legend"

Faint with one music - John Hall Wheelock "Legend"

And wistful with much dreaming - John Hall Wheelock "Long Ago"

So innocent of woe - John Hall Wheelock "Long Ago"

Wandering through life's meadows - John Hall Wheelock "Long Ago"

Reflecting sea and star - John Hall Wheelock "Mirror"

The sound of dreams is fled - John Hall Wheelock "Mirror"

Where the sea-winds only wander - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

Yet have I known your heart - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

Too perfect for compassion - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

Too pure and proud for scorn - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

My wings of longing fail me - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

Move down the night's shore - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

Fallen from your faultless love - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"

As the slow dusk advances - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

Fades out in fire - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

The dust of time is stirred - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

With the ancient doubt and terror - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

Weaves the one self she wears - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

The vast veil over heaven - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

Till heaven yield her sceptre - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

Till the throne of night be shaken - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

The embroidered hem of darkness - John Hall Wheelock "Night Has Its Fear"

Set his throne in splendor - John Hall Wheelock "October Moonlight"

Grows vacant as a memory - John Hall Wheelock "October Moonlight"

Lonely memory and moonlight - John Hall Wheelock "October Moonlight"

By the trumpets of the sun - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

Made thirst seem bitter-sweet - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

Our wings of pride were broken - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

In silence were confessed - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

Ran down avenues of air - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

All the old wonder of your eyes - John Hall Wheelock "Phantom"

Lost in a silver mist of tears - John Hall Wheelock "Pilgrim"

Not for the murmur of his woe - John Hall Wheelock "Plaint"

Of tumult or of glory - John Hall Wheelock "Plaint"

Toward the same shadows - John Hall Wheelock "Plaint"

Bearing the same spark - John Hall Wheelock "Plaint"

Many a midnight of disdain - John Hall Wheelock "The Poet Tells of His Love"

The adoring eyes of thought - John Hall Wheelock "The Poet Tells of His Love"

On the cross of mortal destiny - John Hall Wheelock "Proud Doom"

From deep to height above - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

With your unwearied love - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

Infinite tenderness on every side - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

To meet your glance of flame - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

In the proud silences forever - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

Shifting light and overshadowing cloud - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

The heaven of evening burning - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

And spoken unto my nothingness - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

This brief and scornful heart - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

What token of your lone love - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

And traces his sad horizons - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

Reach the last verge and limits - John Hall Wheelock "Sea-Horizons"

Urgent through all the body - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

Reaches the gulf below - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

Between eternity and eternity - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

If the frontiers be menaced - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

The angry cry of the realities - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

The emissaries of her will - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

The hour that beauty brings - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

The hour when night must fall - John Hall Wheelock "The Secret One"

The old sorrow we loved before - John Hall Wheelock "Sorrowful Freedom"

Move with delighted feet - John Hall Wheelock "The Sorrowful Masquerade"

Had drawn that anguish to my arms - John Hall Wheelock "Starless Morning"

From which this thrilling passion flows - John Hall Wheelock "Tchaikovsky: Fifth Symphony"

Trailing the robes of the immortal woe - John Hall Wheelock "Tchaikovsky: Fifth Symphony"

Whose sorrows overflowed the world - John Hall Wheelock "Tchaikovsky: Fifth Symphony"

Upon the summits void of strife - John Hall Wheelock "Travail"

Her kiss upon the brows of dream - John Hall Wheelock "The Undissuadable Austerity"

In mournful grace to move - John Hall Wheelock "Vaudeville"

The strangled cries of flute and trumpet - John Hall Wheelock "Vaudeville"

Flower of the eternities - John Hall Wheelock "Vaudeville"

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Cold signals on the wind - Roberta Hill Whiteman "Depot in Rapid City"

Answers never come late - Roberta Hill Whiteman "Lines for Marking Time"

Charms her eyes to smiling - Roberta Hill Whiteman "Lines for Marking Time"

Turning dew into threads - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

Didn't fear ashes or weeping - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

In wild stretch of days - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

The north wind hunts us - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

Enough pain to set fires - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

We cannot die from tears - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

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Terrible in beauty, age, and power - Walt Whitman "As I Ponder'd in Silence"

The making of perfect soldiers - Walt Whitman "As I Ponder'd in Silence"

No more the puzzling hour - Walt Whitman "Eidolons"

Beyond all mathematics - Walt Whitman "Eidolons"

Raise the present on the past - Walt Whitman "For Him I Sing"

Dilate and fuse the immoral laws - Walt Whitman "For Him I Sing"

Uttering joyous leaves - Walt Whitman "I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing"

The tones of unseen mystery - Walt Whitman "In Cabin'd Ships at Sea"

In the midst of irrational things - Walt Whitman "Me Imperturbe"

Do as much as the seasons - Walt Whitman "On Journeys Through the States"

We make a trial of ourselves - Walt Whitman "On Journeys Through the States"

Then return as the seasons return - Walt Whitman "On Journeys Through the States"

Worthy of the Muse - Walt Whitman "One's-Self I Sing"

For you must justify me - Walt Whitman "Poets to Come"

See each result and glory - Walt Whitman "Savantism"

A chant for the sailors of all nations - Walt Whitman "Song for All Seas, All Ships"

Whom fate can never surprise - Walt Whitman "Song for All Seas, All Ships"

Every atom of my blood - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

Hoping to cease not - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

Nor look through the eyes of the dead - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

The fever of doubtful news - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

To my bare-stript heart - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

And brown ants in the little wells - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

Aware of the fresh free giver - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Having studied the mocking-bird's tones - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

As in a dream they change - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

With faces turn'd sideways - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Here the flame of materials - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

The finale of visible forms - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Longer than water ebbs and flows - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Full of weapons with menacing points - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Prophetic spirit of materials - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Nor all sent back by the echoes - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

A charge transmitted and gift occult - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

And pass to fitting spheres - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

The solid prizes of the universe - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Charging the water and the land - Walt Whitman "Starting from Paumanox"

Yet of contradictions made - Walt Whitman "Still Though the One I Sing"

O quenchless, indispensable fire - Walt Whitman "Still Though the One I Sing"

The life that has exhibited itself - Walt Whitman "To a Historian"

Merged in its spirit I and mine - Walt Whitman "To Thee Old Cause"

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Patient in the darkness - Margaret Widdemer "The Dark Cavalier"

Comforted by darkness - Margaret Widdemer "The Dark Cavalier"

Still until the night - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

And watch the far wings fly - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Scatheless through the sin-lit dark - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Before the light went by - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Pulse of my heart's life - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

Core of my heart's heart - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

Fire of my heart's grief - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

The House of Ghosts was bright within - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

From sunken graves returned - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

No lightest echo lost - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

No shadow where I crossed - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

And cried of grief and loneliness - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

Never start to hide your heart - Margaret Widdemer "If You Should Tire of Loving Me"

Have known great gold Sorrows - Margaret Widdemer "The Jester"

Whirl till our whim is won - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

The pinnace needs a swifter sail - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

The fortress needs a tower - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

Sincere in self-deception - Margaret Widdemer "An Old Portrait"

Beneath their feet a living stepping-stone - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

An easy thing to walk apart - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

Scorn for the market-place - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

Too still and heavy stays - Margaret Widdemer "Old Wine"

Too brimming with old days - Margaret Widdemer "Old Wine"

There is memory in the forest - Margaret Widdemer "Remembrance: Greek Folk-Song" (unclear if this is translation or original work)

When winter-time grows weary - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

Stripped clear against the sky - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

With the cold flushed sky behind - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

Clear-cut and certain they rise - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

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To let its frozen hours melt - Richard Wilbur "Anterooms"

Blessed with truth and new delight - Richard Wilbur "June Light"

Praise too our sorrows - Richard Wilbur "Psalm"

Which married star to stone - Richard Wilbur "Trismegistus"

By talisman or spell coerce - Richard Wilbur "Trismegistus"

And hum with mediating bees - Richard Wilbur "Young Orchard"

Rise against their rootedness - Richard Wilbur "Young Orchard"

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In the shadow of December - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"

Give me roses to remember - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"

Sweet fancies meet me singing - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"

Kings and clowns together - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"

Roses dead and garlands broken - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"

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The moments to us that are keen and sweet - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "American Boys, Hello!"

For each is a brother away from home - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "American Boys, Hello!"

My heart has struggled with its awful grief - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "An Autumn Reverie"

Thinking the cooling winds would bring relief - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "An Autumn Reverie"

If I must live again these weary years - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "An Autumn Reverie"

He waits to row me to a fairer shore - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "An Autumn Reverie"

Expires in the intensity of its own fires - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Friendship After Love"

Midsummer all ablaze has burned itself to ashes - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Friendship After Love"

His own throes, and torments, and desires - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Friendship After Love"

Ghost of a Hope that lighted my days - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

Jeers me with sobs and with sighs - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

And the hands that destroy clasped it close - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

Born with joy, reared with hope - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

Fain would forget all these dead - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

In each shadowy corner there lurketh a ghost - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Ghosts"

So vast, so deep, so full of mysteries - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "How Like the Sea"

And break in fulness of their ecstasy - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "How Like the Sea"

Encroaching ever on the yielding shore - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "How Like the Sea"

By the quivering lid of an averted eye - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

The smile that proves the parent to a sigh - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

In the avoidance of that which we seek - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Joy that seems the counterpart of fear - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Unnamed light that floods the world with splendour - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Lightnings that precede the mighty storm - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Between the shores of keen delights and pains - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

Where madness melts in bliss - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Love's Language"

To sin by silence, when we should protest - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

Had no voice been raised against injustice - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

The inquisition yet would serve the law - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

Guillotines decide our least disputes - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

Speak and speak again to right the wrongs of many - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

Cry loud disapproval of existing ills - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"

That great journey of the stars through space - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

Has been the one companion of the Earth - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

Which at Time's natal hour was first begun - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

Lights his orbit with her silvery smile - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

Down from her beaten path she softly slips - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

With her mantle veils the Sun's bold eyes - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

See only that the Sun is in eclipse - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "A Solar Eclipse"

We walk on starry fields of white and do not see - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Thanksgiving"

For blessings common in our sight - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Thanksgiving"

Our daily store of pleasures sweet and tender - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Thanksgiving"

Many a joy we pass by and forget - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Thanksgiving"

Who knows the mask is double - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Thanksgiving"

Small acts that are just and right - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things that Count"

Smiling at fate, when you want to cry - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things that Count"

A shadowed spot where we journey along alone - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things that Count"

Flinging a prayer at the face of fear - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things that Count"

Keeping your hope when the way seems long - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things that Count"

The doing of old things - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

In smiling at fate - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

Where the wonder-seekers crowd - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

Keeping to true ways - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

Walking with feet faith-shod - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Things That Count"

Not set on fighting - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Greater Britain"

Never our plan - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Greater Britain"

Not fashioned for cages - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Greater Britain"

No work but leisure - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Knitting"

Broken bits of time - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Knitting"

Converse with their hearts - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Neutral"

Face a startled world - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Neutral"

The door of useless words - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: Neutral"

Whispering phantom hosts - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: The Ghosts"

In a medley of tongues - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: The Men-Made Gods"

A lonely pathway crept - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "War: The Men-Made Gods"

The word that sways, and stirs, and stays - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"

Work on your word a thousand weeks - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"

Leaps forth white hot when the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"

Leaps forth white hot - Ella Wheeler Wilcox “The Word”

When the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox “The Word”

We know we dream - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

We rise up laughing with the light - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

We lie down weeping with the night - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

We hug the world until it stings - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

We curse it then and sigh for wings - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

And that's the burden of the year - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

The burden of the year - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Year"

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Ingested by terror - C. K. Williams "And Fear"

Every absence of light - C. K. Williams "And Fear"

Every unheard whisper - C. K. Williams "And Fear"

All but incoherent to ourselves - C. K. Williams "Chaos"

This wedge of want - C. K. Williams "The Clause"

Out to the ravenous rocks - C. K. Williams "Devout"

This unhealable self - C. K. Williams "Dissections"

Half the names of the flowers - C. K. Williams "Doves"

Radiant intercessions - C. K. Williams "Doves"

Handful of precise recollections - C. K. Williams "Doves"

Such improbable quantities of memory - C. K. Williams "Doves"

Unflawed by absence - C. K. Williams "Elegy for an Artist: I. The Rehearsal"

Its own procedures of mourning - C. K. Williams "Elegy for an Artist: 2. Wept"

Because my sadness feels incomplete - C. K. Williams "Elegy for an Artist: 3. With You"

So much of who we are is memory - C. K. Williams "Elegy for an Artist: 3. With You"

Checked only by vile chance - C. K. Williams "The Future"

Covering dry, irrelevant dust - C. K. Williams "Gravel"

Constructed of expediency - C. K. Williams "Inculcations"

Not grounded in suffering - C. K. Williams "My Sadness"

As blunt as icebergs - C. K. Williams "Oh"

With unthought regret - C. K. Williams "Oh"

The ruined splendor before evil - C. K. Williams "Pandora"

A deluge of presence - C. K. Williams "Scale: II"

Didn't want ordinary existence - C. K. Williams "Scale: II"

And heard whispers back - C. K. Williams "Self-Love"

My inept repentances - C. K. Williams "Self-Love"

So much beyond suffering - C. K. Williams "Self-portrait with Rembrandt Self-portrait"

Like an unfathomable obligation - C. K. Williams "Tenses"

Under an oblivious sky - C. K. Williams "War"

In the particle of time - C. K. Williams "War"

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As if such force would unlock me - Phillip B. Williams "And Now Upon My Head the Crown"

Putting off the night's usual end - Phillip B. Williams "And Now Upon My Head the Crown"

A cloak behind which to change one's power - Phillip B. Williams "And Now Upon My Head the Crown"

The only haven he thought to give a name - Phillip B. Williams "And Now Upon My Head the Crown"

If the names sounded like home - Phillip B. Williams "Order of Events"

Strike the earth with a kiss - Phillip B. Williams "Order of Events"

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Leaping over printed hurdles - William Carlos Williams "11/1"

Their energy comes from bread - William Carlos Williams "11/1"

That you may break them utterly - William Carlos Williams "Ad Infinitum"

A splendour of purple garments - William Carlos Williams "An After Song"

From the day's leaping of horses - William Carlos Williams "An After Song"

Here in the modern twilight - William Carlos Williams "An After Song"

The terrible faces of our nonentities - William Carlos Williams "Apology"

The set pieces of your faces - William Carlos Williams "Apology"

Struck by a wind together - William Carlos Williams "Approach of Winter"

Out of the nothing beyond the lake - William Carlos Williams "April"

Opening hearts of lilac - William Carlos Williams "April"

That there were flowers also in hell - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

The lily's throat to the hummingbird - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

A thousand tropics in an apple blossom - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

The whole world became my garden - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

The sea which no one tends - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Starfish stiffened by the sun - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Rose hedges to the very water's brink - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Before the spectacle of our lives - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Crimson petals spilled among the stones - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Weakest flower shall be our trust - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

While my very bones sweated - William Carlos Williams "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" [excerpt]

Great gold cross shining in the wind - William Carlos Williams "Ballet"

Seeing the stars turning over you - William Carlos Williams "Ballet"

Robin, untwisting a song - William Carlos Williams "Ballet"

Fling ourselves round with dust lilies - William Carlos Williams "Ballet"

Will crush forth our laughter - William Carlos Williams "Ballet"

The boulevards chosen out of ten years - William Carlos Williams "Berket and the Stars"

The full sweep of certain wave summits - William Carlos Williams "Berket and the Stars"

A clutter of yellow and blue - William Carlos Williams "Blizzard"

Years of anger following - William Carlos Williams "Blizzard"

All recognition lost - William Carlos Williams "Burning the Christmas Greens"

At the winter's midnight - William Carlos Williams "Burning the Christmas Greens"

Breathless to be witnesses - William Carlos Williams "Burning the Christmas Greens"

Broken against cold winds - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

A slow hand lifted a tide - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

Causing the sun to shine in his sphere - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

By virtue of brown eyes turning back the seasons - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

Sets spinning on waxen wings - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

Heavy sweetness proves its own caretaker - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

A handful of dead Februarys - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

This full, fragile head of veined lavender - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

This branch of blue butterflies - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

June is a yellow cup I'll not name - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

Time is a green orchid - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"

Lift your flowers on bitter stems - William Carlos Williams "Chickory and Daisies"

And scorn greyness - William Carlos Williams "Chickory and Daisies"

Has sent one golden needle - William Carlos Williams "Complaint"

A frozen road past midnight - William Carlos Williams "Complaint"

Those fleas that escaped earth and fire - William Carlos Williams "Complete Destruction"

By the god of blood - William Carlos Williams "Con Brio"

Straw grey, frost grey - William Carlos Williams "Conquest"

The grey of frozen ground - William Carlos Williams "Conquest"

A black tree trunk icily resplendent - William Carlos Williams "Conquest"

Rimming the banked blue grey - William Carlos Williams "Conquest"

Into overpowering white - William Carlos Williams "Conquest"

The corner of a great rain - William Carlos Williams "Contemporania"

Hugging the earth in August - William Carlos Williams "Daisy"

Spring is gone down in purple - William Carlos Williams "Daisy"

The mind dances with itself - William Carlos Williams "The Dance"

The sun is a flame-white disc - William Carlos Williams "Danse Russe"

Silken mists above shining trees - William Carlos Williams "Danse Russe"

Blow the thin streams aslant - William Carlos Williams "The Dark Day"

Winds of the white poppy - William Carlos Williams "The Dark Day"

The hollow vastness of the sky - William Carlos Williams "Dawn"

Always at some new loving treason - William Carlos Williams "The Death of Franco of Cologne: His Prophecy of Beethoven"

The burning dust from his wheels - William Carlos Williams "The Death of Franco of Cologne: His Prophecy of Beethoven"

Ice cream in the shape of flowers - William Carlos Williams "The Delicacies"

As the ascent beckoned - William Carlos Williams "The Descent"

A place formerly unsuspected - William Carlos Williams "The Descent"

Alive by reason of the sun - William Carlos Williams "The Descent"

What is denied to love - William Carlos Williams "The Descent"

Whose days are vast and gray - William Carlos Williams "The Desolate Field"

Lady of rivers strewn with stones - William Carlos Williams "First Praise"

For the bird was Truth - William Carlos Williams "The Fool's Song"

Broke my pretty cage - William Carlos Williams "The Fool's Song"

Plash into the clean white sink - William Carlos Williams "Good Night"

Three girls in crimson satin - William Carlos Williams "Good Night"

Memory playing the clown - William Carlos Williams "Good Night"

Tideless waves thundering slantwise - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"

Spray dashed thirty feet high - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"

The wild chill in their eyes - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"

The burning liquor of moonlight - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"

The gutters packed with dead leaves - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"

Wheels rumbling through the dark city - William Carlos Williams "The Great Figure"

And sends up a lighthouse to peer from - William Carlos Williams "Great Mullen"

Will not soon have another singer - William Carlos Williams "Gulls"

From all that division and subtraction - William Carlos Williams "Heel & Toe to the End"

Jocular in no wise - William Carlos Williams "Hic Jacet"

How they jibe at loss - William Carlos Williams "Hic Jacet"

An arrogance endured six thousand years - William Carlos Williams "History"

And eat the air of the place - William Carlos Williams "History"

Will mount again into rose-leaves - William Carlos Williams "History"

Holds an edge against the weather - William Carlos Williams "History"

Worn against the years - William Carlos Williams "History"

The yellow and purple dusk - William Carlos Williams "History"

All vain souls candles when noon is - William Carlos Williams "Homage"

The loud clangour of pretenders - William Carlos Williams "Homage"

A strange courage you give me - William Carlos Williams "El Hombre"

Shine alone in the sunrise - William Carlos Williams "El Hombre"

One thing braver than all flowers - William Carlos Williams "Immortal"

An injured Juno roused against Heaven's King - William Carlos Williams "Immortal"

There is always the morning - William Carlos Williams "In Harbor"

From among those trumpeting petals - William Carlos Williams "Iris"

A finished thing guarding its secret - William Carlos Williams "It Is a Small Plant"

Forty flowers on twenty stems - William Carlos Williams "It Is a Small Plant"

A wish achieved and half lost again - William Carlos Williams "It Is a Small Plant"

Or I do not live at all - William Carlos Williams "The Ivy Crown"

Just as the nature of briars - William Carlos Williams "The Ivy Crown"

To make roses stand before thorns - William Carlos Williams "The Ivy Crown"

Reply to the triple winds - William Carlos Williams "January"

Chromatic fifths of derision - William Carlos Williams "January"

The strange hours we keep to see them - William Carlos Williams "January Morning"

Exquisite brown waves - William Carlos Williams "January Morning"

Long circlets of silver moving - William Carlos Williams "January Morning"

Expect the ground to be always solid - William Carlos Williams "K. McB."

Even become dust - William Carlos Williams "K. McB."

Some wind-dancing afternoon - William Carlos Williams "Keller Gegen Dom"

In the futile darkness of a wall - William Carlos Williams "Keller Gegen Dom"

Stars dancing to the crack of a leaf - William Carlos Williams "Keller Gegen Dom"

The sun that melted the wings' wax - William Carlos Williams "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus"

This was Icarus drowning - William Carlos Williams "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus"

Dreams that have destroyed us - William Carlos Williams "Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"

Turn bitter in the end - William Carlos Williams "Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!"

Twirled his November moustaches - William Carlos Williams "Light Hearted William"

Quietly twirling his green moustaches - William Carlos Williams "Light Hearted William"

Hold pink flames in their right hands - William Carlos Williams "The Lonely Street"

Gold and silver mixed to one - William Carlos Williams "Love"

Petals are news of the day - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

With a roar show the white - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

Little loaves of sweet smells - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

Sweet smells from a white sky - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

A burst of fragrance from black branches - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

Only a honey-thick stain - William Carlos Williams "Love Song"

Has spent this snow out of envy - William Carlos Williams "M. B."

And disdains even the sun - William Carlos Williams "M. B."

And try them against the sky's limits - William Carlos Williams "M. B."

Winter is long in this climate - William Carlos Williams "March"

A flower or two picked from mud - William Carlos Williams "March"

Against treacherous bitterness of wind - William Carlos Williams "March"

In blue and yellow enamel - William Carlos Williams "March"

Dragons in embossed brickwork marching - William Carlos Williams "March"

The sacred way to Nebuchadnezzar's throne - William Carlos Williams "March"

The dust of ten thousand dirt years - William Carlos Williams "March"

Bared by the storms from my calendar - William Carlos Williams "March"

Lining the way to an old altar - William Carlos Williams "March"

Seeking the flowers of March - William Carlos Williams "March"

With all the ridicule of misery - William Carlos Williams "March"

The leaves are little yellow fish - William Carlos Williams "Metric Figure"

Outshines the noise of leaves clashing - William Carlos Williams "Metric Figure"

Pointing to the life-giving water - William Carlos Williams "The Motor-Barge"

Already cursed with offspring - William Carlos Williams "Mujer"

In silent attitudes of attention - William Carlos Williams "The Old Men"

Swim the winding flame - William Carlos Williams "The Ordeal"

The fire roots that circle him - William Carlos Williams "The Ordeal"

Until the Hell-flower dies down - William Carlos Williams "The Ordeal"

The shuffling of all ants be done forever - William Carlos Williams "Overture to a Dance of Locomotives"

A leaning pyramid of sunlight - William Carlos Williams "Overture to a Dance of Locomotives"

Poised horizontal on glittering parallels - William Carlos Williams "Overture to a Dance of Locomotives"

Rails forever parallel return on themselves - William Carlos Williams "Overture to a Dance of Locomotives"

Dipped his hand in the black waters of the sky - William Carlos Williams "Pastoral"

Nor picked the yellow lilies - William Carlos Williams "Pastoral"

To touch fingers with the moon - William Carlos Williams "Pastoral"

Quarreling with sharp voices - William Carlos Williams "Pastoral [The little sparrows]"

There is hunting in heaven - William Carlos Williams "Peace on Earth"

Beautifully and completely rotten - William Carlos Williams "Perfection"

Red cradle of the night - William Carlos Williams "Portent"

Shall be piled sinew on sinew - William Carlos Williams "Portent"

To separate you from your greyness - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

Into your grey-brown landscapes - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

Always against a grey sky - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

The motion of our drawing apart - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

Touching a grey, broken sky - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

Level and undisturbed by colors - William Carlos Williams "A Portrait in Greys"

We are alone in this terror - William Carlos Williams "Portrait of the Author"

Face to face on this road - William Carlos Williams "Portrait of the Author"

Let the polished plows stay idle - William Carlos Williams "Portrait of the Author"

Crushes my house and leaves me - William Carlos Williams "Portrait of the Author"

In a fury of lilac blossoms - William Carlos Williams "Portrait of the Author"

Temples soothed by sun to ruin - William Carlos Williams "Postlude"

Wall flowers that once were flame - William Carlos Williams "Postlude"

Gold of tarnished masonry - William Carlos Williams "Postlude"

Arrows to shoot the stars - William Carlos Williams "Postlude"

Pink confused with white flowers - William Carlos Williams "The Pot of Flowers"

Spill the shaded flame - William Carlos Williams "The Pot of Flowers"

Only the bare rocks of today - William Carlos Williams "A Prelude"

My brown sea-weed - William Carlos Williams "A Prelude"

The shadow under a bush - William Carlos Williams "Primrose"

Forget-me-nots in the ditch - William Carlos Williams "Primrose"

No destructive pressure but time - William Carlos Williams "The Problem"

Wild carrot taking the field by force - William Carlos Williams "Queen-Ann's-Lace"

Ebbing back into the sun - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Plunging glassy funnels fall - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

A hound running over rough ground - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Detached dance of gnomes - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Sliding mists sheeting the alders - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Green stars of scrawny weed - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Light withdrawing its tattered shreds - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Myriads of counter processions - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

With mortal fear you reward me - William Carlos Williams "El Romancero"

The heavy torture of sorrows unbrightened - William Carlos Williams "El Romancero"

Eyes of hope's fair assurance - William Carlos Williams "El Romancero"

Cementing the grooved columns of air - William Carlos Williams "The Rose"

At the edge of the petal - William Carlos Williams "The Rose"

The souring flowers of the bedraggled poplars - William Carlos Williams "Smell!"

With what deep thirst we quicken - William Carlos Williams "Smell!"

To reconcile the people and the stones - William Carlos Williams "A Sort of a Song"

Flower that splits the rocks - William Carlos Williams "A Sort of a Song"

Of winter branches and old bones - William Carlos Williams "The Soughing Wind"

Cutting my life with sleep - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

The sea of many arms - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

The blazing secrecy of noon - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

Cold with dead men's tears - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

By the force of the moon - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

Enter the new world naked - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]"

Now the stark dignity of entrance - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]"

Rooted, they grip down and begin - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]"

The sky has given over its bitterness - William Carlos Williams "Spring Storm"

Water from a thousand runnels - William Carlos Williams "Spring Storm"

A tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds - William Carlos Williams "Spring Strains"

Tense blue-grey twigs - William Carlos Williams "Spring Strains"

Two blue-grey birds chasing a third - William Carlos Williams "Spring Strains"

Smoke from a few lean chimneys - William Carlos Williams "The Storm"

The burrowing pride that rises - William Carlos Williams "Sub Terra"

Could fathom the guts of shadows - William Carlos Williams "Sub Terra"

Wanderer moon smiling - William Carlos Williams "Summer Song"

Unrelated to jealous ears and eyes - William Carlos Williams "These"

And decide to dream no more - William Carlos Williams "Thursday"

A solace of ripe plums - William Carlos Williams "To a Poor Old Woman"

How motionless the eaten moon - William Carlos Williams "To a Solitary Disciple"

Morning brown-stone and slate - William Carlos Williams "To a Solitary Disciple"

The jasmine lightness of the moon - William Carlos Williams "To a Solitary Disciple"

Deer going by fields of goldenrod - William Carlos Williams "To Elsie"

Will have a heavier rain - William Carlos Williams "Tract"

With some show of inconvenience - William Carlos Williams "Tract"

On your little grey-black hillock - William Carlos Williams "Trees"

Toward the infinite summits of the night - William Carlos Williams "Trees"

Even you the few grey stars - William Carlos Williams "Trees"

Into a vague melody of harsh threads - William Carlos Williams "Trees"

The bitter horizontals of a north wind - William Carlos Williams "Trees"

Whose fruits all anguish mend - William Carlos Williams "The Uses of Poetry"

The mad sun himself -- blackened crimson - William Carlos Williams "Virtue"

Waved me from the white wet - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Grey gulls among the white - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

At her throat is loose gold - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Instantly down the mists of my eyes - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Her voice entered at my eyes - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Who know all fires out of the bodies - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Tense air enjoying the dusty fight - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Heard her voice in a low thunder - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

My voice of leaves and varicolored bark - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

In the waving grass of your minds - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Under the eaves of your spirit - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

The weight of the sky is upon them - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

My voice was a seed in the wind - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

A vine among oaks - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

The wind coming that stills birds - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Until time had been washed finally under - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

In memory of this clear marriage - William Carlos Williams "The Wanderer"

Sorrow is my own yard - William Carlos Williams "The Widow's Lament in Springtime"

Where the new grass flames - William Carlos Williams "The Widow's Lament in Springtime"

A willow when summer is over - William Carlos Williams "Willow Poem"

One opaque stone of a cloud - William Carlos Williams "Winter Sunset"

Prepared their buds against a sure winter - William Carlos Williams "Winter Trees"

Wise trees stand sleeping in the cold - William Carlos Williams "Winter Trees"

An oblique cloud of purple smoke - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"

On a sheet of grey sky - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"

A dark crimson corner of roof - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"

Toward me from that dead hillside - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"

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A result of the means - Katie Willingham "Artifact (Disambiguation)"

Some tangible byproduct - Katie Willingham "Artifact (Disambiguation)"

Also called ghosts - Katie Willingham "Artifact (Disambiguation)"

Destroyed by ordinary means - Katie Willingham "Artifact (Disambiguation)"

Whatever is closest to shadow - Katie Willingham "Bad Instructions for Approaching Warp Speed"

Grow by swallowing others - Katie Willingham "Bad Instructions for Approaching Warp Speed"

Every ocean has its mouth - Katie Willingham "Bad Instructions for Approaching Warp Speed"

Crack a name open - Katie Willingham "Bad Instructions for Approaching Warp Speed"

Buried them all the same - Katie Willingham "Bad Instructions for Approaching Warp Speed"

The time that I can't witness - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

Whatever dreaming enters - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

Particular in its lethality - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

That pain produces logic - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

Proof of our belief in loneliness - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

Which universe we inhabit - Katie Willingham "Correction: Tonight Is Not the Longest Night in the History of Earth"

A penchant for collecting - Katie Willingham "Darwin (Disambiguation)"

A veiled obsession with death - Katie Willingham "Darwin (Disambiguation)"

How does anything learn to be alone? - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Disappointment"

The time it takes to materialize - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Disappointment"

An accident of perception - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Humanity"

A needle on a moral compass - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Humanity"

Where insides and outsides align - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Humanity"

Infinite time and infinite objectivity - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Humanity"

Forget what to cherish - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Pattern Recognition"

Call out in the dark - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Pattern Recognition"

Learns everything by taste - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Pattern Recognition"

What the rain did not uncover - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Unrequited Love"

The game your mind plays in dreams - Katie Willingham "Darwinist Logic on Unrequited Love"

Ignore what returns to the ocean - Katie Willingham "Dear Charlie"

Ice caps don't choose to melt - Katie Willingham "Dear Charlie"

One foot in each world - Katie Willingham "Dear Charlie"

Some other purpose in death - Katie Willingham "Dear Charlie"

Nothing about gravity - Katie Willingham "The Golden Record"

Nothing like the stillness - Katie Willingham "The Golden Record"

Its opening a herald - Katie Willingham "The Golden Record"

No register of season - Katie Willingham "The Golden Record"

In daylight, then darkness - Katie Willingham "The Golden Record"

The little hunger dreams of crickets - Katie Willingham "In Defense of Nature Poetry"

To hold some loss - Katie Willingham "In Defense of Nature Poetry"

Requires some level of regret - Katie Willingham "Internal Reasons and the Obscurity of Blame"

Open my heart enough - Katie Willingham "Internal Reasons and the Obscurity of Blame"

Cut a branch and bury it - Katie Willingham "Internal Reasons and the Obscurity of Blame"

Such little work required of me - Katie Willingham "Internal Reasons and the Obscurity of Blame"

Between what I have forgotten and what I can't remember - Katie Willingham "Let's Hope Kepler-186F Is Barren"

Only swallow with my mind - Katie Willingham "Let's Hope Kepler-186F Is Barren"

More beautiful than true - Katie Willingham "Notes on Relief"

Burns so coldly - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

A ghost, not quite destroyed - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

The unlikelihood of sudden flame - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

Made arbitrary again - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

Of a body that burns so coldly - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

Born of some selfishness - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

Destruction's just another method of caring - Katie Willingham "A Partial List of Overwriting Errors"

Brings the wrong items to battle - Katie Willingham "Red, Save!"

Whose use is compromised - Katie Willingham "Salt (Disambiguation)"

Need some proof of loss - Katie Willingham "Salt (Disambiguation)"

To let the light in means exposure - Katie Willingham "Terrifying Robot Update"

Capture what destroys - Katie Willingham "Terrifying Robot Update"

No record of our viewing - Katie Willingham "Terrifying Robot Update"

Eyes alone leave no trace - Katie Willingham "Terrifying Robot Update"

Chooses one direction only - Katie Willingham “Twitch (Disambiguation)”

Against their intractable edges - Katie Willingham “Twitch (Disambiguation)”

Bad Disciple of a lost cause - Katie Willingham “Twitch (Disambiguation)”

A fist of jealousy - Katie Willingham "Twitch (Disambiguation)"

Knows nothing of savoring - Katie Willingham "Twitch (Disambiguation)"

Walk on without being tempted - Katie Willingham "Twitch (Disambiguation)"

Emptying his pockets in the dark - Katie Willingham "Twitch (Disambiguation)"

Walk until you hit a wall - Katie Willingham "Twitch (Disambiguation)"

Congratulate yourself like you've proved something - Katie Willingham "Whatever"

What sound the sun makes - Katie Willingham "When I Ask the Internet if the Sun Is a Ball of Fire"

What we wear to hide ourselves - Katie Willingham "When I Ask the Internet if the Sun Is a Ball of Fire"

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This softly tendered now - Sam Witt "The First Law of Entanglement: From the Swimming Pool Where You Drowned, to an Underworld Hospital, to Your .357 Magnum Sinking Down Forever to the Harbor Bed"

Through your very own little reckoning - Sam Witt "The First Law of Entanglement: From the Swimming Pool Where You Drowned, to an Underworld Hospital, to Your .357 Magnum Sinking Down Forever to the Harbor Bed"

Of your single deranged sense - Sam Witt "The First Law of Entanglement: From the Swimming Pool Where You Drowned, to an Underworld Hospital, to Your .357 Magnum Sinking Down Forever to the Harbor Bed"

As of that blooming - Sam Witt "The First Law of Entanglement: From the Swimming Pool Where You Drowned, to an Underworld Hospital, to Your .357 Magnum Sinking Down Forever to the Harbor Bed"

Seconds from this drowned quantum - Sam Witt "The First Law of Entanglement: From the Swimming Pool Where You Drowned, to an Underworld Hospital, to Your .357 Magnum Sinking Down Forever to the Harbor Bed"

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On a tongue of hope - Nancy Wood "Beginning Time"

Given strength at dawn - Nancy Wood "Beginning Time"

The jealous shadows of yesterday - Nancy Wood "Beginning Time"

See beyond their footprints - Nancy Wood "Birth Ritual"

Your small breath of life - Nancy Wood "Birth Ritual"

Were each other's distant shore - Nancy Wood "Commitment"

Join my loneliness to yours - Nancy Wood "Commitment"

To stars yet unborn - Nancy Wood "Death Ritual"

Embrace the cleansing wind - Nancy Wood "Feather"

An interval of changing shadows - Nancy Wood "The Meaning of Daylight"

Insistence on survival - Nancy Wood "The Meaning of Daylight"

Piercing the thrust of instinct - Nancy Wood "The Old Ways"

The curiosity of stars - Nancy Wood "The Old Ways"

Scattered like knowledge - Nancy Wood "The Old Ways"

But a moment from now - Nancy Wood "Partners"

Goodbye to stale dreams - Nancy Woods "The Ritual of Forgetting"

The strength that mountains need - Nancy Wood "Sacred Love: A Ritual"

Pay attention to blossoms and smoke - Nancy Wood " The Sacred Songs of Our Ancestors"

Without the power of stone - Nancy Wood " The Sacred Songs of Our Ancestors"

The ashes of battle - Nancy Wood "Shaman's Circle"

Songs as well as tears - Nancy Wood "Shaman's Circle"

The shadow of creation - Nancy Wood "Shaman's Circle"

For the fist of fire - Nancy Wood "When the Morningstars Sang Together"

Discovered the delight of song - Nancy Wood "When the Morningstars Sang Together"

Who believe themselves invincible - Nancy Wood "Wisdom of the Elders"

History and future test one another - Nancy Wood "Wisdom of the Elders"

Dressed in your robe of experience - Nancy Wood "Wisdom of the Elders"

In the wilderness of their minds - Nancy Wood "Why the Great Spirit Made Hands"

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With laughter on her banners - William Wordsworth "Composed by the Sea-Side, Near Calais, August, 1802"

Earth has not anything to show more fair - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

Between two sister moorland rills - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

And sacred to the sky - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

As budding pines in Spring - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

No trace of a ferocious air - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

Untouched by solemn thought - William Wordsworth "Evening"

The crags repeat the raven's croak - William Wordsworth "Fidelity"

Through the tarn a lonely cheer - William Wordsworth "Fidelity"

Continuous as the stars that shine - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

Stretched in never-ending line along the margin - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

They out-did the sparkling waves in glee - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

What wealth the show to me had brought - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

That inward eye which is the bliss of solitude - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

With his eternal motion make a sound like thunder - William Wordsworth "It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free"

Appear untouched by solemn thought - William Wordsworth "It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free"

In her upturned eye of fire - William Wordsworth "The Kitten and the Falling Leaves"

Five summers, with the length of five long winters - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Impress thoughts of more deep seclusion - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Connect the landscape with the quiet of the sky - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Little lines of sportive wood run wild - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Feelings too of unremembered pleasure - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

As have no slight or trivial influence - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

To them I may have owed another gift - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

The weary weight of all this unintelligible world - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

An eye made quiet by the power of harmony - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Amid the many shapes of joyless daylight - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Have hung upon the beatings of my heart - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

With gleams of half-extinguished thought - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

That had no need of a remoter charm - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Nor any interest borrowed from the eye - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

When these wild ecstasies shall be matured - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

A sea that could not cease to smile - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

No motion but the moving tide - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

In the fond illusion of my heart - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

Which labours in the deadly swell - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

In the unfeeling armour of old time - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

Farewell the heart that lives alone - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

I heard a thousand blended notes - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

When pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

That every flower enjoys the air it breathes - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Their thoughts I cannot measure - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Reason to lament what man has made of man - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Which he forbears again to look upon - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Slipping in between the beauty coming and the beauty gone - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Break off all commerce with the Muse - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Whate'er the sense take or may refuse - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Shed her dews of inspiration on the humblest - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Along a scale of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Which they can hear who meddle not with crime - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Drop like the tower sublime of yesterday - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Which royally did wear her crown of weeds - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Or the unimaginable touch of Time - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Some casual shout that broke the silent air - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Another mighty empire overthrown - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

The last that dare to struggle - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

In ourselves our safety must be sought - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

To me alone there came a thought of grief - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

A timely utterance gave that thought relief - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Winds come to me from the fields of sleep - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Both of them speak of something that is gone - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

But trailing clouds of glory do we come - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Who daily farther from the east must travel - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

And fade into the light of common day - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Fit his tongue to dialogues of business, love, or strife - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Haunted forever by the eternal Mind - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Those obstinate questionings of sense and outward things - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

A creature moving about in worlds not realized - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Though nothing can bring back the hour - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Rather find strength in what remains behind - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Under this dark sycamore - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Lose themselves mid groves and copses - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

And wreathes of smoke sent up - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Unremembered acts of kindness - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Made quiet by the power of harmony - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The many shapes of joyless daylight - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Haunted me like a passion - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Interest unborrowed from the eye - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

And all its dizzy raptures - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

As in the hour of thoughtless youth - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The still, sad music of humanity - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

That disturbs me with the joy - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The anchor of my purest thoughts - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Matured into a sober pleasure - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

For all sweet sounds and harmonies - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Deeper zeal of holier love - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

When haughty expectations prostrate lie - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

And Fortune's utmost anger try - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

Smitten by the wing of many a furious whirlblast - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

Some tribute of regret - William Wordsworth "On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic"

Sent to be a moment's ornament - William Wordsworth "Perfect Woman"

To warn, to comfort, and command - William Wordsworth "Perfect Woman"

Dwelt among the untrodden ways - William Wordsworth "She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

A violet by a mossy stone half hidden - William Wordsworth "She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

To cut across the reflex of a star that fled - William Wordsworth "Skating"

Into the tumult sent an alien sound - William Wordsworth "Skating"

When we had given our bodies to the wind - William Wordsworth "Skating"

Rolled round in earth's diurnal course - William Wordsworth "A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal"

Alone she cuts and binds the grain - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Breaking the silence of the seas - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Sang as if her song could have no ending - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Long after it was heard no more - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

In the hourly walk of the mind's business - Wordsworth "Sonnet [I grieved for Buonaparte]" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 9, May 26, 1832]

The degrees by which true sway doth mount - Wordsworth "Sonnet [I grieved for Buonaparte]" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 9, May 26, 1832]

Were in this place the guests of chance - William Wordsworth "Stepping Westward"

With such a sky to lead him on - William Wordsworth "Stepping Westward"

A hundred times, by rock or bower - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Some memory that had taken flight - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Some chime of fancy wrong or right - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

If stately passions in me burn - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

I drink out of a humble urn a lowlier pleasure - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Homely sympathy that heeds the common life - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

A wisdom fitted to the needs of hearts at leisure - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

My spirits play with kindred motion - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

All seasons through another debt - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Coming one knows not how or whence, nor whither going - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Or but a wandering Voice - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

A tale of visionary hours - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

Lie upon the plain and listen - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

An unsubstantial, fairy place - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

Live upon their praises - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

In the time before the thrush - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

Ill befall the yellow flowers - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

Children of the flaring hours - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

In the habitual silence of this wood - William Wordsworth "Travelling"

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Sea that bares her bosom to the moon - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

No door the tenement requires - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

A canopy in some still nook - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

Withered is the guardian flower - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

Surprised by joy - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

Impatient as the wind - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

Love, faithful love - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

The least division of an hour - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

So beguiled as to be blind - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

That sorrow ever bore - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

My heart's best treasure - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

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His rage is thunder - Valerie Worth "Bengal Tiger"

From the planet's hard side - Valerie Worth "Bull"

Gold fountains of lions - Valerie Worth "Bull"

With cries like grieving - Valerie Worth "Geese"

Castle of old rag and bone - Valerie Worth "Rat"

A thin sun warms nothing - Valerie Worth "Sparrows and Pigeons"

Language of leaves and rain - Valerie Worth "Wood Thrush"

Too rare for the human ear - Valerie Worth "Wood Thrush"

Filling the air with silver and water - Valerie Worth "Wood Thrush"

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Variation water knows from air - Jay Wright "Boli"

See the frugal sight of another sun - Jay Wright "Boli"

The innocent gift of strangers - Jay Wright "Boli"

Betray an inventive solitude - Jay Wright "Boli"

A gift of faithful forgetting - Jay Wright "Boli"

That never stalls at boundaries - Jay Wright "Boli"

Wind the copper through the black - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

Turn around and become ash bone - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

Wind in the cottonwoods wakes me - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

Shakes me free of its blue dust - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

My dance under sorrow's tree - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

Swift darkness is spring's first hour - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

A sly way with rhythm - Jay Wright "The Healing Improvisation of Hair"

Out of morning's burnt phase - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Their imitative and incendiary hymns - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The unbroken flow of a classical star - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Bracken upon my memory - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The thermal equilibrium of stars - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

An exacting warmth - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Too sure of its perfect flower - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The rough edge of a universe - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The danger of such radiance - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

An attention to unacceptable tenses - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

That speaks of unacknowledged loss - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

And propose a depth of justice - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Contest the majesty of water - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Appears invincible in water - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The purple indifference of prophets - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

The wet intention of day - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

A clever dance of flowers - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

An investment in a cloud - Jay Wright "Ilhuitl"

Evidence of a necessary sacrifice - Jay Wright "Imule"

The density of absent water - Jay Wright "Imule"

In the bones of a star - Jay Wright "Imule"

Submit to its first fall - Jay Wright "Imule"

Of a song gone sour - Jay Wright "Imule"

That refused the ingenuity of clocks - Jay Wright "Imule"

Stirs the worship of absence - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The exorbitant syntax of stars - Jay Wright "Kumu"

To the adequate measure of night - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Speak carefully of the living - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The shape of an absolute past - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Have learned the turbulence of names - Jay Wright "Kumu"

A hunger for awakenings - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The mistaken flavor of misplaced thunder - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Sits with the cuckoo at sunset - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Sheltered by omissions - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The smoke of hypothesis - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The harmony emptiness brings - Jay Wright "Kumu"

No replenishment of unmarked light - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The blessed bereavement of bones - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The ostensible clarity of rain - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Summer's impossible delay - Jay Wright "Kumu"

That rhythm freed of rule - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Bear witness to the absent fig leaves - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The bluest star and the imponderable water - Jay Wright "Kumu"

The possible substance of shelter - Jay Wright "Kumu"

And renew my faith in an ornamental rosebud - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Full of legend and perfect discrepancies - Jay Wright "Kumu"

Into the thorough silence - Jay Wright "Sasa"

To celebrate an indefensible sleep - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Weary from our own regard - Jay Wright "Sasa"

When sunset provokes me - Jay Wright "Sasa"

The map we left behind - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Neglectful of roses - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Invites a purging rain - Jay Wright "Sasa"

The plain chant of waters - Jay Wright "Sasa"

The incense and silk of memory - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Irregular composition of a will - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Treacherous to circular fire - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Might hope for compassion - Jay Wright "Sasa"

By bone tethered density - Jay Wright "Sasa"

The science of difficult beginnings - Jay Wright "Sasa"

Opens another form of illusion - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

Provoked by silence - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

Ground of hidden grace - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

The dusty labyrinth of stars - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

The spent shallow seas - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

Tenaciously counting its gifts - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

Pass from knowing to being - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

Standing on love's complementary estate - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

The danger in violets - Jay Wright "Six on Six on Six: The Dilemma of the Raised Sixth"

That measures its life in olive groves - Jay Wright "Somewhere between here and Belen"

A dry river in Athens - Jay Wright "Somewhere between here and Belen"

Fugitive lives docking in Halifax - Jay Wright "Somewhere between here and Belen"

Being too conversant with asphodel meadows - Jay Wright "Somewhere between here and Belen"

Walk through the abandoned streets - Jay Wright "Somewhere between here and Belen"

Nothing there of falsehood - Jay Wright "[Song into holiness]"

Pain rides itself through - Jay Wright "[Song into holiness]"

Look carefully in a dark glass - Jay Wright "[Song into holiness]"

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When death was forgotten - Willard Huntington Wright "Later"

And the eventual silences - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

Cold with the knowledge of decay - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

The uncompromising reaches of the earth - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

And the underbrush of the world - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

Have visions only of the dawn - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

Effaced by the insatiable winds - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

Nor yet a broken bell - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

The gray defeat of age - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"

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Catch alewives in their hands - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

When the frost makes all the birches burn - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

Who in old times endured this dread - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

Borne along the street by captive leopards - Elinor Wylie "August"

With long stems dripping crystal - Elinor Wylie "August"

Consumes her like a curse - Elinor Wylie "Beauty"

Have had deep peace to drink - Elinor Wylie "Bells in the Rain"

Alembics turn to stranger things - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Singing water in a sieve - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Rub a little dust upon your eyes - Elinor Wylie "The Crooked Stick"

With a whisper no one understands - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

When foxes eat the last gold grape - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

Making blind moons of all your eyes - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

In hollows under the mangrove root - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

Little gilt bees in amber drops - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Of mother-of-pearl and moonshine made - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

A filigree frost of frail notes lost - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

A turquoise chain of sun-shower rain - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Bubbles blown from the opal stone - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Crumble away into quicksilver dust - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

To whistle mocking-bird replies - Elinor Wylie "The Falcon"

Weave her a chain of silver twist - Elinor Wylie "The Falcon"

Wings of your youth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Bitter springs of truth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Among trysted swords - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

The earth may hide - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Too ragged to cover your bones - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Scatters tears upon dust - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Not too narrow and not too deep - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

And tasted bitter springs of truth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Wandered naked among trysted swords - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

The wind scatters tears upon dust - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

A white well in a black cave - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright shell in a dark wave - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright core to bitter black pain - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright spark where black ashes are - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

In the smothering dark one white star - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

Images of eagles and of antelope - Elinor Wylie "Let No Charitable Hope"

The years go by in single file - Elinor Wylie "Let No Charitable Hope"

Have stolen the falcon's eyes - Elinor Wylie "A Proud Lady"

Tarnished with smoke of the flood - Elinor Wylie "Sea Lullaby"

Hangs for an hour in the blue cave of night - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

Made of the moon - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

Into crystal they pass - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

The blue cave of night - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

All that I dream - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

I am shouted proof - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

From the moon's brink - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

And the nights end - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

From the sun's dome - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

That sky like a thin gold mask - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Wooed from the moon's brink - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Wears that sky like a thin gold mask - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Seal it up with spice and salt - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Core and rind of that same fruit - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Cool and chaste as clover's breath - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Snow in a soundless space - Elinor Wylie "Velvet Shoes"

Swim in milk and honey till we drown - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Grapes of purple-brown and gold - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Which burns from copper into brass - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Plums lie open to the blackbird's beak - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Between the cherries and the peaches - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Cornucopias which spill fruits red and purple - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

We'll trample bright persimmons - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Landscapes drawn in pearly monotones - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Cold silver on a sky of slate - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Slanted pastures fenced with stone - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Briefer than apple-blossom's breath - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

And frost bakes clay as fire bakes - Elinor Wylie "Winter Sleep"

Heaped together with balsam and juniper - Elinor Wylie "Winter Sleep"

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To formalize its theft - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

At the edge of the center of the Milky Way - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

The combined distances between its stars is forever - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

A teapot pouring into the black cup of a summer night - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

Darker than a pine forest in the new moon - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

What lives on that map never sees the light - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

Where everything is or becomes a ghost - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

Do not assume ghosts were birthed by other ghosts - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

Sagittarius has an arrow drawn at the very heart of Scorpio - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

By what law did Sagittarius make his squatter's claim - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

His squatter's claim on a place that doesn't exist - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

As Scorpio rises, Orion goes down - Robert Wrigley "Centaur over Tomer Butte"

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With myrtle blooming and music ringing - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

Those plagues of night and of desolation - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

With whirlwinds sweeping all life on earth - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

Whose stings and gnawing shall never cease - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

The phantoms of vengeance rise - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

Your tongue would poison all honest merits - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

Whose light depends not on sun and moon - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

With torch inverted and quenched - Johan Olof Wallin "The Angel of Death" transl. by August W. Almqvist

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Choking tight fists of air - Jamie Wasserman "German Man Found Dead in Home 5 Years After He Died"

Whatever the awful silence must surely have revealed - Jamie Wasserman "German Man Found Dead in Home 5 Years After He Died"

As if he were agreeing with the night - Jamie Wasserman "German Man Found Dead in Home 5 Years After He Died"

No smoke rising from your fingertips - Jamie Wasserman "Spontaneous Human Combustion"

And you will shine bright as a winter star - Jamie Wasserman "Spontaneous Human Combustion"

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Only the fading inks of spirit artistry - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

Nor dawn nor eventide nor any light we know - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

This ghostly incandescence and unearthly afterglow - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

This far-spread conflagration of the fields of snow - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

Some spectral satellite cast glamor on the earth - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

Some gray unfinished world in age-long reverie - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

Leaving the scene in thrall to silence - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

To bless far landscapes anew with leaf and bud - Amos Wilder "Winter Night"

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Remember the sweat & jeering wind - Nicholas Wong "First Martyr"

Some bones to break in the years of fire - Nicholas Wong "Intergenerational"

As if to contemplate the history of beans - Nicholas Wong "Intergenerational"

Learned that survival was hierarchical - Nicholas Wong "Intergenerational"

While dolphins swam in an ocean of orchestra - Nicholas Wong "Intergenerational"

Holding my soul strong against foreign powers - Nicholas Wong "The Little Pink"

Expose a spine of cursed commas - Nicholas Wong "On Insertion"

Where questions are decades old - Nicholas Wong "101, Taipei"

To be exact with the price of a thing - Nicholas Wong "101, Taipei"

A witness standing by your loneliness - Nicholas Wong "101, Taipei"

To frame the circumference of their open despair - Nicholas Wong "101, Taipei"

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No darkness steps out of the woods - Charles Wright "Across the Creek Is the Other Side of the River"

Into the glistening mittens of the same clouds - Charles Wright "Ancient of Days"

Pulled by invisible strings toward light - Charles Wright "Anniversary II"

Everything is scarce up here but distance - Charles Wright "Another Night in the Purcells"

Bell jar over our ills and endless infirmities - Charles Wright "April Evening"

Where we know the light will never reach us - Charles Wright "April Evening"

The same odd taste of bitterness and terror - Charles Wright "Basin Creek Lullaby"

The air remains timeless over the ridge - Charles Wright "Basin Creek Sundown"

The whisper of dusk in the drowsy ear - Charles Wright "Basin Creek Sundown"

No footbridge or boat over Lethe - Charles Wright "Bees Are the Terrace Builders of the Stars"

To walk hard in the bright places - Charles Wright "Bitter Herbs to Eat, and Dipped in Honey"

The germs of stars infect us - Charles Wright "Cake Walk"

Pond stocked with clouds - Charles Wright "Celestial Waters"

The world reflected and windless - Charles Wright "Celestial Waters"

Osiris has shown us the way to cross - Charles Wright "Celestial Waters"

Over the broken promises of the day - Charles Wright "The Childhood of St. Thomas"

Who lead them beside the dry waters - Charles Wright "The Children of the Plain"

Their blood full of ashes - Charles Wright "The Children of the Plain"

Tiny monuments in the ever-erasing sands - Charles Wright "The Children of the Plain"

To live in the come-and-go of things - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie II"

Only the blackbirds know my thoughts - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie III"

Clarity of occurrence returning to hold us close - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie IV"

The doors to the mountain remain shut - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie V"

Four or five mountains gone rust in twilight - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie VI"

A clear path beyond the dust - Charles Wright "Chinoiserie VI"

Fir shadows needling out of the woods - Charles Wright "Consolation and the Order of the World"

Night with its full syringe - Charles Wright "Consolation and the Order of the World"

Most everything else is up for grabs - Charles Wright "Crystal Declension"

A virtual world unfit for the virtuous - Charles Wright "Description's the Art of Something or Other"

Give us their incandescent fingerbones - Charles Wright "Detour"

Give us our unrequited, forsaken nights - Charles Wright "Detour"

The crystal body of wind - Charles Wright "Double Salt"

A river flooding the underweave - Charles Wright "Double Salt"

Virgo halfway across the heavens - Charles Wright "Double Salt"

No matter how loud the grasshopper sings - Charles Wright "Double Salt"

Either way we're stuck in the middle - Charles Wright "Drift Away"

Back in the sullen nowhere of everything - Charles Wright "Drift Away"

We live beyond the metaphysician's fingertips - Charles Wright "Dude"

The heart of the world lies open - Charles Wright "The Evening Is Tranquil, and Dawn Is a Thousand Miles Away"

Leached and ticking with sunlight - Charles Wright "The Evening Is Tranquil, and Dawn Is a Thousand Miles Away"

Strangers in the lush province of joy - Charles Wright "Flannery's Angel"

Your country which lies beyond the thunder - Charles Wright "Flannery's Angel"

That rattles the skirts of paradise - Charles Wright "Fortune Cookie"

So snug on their blistering thrones - Charles Wright "Fortune Cookie"

Their crowns in a straight blaze to nowhere - Charles Wright "Fortune Cookie"

Programmed for rot and ruin - Charles Wright "Fortune Cookie"

On the stones of the imagination - Charles Wright "Four Dog Night"

The hour of disappearing things - Charles Wright "Four Dog Night"

My tentative statement under the threatening sky - Charles Wright "Four Dog Night"

All things in the end are bittersweet - Charles Wright "Future Tense"

A little way station just beyond silence - Charles Wright "Future Tense"

In their slow drift toward received form - Charles Wright "The Gospel According to Somebody Else"

Only memories are my company and my grace - Charles Wright "Grace II"

The aspirations of youth burn down to char - Charles Wright "Grace II"

The sunset pulling the full moon up - Charles Wright "Grace II"

Cyclotron eyes focusing on the deep - Charles Wright "The Great Blue Heron and the Tree of Night"

The deep, slow currents of evening - Charles Wright "The Great Blue Heron and the Tree of Night"

The eel's world is not your world - Charles Wright "Heaven's Eel"

What darkness snips at our hearts - Charles Wright "History Is a Burning Chariot"

A self-destructiveness no memory can repeal - Charles Wright "Homage to Samuel Beckett"

The sunlight continues its dying fall - Charles Wright "Homage to Samuel Beckett"

Of all the arts the least appreciated - Charles Wright "Homage to What's-His-Name"

From landscape to unsuppressed conjunction - Charles Wright "Homage to What's-His-Name"

And stop at the one with the golden script - Charles Wright "I Shall Be Released"

The crack between this world and the other - Charles Wright "I'm Going to Take a Trip in that Old Gospel Ship"

The clouds, as they always do, present us the option - Charles Wright "I'm Going to Take a Trip in that Old Gospel Ship"

Mapping his way through sun-strikes - Charles Wright "In Memory of the Natural World"

And one slips into wanting nothing more - Charles Wright "In Praise of What Is Missing"

Bystanders back from the river of light - Charles Wright "I've Been Sitting Here Thinking Back Over My Life..."

Downwind through the winter weeds - Charles Wright "I've Been Sitting Here Thinking Back Over My Life..."

Where nothing is visible but light - Charles Wright "L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle"

There are no words between my fingers - Charles Wright "The Last Word"

Come out from the weight of the unbearable - Charles Wright "The Last Word"

A wide membrane holding eternity back - Charles Wright "Life Lines"

Beyond the boundaries of light and dark - Charles Wright "Like the New Moon, My Mother Drifts Through the Night Sky"

To reset eternity's clock to the far side of midnight - Charles Wright "Little Elegy for an Old Friend"

At the great fork on the untouchable road - Charles Wright "Little Ending"

Unburdened by any supplication - Charles Wright "Little Ending"

Their strings over the desert sands - Charles Wright "Long Ago and Far Away"

Grant us shadows and their cohorts - Charles Wright "Lullaby"

An untuned harmonium that Muzaks our nights and days - Charles Wright "Music for Midsummer's Eve"

Two wounds in my upper arm and in my heart - Charles Wright "My Old Clinch Mountain Home"

Better to be the last chronicler of twilight - Charles Wright "My Old Clinch Mountain Home"

Melting objects, disappearing sounds - Charles Wright "My Old Clinch Mountain Home"

For we have lived in the wind - Charles Wright "My Old Clinch Mountain Home"

In the faint glare of the new moon - Charles Wright "Natura Morta"

The blank page of the sundown sky - Charles Wright "Next"

Who wouldn't embrace such an absence - Charles Wright "Next"

And whose narrative goes nowhere - Charles Wright "Next"

In the Kingdom of the Hollow-at-Heart - Charles Wright "No Angel"

In the land of the unutterable - Charles Wright "No Angel"

You've got to find Eurydice on your own - Charles Wright "No Direction Home"

The small crack between here and everywhere else - Charles Wright "No Direction Home"

A country we have no passport for - Charles Wright "No Entry"

Cut out by water into oblivion - Charles Wright "No Entry"

The stars will lean down and stare from their faceless spaces - Charles Wright "Nothing Is Written"

The past becomes such a mirror - Charles Wright "On the Night of the First Snow, Thinking About Tennessee"

Unlike despair, happiness knows no final answer - Charles Wright "Only the I-Ching Hexagrams Are Lacking"

Their bones crack in the west wind - Charles Wright "Our Days Are Political, but Birds Are Something Else"

And their mirrored pieces of heaven - Charles Wright "Our Days Are Political, but Birds Are Something Else"

How the light splays after the storm - Charles Wright "Outscape"

The clouds still piled like Armageddon - Charles Wright "Outscape"

A ricochet from a sea surge - Charles Wright "Outscape"

The mountains of the past berate me - Charles Wright "Remember Me When the Candlelight Is Gleaming"

Featherless birds in the ruined trees - Charles Wright "Remembering Bergamo Alto"

Little puddles of sunlight collect in low places - Charles Wright "Return of the Prodigal"

Seven yards short of immortality - Charles Wright "Road Warriors"

Our lives have been one constant mistake - Charles Wright "Road Warriors"

The threshing floor of the past - Charles Wright "Sentences II"

The landscape puts on it's black mask - Charles Wright "Sentences II"

Tell them that light is never a metaphor - Charles Wright "Shadow and Smoke"

Tell them the shadows are already gone - Charles Wright "Shadow and Smoke"

We haven't heard from the void lately - Charles Wright "The Song from the Other Side of the World"

With the light knifing low from right to left - Charles Wright "Stiletto"

Darkness is dropping inches beneath the earth - Charles Wright "Terrestrial Music"

Time's double door at the other - Charles Wright "Time and the Centipedes of Night"

Arrange your unutterable alphabet - Charles Wright "Time and the Centipedes of Night"

When the waters go down on their knees - Charles Wright "Time and the Centipedes of Night"

Tends toward the condition of silence - Charles Wright "Time and the Centipedes of Night"

And makes the night wakeful and full of remorse - Charles Wright "Time Is a Child-Biting Dog"

Clouds upholding the sour light of heaven - Charles Wright "Time Is a Child-Biting Dog"

Only the night is wound up tight - Charles Wright "Time Is a Graceless Enemy, but Purls as It Comes and Goes"

The metaphysics of the quotidian - Charles Wright "Tomorrow"

A little dew on the sunrise grass - Charles Wright "Tomorrow"

The future is merciless - Charles Wright "Tomorrow"

To find a sustainable ecstasy - Charles Wright "Tutti Frutti"

God and the Devil hang side by side - Charles Wright "Tutti Frutti"

Death is the mother of nothing - Charles Wright "Twilight of the Dogs"

Leading to one vast ultimate stop - Charles Wright "Walking Beside the Diversion Ditch Lake"

The kingfisher falls through fire - Charles Wright "Walking Beside the Diversion Ditch Lake"

Going into the deep desire of distance - Charles Wright "Waterfalls"

Autumn night at the end of the world - Charles Wright "We Hope That Love Calls Us, but Sometimes We're Not So Sure"

Amber does not remember the pine - Charles Wright "We Hope That Love Calls Us, but Sometimes We're Not So Sure"

That tight place where most of us live - Charles Wright "Well, Get Up, Rounder, Let a Working Man Lay Down"

Those who exist between the cracks - Charles Wright "Well, Get Up, Rounder, Let a Working Man Lay Down"

Mist candles down below - Charles Wright "Well, Roll On, Buddy, Don't You Roll Too Slow"

The nimbus of nowhere nods and retracts - Charles Wright "What Becomes of the Brokenhearted..."

Their allotted track up to the upside down - Charles Wright "What Becomes of the Brokenhearted..."

Gravetree estuaries against the winds of Paradise - Charles Wright "What Becomes of the Brokenhearted..."

Purgatorio in the pond's reflection - Charles Wright "With Alighieri on Basin Creek"

Sweet yeast for the yellow dust - Charles Wright "With Horace, Sitting on the Platform, Waiting for the Robert E. Lee"

And live at the edge of things - Charles Wright "With Horace, Sitting on the Platform, Waiting for the Robert E. Lee"

The chaos of future mornings just over the ridge - Charles Wright "With Horace, Sitting on the Platform, Waiting for the Robert E. Lee"

A whitish light edging the earth's offerings - Charles Wright "Yellow Wings"

This is the lost, impermanent light - Charles Wright "Yellow Wings"

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Echo in real air and space-time - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

Until my voice and throat cracked open wide - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

In a werewolf's cry to the moon and the blood - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

In a blistering moment of dazzle and chaos - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

Dazzle and chaos orchestrated cacophony - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

Your truths, our truths, human truths - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

And entire eternities would pass me by - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

Only a mind reading God could unfold - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

Lightning through tear-blurred pages - Phil Wright "Howling with Ginsberg"

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Full of looking-glass and silk - D.A.E. Wallace "The Beggar-Maiden"

With the wind of heaven blowing - D.A.E. Wallace "The Beggar-Maiden"

Suffer the dreams of Time - D.A.E. Wallace "In New College Cloisters"

Until the stooping midnight covers - D.A.E. Wallace "Life and I"

No misgivings of the morrow - D.A.E. Wallace "Life and I"

With sudden hand ungently laid - D.A.E. Wallace "Sonnet in Contempt of Death"

As of 7 August 2023, I could not find a page for this poet on either Wikipedia or poets.org. Google treats both 'D. A. E. Wallace' and 'D A E Wallace' as identical to 'dae wallace' so that search was fruitless. All I know is that this poet was at Oxford in 1919, plus or minus, because I found these poems in a college publication of that date.

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East of the tangled hills - Wang An-shih "By the River" transl. by Burton Watson

River waters ruffled in the west wind - Wang An-shih "By the River" transl. by Burton Watson

Quiet under its covering of shadows - Wang An-shih "Impromptu: Late Spring at Pan-shan" transl. by Burton Watson

Cottage deep in the intertwining green - Wang An-shih "Impromptu: Late Spring at Pan-shan" transl. by Burton Watson

Hoping to drive off sorrow - Wang An-shih "Written for My Own Amusement" transl. by Burton Watson

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Wolves and tigers poised to prey on it - Wang Ts'an "Seven Sorrows" transl. by Burton Watson

Slope and embankment in deepening gloom - Wang Ts'an "Seven Sorrows" transl. by Burton Watson

Echoes wake from the roaring torrents - Wang Ts'an "Seven Sorrows" transl. by Burton Watson

On a journey that has no end - Wang Ts'an "Seven Sorrows" transl. by Burton Watson

Monkeys peer down from the cliffs and cry - Wang Ts'an "Seven Sorrows" transl. by Burton Watson

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Bundling thorns for kindling - Wei Ying-wu "Sent to the Taoist Holy Man of Ch'uan-chiao" transl. by Burton Watson

Coming home to cook white stones - Wei Ying-wu "Sent to the Taoist Holy Man of Ch'uan-chiao" transl. by Burton Watson

Last year among the flowers - Wei Ying-wu "To Send to Li Tan and Yuan Hsi" transl. by Burton Watson

Ashamed to draw my pay - Wei Ying-wu "To Send to Li Tan and Yuan Hsi" transl. by Burton Watson

Yellow warblers in the deep trees singing - Wei Ying-wu "West Creek at Ch'u-chou" transl. by Burton Watson

Spring tides robed in rain - Wei Ying-wu "West Creek at Ch'u-chou" transl. by Burton Watson

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Said goodbye to your forty times - The Cyborg Jillian Weise "Goodbyes"

The first wave was an accident - The Cyborg Jillian Weise "Goodbyes"

So every day starts with you - The Cyborg Jillian Weise "I Want Your Fax"

Everyone knows the default mode - The Cyborg Jillian Weise "Nondisabled Demands"

Rope you to the podium and ask - The Cyborg Jillian Weise "Nondisabled Demands"

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For blood and wine are red - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

A casque of scorching steel - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Rob the prison of its prey - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Through a little roof of glass - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Set a lock upon his lips - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

The troubled plumes of midnight - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Through a fen of filthy darkness grope - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

And Horror stalked before each man - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

The shard, the pebble, and the flint - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Nor does Terror walk at noon - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Pity's long-broken urn - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

And outcasts always mourn - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Built with bricks of shame - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

And the Warder is Despair - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Walks wild-eyed and cries to Time - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Like asp with adder fight - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Eaten by teeth of flame - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Linnet in the wild-rose brake - Oscar Wilde "La Bella Donna della Mia Mente"

The tired daffodil has closed its gilded doors - Oscar Wilde "Endymion"

Gentle violets weeping with the dew - Oscar Wilde "The Grave of Keats"

The little night-owl make her throne - Oscar Wilde "The Grave of Shelley"

Great mother of eternal sleep - Oscar Wilde "The Grave of Shelley"

Never a breeze scatters the thistledown - Oscar Wilde "Her Voice"

Some outward voyaging argosy - Oscar Wilde "Her Voice"

Whose crimson roses burst his frost - Oscar Wilde "Her Voice"

Lips of flame and heart of stone - Oscar Wilde "Impression du Matin"

Burned like a heated opal through air - Oscar Wilde "Impression du Voyage"

Overheard the curlews cry - Oscar Wilde "Impressions"

Deep silence where the shadows cease - Oscar Wilde "Impressions"

Moonstruck with music and madness - Oscar Wilde "In the Forest"

When the waves show their teeth - Oscar Wilde "In the Gold Room"

On the burnished disk of the marigold - Oscar Wilde "In the Gold Room"

The gloom of the jealous night - Oscar Wilde "In the Gold Room"

The bleeding wounds of the pomegranate - Oscar Wilde "In the Gold Room"

With the gold of the flower of March - Oscar Wilde "Magdalen Walks"

And Ruin draws the curtains - Oscar Wilde "My Voice"

Lyre, or lute, or subtle spell - Oscar Wilde "My Voice"

Music prisoned in her cave - Oscar Wilde "The New Remorse"

In the withered hollow of this land - Oscar Wilde "The New Remorse"

Break the crystal of a poet's heart - Oscar Wilde "On the Sale By Auction of Keats' Love Letters"

The letters which Endymion wrote - Oscar Wilde "On the Sale by Auction of Keats' Love Letters"

And give my rage a brother - Oscar Wilde "Sonnet to Liberty"

Mirror my wildest passions - Oscar Wilde "Sonnet to Liberty"

Hears the wild dogs at the gate - Oscar Wilde "Theocritus"

Where Amaryllis lies in state - Oscar Wilde "Theocritus"

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Enchanting scenes of young delight - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Her frantic voice awakes the storms - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Have borne the deep complaints of woe - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

A tear for keener anguish shed - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Pensive round his sable shrine - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

A sister calls the western gale - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

The lost hero's early tomb - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Horrors that reject the day - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Hide the sabre's hideous glare - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Enchanting visions sooth my sight - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Where symmetry sheds perfect grace - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Draws a charm that leads the heart - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

And bursts the system's distant bound - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Majestic in its ample sphere - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Till angels wrap the spheres in fire - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

Chaos mounted on the wasting flame - Helen Maria Williams "An Ode on the Peace"

No riches from his scanty store - Helen Maria Williams "A Song"

Whose melody the heart obeys - Helen Maria Williams "Sonnet, To Mrs. Bates"

Soften the declining day - Helen Maria Williams "Sonnet, To Twilight"

To deck her shrine with bays - Helen Maria Williams "To Sensibility"

No cold exemption - Helen Maria Williams "To Sensibility"

Or sink where anguish dwells - Helen Maria Williams "To Sensibility"

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Under a cloud of red, stolen feathers - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

My strong strategy for the future dystopia - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

The last of the nation's orphaned goats - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

What the FBI already downloaded - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

Jasmine tea miraculously appears - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

In which I escape to the Minnesota lakes - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

My sense of humor is the webbed feet - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

Arguments no one started - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"

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To descry each bright realm - John Wright "An Autumnal Cloud"

And drink of bliss my fill - John Wright "An Autumnal Cloud"

With rising rainbows wreathed - John Wright "An Autumnal Cloud"

As he would invade the sky - John Wright "An Autumnal Cloud"

In rapture's wildest mood - John Wright "The Maiden Fair"

To feed my fond despair - John Wright "The Maiden Fair"

Fleeting as wind and the dews - John Wright "The Old Blighted Thorn"

Proud bird of the shore - John Wright "The Wrecked Mariner"

With lone and lingering wail - John Wright "The Wrecked Mariner"

Bear the last trickling tear-drop - John Wright "The Wrecked Mariner"

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The grave your magic sets - Humbert Wolfe "An Accusation"

Reaping gold apples of the storm - Humbert Wolfe "Apples"

Trailing to harvest home the lost Hesperides - Humbert Wolfe "Apples"

The gates that guard the river breaking - Humbert Wolfe "Apples"

Annul the blinding gesture of the sword - Humbert Wolfe "Apples"

And ghosts of rapture in a ghost of heaven - Humbert Wolfe "Apples"

Know again the tune of dawn - Humbert Wolfe "At Noontide Seeking"

That first warm rain that melts the heart of earth - Humbert Wolfe "Balder's Song"

Bear the spring's reiterated urgencies - Humbert Wolfe "Balder's Song"

Have with the wind my litanies renewed - Humbert Wolfe "Balder's Song"

That from Valhalla brings the Paladins - Humbert Wolfe "Balder's Song"

The fierce queen who with a serpent died - Humbert Wolfe "Caesar and Anthony"

Watching the menial clouds of conquered day - Humbert Wolfe "Caesar and Anthony"

The cold triumphant ending of the sun - Humbert Wolfe "Caesar and Anthony"

In her courts Apollo lose the art of immortality - Humbert Wolfe "Cambridge"

A part of greater beauties than inform your heart - Humbert Wolfe "Cambridge"

What bird is singing in the dawn - Humbert Wolfe "Cleopatra"

When Queen Ashtaroth beat at her lamp and fell - Humbert Wolfe "Columbine"

The swoon of love that soars in fire to fall - Humbert Wolfe "Columbine"

For this Priam's great city of Troy was sacrificed - Humbert Wolfe "Columbine"

Comes like the swallow and flies as soon - Humbert Wolfe "Columbine"

His fiddle to the moon with notes like stars - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

My throne is empty in Babylon - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

And each of them walks by night alone - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

Afraid of some forgotten ghost awakening - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

Crying on the string of what was lost - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

And the merciless laughter of the moon pursues - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

And all the stars are gone in Babylon - Humbert Wolfe "The Crowder's Tune"

A martyr-cloud with halo dipped in gold - Humbert Wolfe "The Dancers"

Whose leaves have shivered in our dreams - Humbert Wolfe "The Dancers"

Thin, cruelly swift, victorious Harlequin - Humbert Wolfe "The Dancers"

Bend gravely and resume their silences - Humbert Wolfe "The Dancers"

Done with wearing gold words upon my heart - Humbert Wolfe "Dedication [for Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton]"

And later men appraise me in the quarrels of poets - Humbert Wolfe "Dedication [for Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton]"

Now in the hush of the heart - Humbert Wolfe "The Drift of the Lute"

Nor reaping summer's fulfillment - Humbert Wolfe "The Drift of the Lute"

When the flag is shaken free - Humbert Wolfe "England"

Beyond the wrecked armadas - Humbert Wolfe "England"

How deep behind burned the blossoms of the mind - Humbert Wolfe "Envoi [for Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton]"

No one watched the years go by - Humbert Wolfe "Envoi [for Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton]"

For stalking what was never there - Humbert Wolfe "February 14"

What blooms on airy precipices grow - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

Where their stems spangle the universe with diadems - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

Icarus, drowning upwards through the sky - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

With air that closes underneath my feet - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

With the powdered stars will walk and pass - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

Mix with the silver trumpets of the moon - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

Clean outrun the golden diapason of the sun - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

I'll not be mocked by curlews - Humbert Wolfe "The First Airman"

These with the singing lark conspire - Humbert Wolfe "France"

Reverse the errors of Versailles - Humbert Wolfe "France"

A door to dreams, a little road to heaven - Humbert Wolfe "Gabriel"

Valhalla's sentence thus pronounced - Humbert Wolfe "The Gods of the Copy-Book Headings: A Reply"

The children of men's dreams - Humbert Wolfe "The Gods of the Copy-Book Headings: A Reply"

Fabric of mankind's tears - Humbert Wolfe "The Gods of the Copy-Book Headings: A Reply"

That half the world has haunted - Humbert Wolfe "The Gods of the Copy-Book Headings: A Reply"

Drown the vaster voice of rapture or of Hell - Humbert Wolfe "Heine's Last Song"

Too tender to be given or be lent - Humbert Wolfe "Heine's Last Song"

Drowning in the tresses of a darker Lorelei - Humbert Wolfe "Heine's Last Song"

Where death's raven marriage blossom falls - Humbert Wolfe "Heine's Last Song"

Mirror and dissipate the cloudy shapes of error - Humbert Wolfe "The Jungle"

Dawns that scatter like startled birds - Humbert Wolfe "The Jungle"

Seeking lucid speech in colonies of darkness - Humbert Wolfe "The Jungle"

Still the shapes of time and space and error move - Humbert Wolfe "The Jungle"

May adorn with deeper stain - Humbert Wolfe "Love and Beauty"

That ever on the lost seas of song were blown - Humbert Wolfe "Medusa"

The heart of Hyacinth laments the daylight - Humbert Wolfe "Medusa"

The bare and brown a pause between - Humbert Wolfe "Opals and Amber"

What Orpheus whistled for Eurydice - Humbert Wolfe "Orpheus"

In a vain longing for the further shore - Humbert Wolfe "Orpheus"

My candle died with love - Humbert Wolfe "Pierrot"

On the dream descending - Humbert Wolfe "The Reply"

When through the sculptured portal - Humbert Wolfe "The Reply"

Both are bound in the orb of one outrageous star - Humbert Wolfe "Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton"

Before the red star strikes again - Humbert Wolfe "Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton"
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No wind stirring on a soundless sea - Humbert Wolfe "The Sicilian Expedition"

And filled the empty caverns of the air - Humbert Wolfe "The Sicilian Expedition"

Past knowledge and past counting - Humbert Wolfe "The Sicilian Expedition"

If an injured god used his prerogative of anger - Humbert Wolfe "The Sicilian Expedition"

Because an image was in malice broken - Humbert Wolfe "The Sicilian Expedition"

Beautiful unsupported lies that simulate a universe - Humbert Wolfe "The Skies"

Before the senses harden - Humbert Wolfe "Sometimes When I Think of Love"

A perilous foot that treads the reeds - Humbert Wolfe "Sometimes When I Think of Love"

Old at the birth of the river - Humbert Wolfe "Sometimes When I Think of Love"

To take half the storm - Humbert Wolfe "Sometimes When I Think of Love"

A moment spent with love - Humbert Wolfe "The Trembling Brim"

Sang in the house the litany of Zeus - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: I. Pheidias"

The whole frame of the celestial firmament - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

The moon upon her silent spindle - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

All the velvet warp to silver kindle - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

Lit with this wonder of the moon and star - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

Broken images of patterns laid-up in heaven - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

And smiling laid his cup of hemlock down - Humbert Wolfe "The Unknown God: II. Paul"

Since no years can harden - Humbert Wolfe "V.D.F. (Ave atque Vale.)"

When holy twilight reaches the sleeping cedar - Humbert Wolfe "V.D.F. (Ave atque Vale.)"

When for us the stars go down - Humbert Wolfe "V.D.F. (Ave atque Vale.)"

The call of the perilous margins - Humbert Wolfe "The Well"

Unimagined graces from an unimagined June - Humbert Wolfe "Wheels 1919"

That old magic was Astarte's - Humbert Wolfe "Wheels 1919"

Dance where the shadows and music be - Humbert Wolfe "The Wind"

As the thrush once waited for childhood's end - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

That have no traffic with the violet and primrose - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

The purple flowers of Dis burn their young foreheads - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

Who find a different end and different haven - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

Where the hooded crow is waiting with the raven - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

While the devils beat the warlike drum - Humbert Wolfe "THE WOODCUTTERS OF HÜTTELDORF"

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Before the next season consumes them - T.D. Walker "Iris"

A blur behind the sharpness of irises, waiting - T.D. Walker "Iris"

Seeded me with a rock your father caught - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

In light angled by your mother's anger - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

Sunrise on some ancient summer solstice - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

Give you each point of fissure and break - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

A process of depletion, return, depletion - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

Only useful if you already know true north - T.D. Walker "The Lunar Colony AI Begins to Build a Monument to the Programmer's Father"

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No feud of family could stand against - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: ii) Godzilla in Shakespeare"

Could go nowhere that required a street - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: ii) Godzilla in Shakespeare"

Sheltered Lear on the blasted heath - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: ii) Godzilla in Shakespeare"

And lurked before the walls of Elsinore - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: ii) Godzilla in Shakespeare"

Bids everyone to weep for Baldur - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: iii) Godzilla Weeps for Baldur"

And left her sitting weeping by the shore - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: iii) Godzilla Weeps for Baldur"

One destiny to perish over all - Jo Walton "The Godzilla Sonnets: v) Godzilla at Colonos"

Bring the light clasped round you - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

That you'd come cloaked in light - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

Dazzled by my own delight - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

The dust of Hell lies round our feet - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

And I remain alone among the dead - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

Bound you with pomegranates - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

Bribed you with architecture - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

As they glide off up to Lethe - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

New dawns beyond Hell's night - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"

Practicing petty accomplishments - Jo Walton "Jane Austen Among the Women"

That a story is open to answers - Jo Walton "Nemi"

That a question is open to lies - Jo Walton "Nemi"

The distance that time cannot challenge - Jo Walton "Nemi"

And lies keep you turning to follow - Jo Walton "Nemi"

Who was the shadow and who was the sunlight - Jo Walton "Nemi"

The ask and the offer in garlanded time - Jo Walton "Nemi"

The trees and the breath of divine - Jo Walton "Nemi"

Other nights we use just our names - Jo Walton "When We Were Robots in Egypt"

Our tasks without chance of resting - Jo Walton "When We Were Robots in Egypt"

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We order drinks mixed into nebulas - Eric Wang "I Roll Up to the Club in a Gundam"

Space debris to origami into cute animals - Eric Wang "I Roll Up to the Club in a Gundam"

The constellation we make with each other - Eric Wang "I Roll Up to the Club in a Gundam"

Our presence at the point of each departure - Eric Wang "I Roll Up to the Club in a Gundam"

The hymn that resides in our silence - Eric Wang "I Roll Up to the Club in a Gundam"

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Our island sang four chanteys - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"

Seven tides graced our lee shore - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"

And new tides sweep the sand - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"

Emptied houses turned shuttered eyes to the sea - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"

A schoolhouse filled with dust - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"

Watched from widow's walks worn thin - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"

As hope sunk below the waterline - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"

Stayed to keep the ghost watch - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"

Unraveled the silence of loss - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"

Stitched the island quiet - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"

A rough machine of brass and wood - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Neap"

Pulled at the island's fallow gardens - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Smoke"

A gull made of bone and cloth - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"

Children plucked each treasure - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"

Licked a bloodied paw with a nettle tongue - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"

Hung his ghost like a sheet from a mast - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Bone"

They stitch joy to sorrow - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Spring"

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The startling symmetry of his reflection - Keith S. Wilson "Book of Horses"

Faster than the breath's steady luggage - Keith S. Wilson "Book of Horses"

Striving to be a better astronaut - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

I still dream of coming back to you - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Over the crumpled bodies of laundry - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Inspiration is the deadliest radiation - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

No obstructions but the radiant nothingness - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Gods deadened by the weight of waiting - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

To better sense your latitudes - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

See the corona of your face - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Dragons and the noble songs of sirens - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Who else will sew you in the stars? - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Who better knows your gravity - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

To bring you back a ring from Saturn - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Against the boundless curb of light - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Time takes almost everything away - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"

Tracing a pigeon's god to Abraham - Keith S. Wilson "I Find Myself Defending Pigeons"

The revolution of wheel to sky - Keith S. Wilson "I Find Myself Defending Pigeons"

My eyes are the backs of moons - Keith S. Wilson "Impression of a Rib"

God upon a crimson wave - Keith S. Wilson "Impression of a Rib"

The sky is petty enough without us pestering it - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

Under an orange rind you'll rustle up a star - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

Betelgeuse is a hell of a way to spend a night - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

Better a cluster of stars than another bad sleep - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

And catch the light of the right star - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

And call attention to nothing - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

I've become a hard star out of focus - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

To curse a foe with darkest ink - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

The galaxy as a fable of spilled milk - Keith S. Wilson "there aren't enough idioms about the stars"

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Archaeologists in quest of ruins - Adolf Wolff "Aphrodite"

For but a bowl of vinegar and gall - Adolf Wolff "The Artists"

Rejoice to give them honey - Adolf Wolff "The Artists"

What ravens were unto a prophet once - Adolf Wolff "The Artists"

Life's rugged road of thorns - Adolf Wolff "The Artists"

Third cousin to the gold-fish - Adolf Wolff "The Babe"

A solitary tree titanic and contorted - Adolf Wolff "Byron"

The miser's fingers on his gold - Adolf Wolff "Byron"

Under the concerted stare of stars - Adolf Wolff "Byron"

Fickle lover of a fickle moon - Adolf Wolff "Byron"

The joy of absolute abandon - Adolf Wolff "The Call of Sex"

The ecstatic and the harrowing - Adolf Wolff "The Call of Sex"

Infecting me with poison - Adolf Wolff "The Call of Sex"

Give me the death of Tristan and Isolde - Adolf Wolff "The Call of Sex"

Regal amplitude of tropic zones - Adolf Wolff "Chiaroscuro"

To taste in this paradise of jet - Adolf Wolff "Chiaroscuro"

All the rising flames of hope - Adolf Wolff "The Cloud"

My honey is not always sweet - Adolf Wolff "Confidences"

Because the flowers of life are bitter - Adolf Wolff "Confidences"

To sing of pink-hued vapors - Adolf Wolff "Excuse Me, Muse"

Holding converse with pale lunar light - Adolf Wolff "Excuse Me, Muse"

A mighty junk-heap rising high - Adolf Wolff "The Great Discard"

Cadence, measure, rest, inflection - Adolf Wolff "Immortality"

Within the mansion of my memory - Adolf Wolff "In Memoriam"

Burn for them the incense of my thoughts - Adolf Wolff "In Memoriam"

The pallid candles of my vain regrets - Adolf Wolff "In Memoriam"

Make rats and spiders my associates - Adolf Wolff "The Liberty I Loathe"

Embodiment in plastic form - Adolf Wolff "The Liberty I Loathe"

As an astronomer looks at the star-filled sky - Adolf Wolff "Lines Inspired on Meeting a Lady: To A. L."

Give the light and warmth to solar systems - Adolf Wolff "Lines Inspired on Meeting a Lady: To A. L."

The comets, cosmic vagabonds - Adolf Wolff "Lines Inspired on Meeting a Lady: To A. L."

The appearance of a new-found star - Adolf Wolff "Lines Inspired on Meeting a Lady: To A. L."

On the threshold of a mystery - Adolf Wolff "Lines Inspired on Meeting a Lady: To A. L."

In their possession only dust - Adolf Wolff "Misers"

In spirit also marching by - Adolf Wolff "On Seeing the Garment Strikers March"

A rehearsal for the Exodus - Adolf Wolff "On Seeing the Garment Strikers March"

Crossing the Red Sea of Revolution - Adolf Wolff "On Seeing the Garment Strikers March"

Made of chemicals and death - Adolf Wolff "Optimism"

The sap that love distills to joy - Adolf Wolff "Optimism"

As the vermin shunning light - Adolf Wolff "Our Lady of Infinite Mercy"

The disinherited of joy - Adolf Wolff "Our Lady of Infinite Mercy"

Sought the shrine of Eros - Adolf Wolff "A Pagan's Prayer"

That hugs me with a thousand waves - Adolf Wolff "Questionings"

Startling as the Colossus of Rhodes - Adolf Wolff "The Sculptor's Rhapsody"

Dripping with celestial splendour - Adolf Wolff "Shelley"

With love in silence shrined - Adolf Wolff "To a Friend"

Cling like vermin to the earth - Adolf Wolff "The Toilers"

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Entered eternity as ash - Matthew Wimberley "The Celebrated Colors of the Local Sunsets"

The one end I know complete - Matthew Wimberley "The Celebrated Colors of the Local Sunsets"

Like overwintered wasps plotting assassinations - Matthew Wimberley "The Celebrated Colors of the Local Sunsets"

Imagined for this page - Matthew Wimberley "The Celebrated Colors of the Local Sunsets"

To be starlight in spring - Matthew Wimberley "Materials for a Gravestone Rubbing"

Alleys overgrown with briars - Matthew Wimberley "Materials for a Gravestone Rubbing"

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The lake that burns with brimstone - Isaac Watts "Against Lying"

A book of reckoning keeps - Isaac Watts "Against Lying"

Boast in the sad marks of glory lost - Isaac Watts "Against Pride in Clothes"

Manage their work in such regular forms - Isaac Watts "The Ant, or Emmet"

The foresaw all the frosts and the storms - Isaac Watts "The Ant, or Emmet"

Nor provide against dangers in time - Isaac Watts "The Ant, or Emmet"

Telling wonders from the sky - Isaac Watts "A Cradle Hymn"

None but a madman will fling about fire - Isaac Watts "Innocent Play"

His hours without number - Isaac Watts "The Sluggard"

The thistle grew broader and higher - Isaac Watts "The Sluggard"

Rising in brighter array - Isaac Watts "Summer's Evening"

By such tricks to hope for gain - Isaac Watts "The Thief"

Though we fancy none can spy - Isaac Watts "The Thief"

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The echoless feet of the Hours - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Tempest-fires and surging storm - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Fearful herald of the wrath - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

That blazes on the Whirlwind's path - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

By demon-hands in warning shaken - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Brought by an unrepented deed - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

In its fiercest aching know - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Would feed on brighter flowers - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

The outside pillar of your world - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Within the secret caves of Mind - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Unfaded too its crimson brands - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Tides of flame and darkness - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

The deadly spider weave his pall - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Midnight hymn from chords of gold - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

That strikes the mystic march of Time - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

The iron tomb dissolve its spell - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Leave the heart an unlit sea - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Piloted by dark despair - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Pure lamp on hermit's shrine - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

Rainbows curled on buried storms - Wm. Wallace "Perditi"

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Where the wind stands straight - Edith Weaver "Lost Cinderella"

Counting a spoil of screaming bone - Edith Weaver "Lost Cinderella"

A council of solemn dolls who try you - Edith Weaver "Lost Cinderella"

Crouch in a corner of the nightmare - Edith Weaver "Lost Cinderella"

Have bartered your flickering dance for sorrow - Edith Weaver "Lost Cinderella"

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Bent on acts of malice - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

Give subtle grace to frescoed ceilings - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

Mosaics which have crumbled out of place - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

Just faction politics, and nothing more - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

The frames are edged with lichen - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

No one could detain legitimate cargo - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

Emissaries drawn from near and far - Bree Wernicke "A Tour of the Blue Palace"

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A wound made of fire opening in the sky - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

Already a falling of frogs has begun - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

The dead are beginning to walk again - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

Leaving behind nameless voids - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

Unless you want the wrath of their light - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

In this kitchen that I never knew was infinite - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

Made of smokeless flame and shadowless light - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

My body diffusing into metaphysical residue - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"

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Built a Disneyland of yellow brick - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Modern and old elements stacked together - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

A giant cubist mosaic of their prophet - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Angles and colors and design - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Little roads closed to the public - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Under oak trees and watchful eyes of wizards - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

A jarring shard of reality to be spat out - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Drink what they offer you and become it - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

Healing slowly in its shadow - Michelle Wirth "Campus"

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Do not forget your crimson cloak - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

And pick the sun out of the sky - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

Prowl the woods to find your wolf - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

Which shouts its tomb-like silence - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

Thin blades you sharpen in the gloaming - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

Let your song rise on twisted breezes - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

Kill the thing which haunts you - G.E. Woods "How to Skin Your Wolf"

The crumbling signs of material wealth - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Fissures around points of contact - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Final attempt at oxygen exchange - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

The color of their planet's birthright - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

What we might find in the beyond - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

When it birthed itself alive - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Had never been the empty dark - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

The bright filled us so deep and long - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Nightlights going unused in the swinging forests - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Afraid to even hold the memory of light - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

The dark doesn't notice you - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

Immediate burn upon discovery of ghosts - G.E. Woods "Items Collected from Discarded Planet 5X.73: Terra"

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The tiny orbs of our own truth - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

Had trillions of little arcs - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

The swirls in a thick soup - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

Let sugar snow on my mitten - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

Inside it whispers candlesmoke - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

A line of melody sings soprano - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

How far along the twisting river - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Canoe"

Let the lamb wake in the dawn - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Dry the damp on the horse's mane - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Bend light into new angles - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Line up brooms with triangle skirts - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Our long rope of broken treaties - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Holes"

Truth has its own tough memory - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Holes"

Thousands of years shimmer in the mist - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

A geometry of disparate shapes - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Meet in perfect symmetry at the corners - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Moss gentles my broken stones - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Moved like gray ghosts into the port - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Lake Lessons"

To have the right tools at hand - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Lake Lessons"

As bobbing buoys in a heavy sea - Judy Patterson Wenzel "My Father Taught Me to See Ghosts"

Dark trees reaching for far stars - Judy Patterson Wenzel "New Found Land"

To scrape off the layers of history - Judy Patterson Wenzel "New Found Land"

Must find a fistful of courage - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Rectangles"

Hoarfrost sliding its palms across fields - Judy Patterson Wenzel "School Nights at the Farm"

The spark of sun on sea and snow - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Seashell"

Sharp spines worn smooth by wind - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Seashell"

A heart sewn silent - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Their three-cornered, fearful symmetry - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Triangles painted by pain - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Beat back the wild beasts of grief - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Then, They Came"

The feverfew my grandmother grew - Judy Patterson Wenzel "'Twas a Beautiful Day"

Out on the edge of the world - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"

Stands alone in its iron-red power - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"

Whose notes still braid and weave - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Venezia"

Clink against cups of remembered courage - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"

Spoons dip up the sugars of youth - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"

Under a shawl of stars - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"

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Squeezing twenty elephants into a china cup - Allan Wolf "Black Hole"

My cosmic feast has just begun - Allan Wolf "Black Hole"

My heartbeat and the hands of time - Allan Wolf "The Day the Universe Exploded My Head"

Your mother and cradle - Allan Wolf "Earth: Your Mother I'll Be"

A drink and a dry place to stand - Allan Wolf "Earth: Your Mother I'll Be"

Barely a baby in universe years - Allan Wolf "Earth: Your Mother I'll Be"

To rise among the angels and survive - Allan Wolf "For Those Who Light the Candle"

With each success, a thousand futile tries - Allan Wolf "For Those Who Light the Candle"

A cost to every prize - Allan Wolf "For Those Who Light the Candle"

Physics is our business - Allan Wolf "Going the Distance"

Seven times around the world - Allan Wolf "Going the Distance"

Ten parts bark and no parts bite - Allan Wolf "Mars: A Martian Sonnet"

My axis barely tilts at all - Allan Wolf "Mercury: Given to Extremes"

My days are four times boiling hot - Allan Wolf "Mercury: Given to Extremes"

To satisfy your lunar appetite - Allan Wolf "A Moon Buffet"

Fourteen faithful moons to call your own - Allan Wolf "The Moons of Neptune: Roses Are Red, Neptune is Blue"

The secret's in the extra ice - Allan Wolf "Saturn: And the Winner for Best Wardrobe Is..."

Children of the comet's tail - Allan Wolf "Shooting Stars: Perseid Meteor Shower"

Left lingering in Mother's trail - Allan Wolf "Shooting Stars: Perseid Meteor Shower"

Spare specks of dust - Allan Wolf "Shooting Stars: Perseid Meteor Shower"

The solar system's burning heart - Allan Wolf "The Sun: A Solar Sunnet, er, Sonnet"

On our spherical, miracle merry-go-round - Allan Wolf "The Sun Did Not Go Down Today"

Mysteries and puzzles all throughout - Allan Wolf "Uranus: The Planet Behind the Blue-Green Mask"

Diamonds in a pressure-cooker sky - Allan Wolf "Uranus: The Planet Behind the Blue-Green Mask"

A polished pearl of light above - Allan Wolf "Venus: Come Live with Me and Be My Lunch"

My gown is a poisonous shimmering cloud - Allan Wolf "Venus: Come Live with Me and Be My Lunch"

Nine hundred degrees of nonstop night - Allan Wolf "Venus: Come Live with Me and Be My Lunch"

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And all the promise the year could bring - W.P.W. "Love's Seasons" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.149--v.III, 6 Nov. 1886]

Grew in my heart to its full fruition - W.P.W. "Love's Seasons" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.149--v.III, 6 Nov. 1886]

When Autumn lavished her gifts untold - W.P.W. "Love's Seasons" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.149--v.III, 6 Nov. 1886]

Answered earth's myriad-voiced petition - W.P.W. "Love's Seasons" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.149--v.III, 6 Nov. 1886]

My soul awaken at Hope's glad summons - W.P.W. "Love's Seasons" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Art, 5th series, no.149--v.III, 6 Nov. 1886]

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Witch and troll and second sight - John Greenleaf Whittier "Abram Morrison"

All his words have perished - John Greenleaf Whittier "Abram Morrison"

Foul of mouth and evil-eyed - John Greenleaf Whittier "Barclay of Ury"

Hard to learn forgiving - John Greenleaf Whittier "Barclay of Ury"

Clothe the waste with dreams of grain - John Greenleaf Whittier "Barclay of Ury"

Paint the golden morrow - John Greenleaf Whittier "Barclay of Ury"

The beaver cut his timber with patient teeth - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

With a pan of coals on either hand - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Tales that haunt the Brocken and whisper down the Rhine - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Down on the sharp-horned ledges - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

The painted woods are laughing at the faces sour and sad - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

One hand on the mason's trowel - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

The breath of vineyards, of apples and nuts and wine - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

And bring back the swarming bees - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

All the virtues of herbs and metals - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

From a fragment of mystic moonstone - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

And he counted the long years coming - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

And the peaches had stolen blushes - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

The gorgeous blossoms of the garden's tropic heart - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Where the wizard's moonstone sank - John Greenleaf Whittier (uncredited) "Cobbler Keezar's Vision" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

Spread a scanty board too late - John Greenleaf Whittier "Greeting"

The riddles solved, the ills outgrown - John Greenleaf Whittier "Greeting"

The wine of consolation pressed from sorrows - John Greenleaf Whittier "A Legacy"

Grieve not with the moaning wind - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

Old, harsh voices of debate - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

The spirit's temper grows too soft - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

Who braved the polar frost - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

Pleasant songs in idle years - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

If the eye must fail of light - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

Down these slopes of sunset lead - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Birthday"

In golden haze melt down the amber sky - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Psalm" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

Mourn no more my vanished years - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Psalm" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

On woods that dream of bloom - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Triumph"

The aster-flower is failing - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Triumph"

The hazel's gold is paling - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Triumph"

My wish that failed of act - John Greenleaf Whittier "My Triumph"

Gifts well used and duty done - John Greenleaf Whittier "A Name"

Halting footsteps seek and find - John Greenleaf Whittier "A Name"

The poisem of heart and mind - John Greenleaf Whittier "A Name"

Must learn the taste of truth - John Greenleaf Whittier "A Name"

Pipes of the misty moorlands - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

Voice of the glens and hills - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

The droning of the torrents - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

The treble of the rills - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

Sharp and shrill as swords at strife - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

Stinging all the air to life - John Greenleaf Whittier "The Pipes at Lucknow"

An April rain of smiles - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Lay aside the toiling oar - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Blow through the autumn morn - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Shall wear their robes of praise - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Melt down the amber sky - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

All the jarring notes of life - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Slow rounding into calm - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

And all the windows of my heart - John Greenleaf Whittier "Psalms"

Saw the sombre crow flap by - John Greenleaf Whittier "Red Riding-Hood"

The hawk's grey fleck along the sky - John Greenleaf Whittier "Red Riding-Hood"

The crested blue-jay flitting swift - John Greenleaf Whittier "Red Riding-Hood"

Word and work irrevocably done - John Greenleaf Whittier "Response"

The finer grace of unfulfilled designs - John Greenleaf Whittier "Response"

A sadder light than waning moon - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Slow tracing down the thickening sky - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Mute and ominous prophecy - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Upon the scaffold's pole of birch - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

With lines of Nature's geometric signs - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

A universe of sky and snow - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Walled and overlaid with dazzling crystal - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Of rare Aladdin's wondrous cave - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Egypt's Amun roused from sleep - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Over woods of snow-hung oak - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Shrieking of the mindless wind - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Ghostly finger-tips of sleet - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Radiant with a mimic flame - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Transfigured in the silver flood - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Content to let the north-wind roar - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Nuts from brown October's wood - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

In the sun they cast no shade - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

With spoons of clam-shell - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

And idle lay the useless oars - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The gray wizard's conjuring-book - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Heard the hawks at twilight play - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The loon's weird laughter far away - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Climbed to shake the ripe nuts down - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The ducks' black squadron anchored lay - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

A school of porpoise flashed in view - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Read the clouds as prophecies - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The tales the sparrows told - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Strong only on his native ground - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

How the eagle's eggs he got - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

From ripening corn the pigeons flew - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The muskrat plied the mason's trade - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Homespun warp of circumstance - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

A golden woof-thread of circumstance - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Rest from all bitter thoughts - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The moonlit skater's keen delight - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Rought accompaniment of blind-man's-buff - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

'Twixt Yankee pedlers and old gods - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

And hostage from the future took - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

All chains from limb and spirit strike - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The honeyed music of her tongue - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

In thought and act, in soul and sense - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Against the challenge of her knock - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Startling on her desert throne - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Hope each day renewed and fresh - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

What threads the fatal sisters spun - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Forged her cruel chain of moods - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Water of tears with oil of joy - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Perversities of flower and fruit - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The tangled skein of will and fate - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Between choice and Providence - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Divide the circle of events - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

In the summer-land of dreams - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The charm with Eden never lost - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

And melt not in an acid sect - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

In panoramic length unrolled - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The chill embargo of the snow - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The weird palimpsest old and vast - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The monographs of outlived years - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

With the white amaranths underneath - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

The restless sands' incessant fall - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

And duty keeping pace with all - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"

Between its flood-torn shores - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

The dull axe Time is wielding - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

Scared the river eels and perches - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

Every sober clam below her - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

Shut his rusty valves the tighter - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

The maples leaned to screen her - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

Under sealed orders going - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

Snag and fall and siren-haunted islet - John Greenleaf Whittier "Voyage of the Jettie"

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Because I am unable to forgive - Simone White "the intimacies of what will be called our sacred alliance without history"

Have the same quality for warring - Simone White "the intimacies of what will be called our sacred alliance without history"

The soldier I was raised to be - Simone White "the intimacies of what will be called our sacred alliance without history"

The root business between us - Simone White "the intimacies of what will be called our sacred alliance without history"

Unwillingness to forgive surrounding terrors - Simone White "the intimacies of what will be called our sacred alliance without history"

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Stony face with bulldog jaws - Diane Wakoski "The Photos"

From this harvest part of our lives - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

A Minerva woman of herbs and salsas - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

Hellebore, trumpet vines and heirloom tomatoes - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

From the corner of my indolent eye - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

Fastidious as a pharmacist weighing crystals - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

Planted in the hull of twilight conversation - Diane Wakoski "Snowy Owl Goddess"

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A museum erected out of paper-mache - Brad Walrond "Calculus I, II, III"

Rooms full of master's Egos - Brad Walrond "Calculus I, II, III"

Evidence contrary to belief - Brad Walrond "Calculus I, II, III"

Washed brains don't rinse so simple - Brad Walrond "Calculus I, II, III"

Learn their limits without degrees - Brad Walrond "Calculus I, II, III"

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Stitching the afternoon together - Rosanna Warren "Boletus"

Crickets relentlessly repair - Rosanna Warren "Boletus"

Yellowed messages sailing down - Rosanna Warren "Boletus"

Clawing its very idea to shreds - Rosanna Warren "Boletus"

From her right the rain - Rosanna Warren "Fugue, Harpsichord"

Moves my time into her timing - Rosanna Warren "Fugue, Harpsichord"

Far beyond her dying - Rosanna Warren "Fugue, Harpsichord"

A bloodied mosquito on your brow - Rosanna Warren "Man in Stream"

You who trespass in his world - Rosanna Warren "Man in Stream"

Whistle vespers to the wood thrush - Rosanna Warren "Man in Stream"

Trace flame-flicker in the grain of yellow birch - Rosanna Warren "Man in Stream"

Wanted a day with cracks - Rosanna Warren "Man in Stream"

Played against olive and smoky lime - Rosanna Warren "Muse Not Muse"

Most visible in the empty room - Rosanna Warren "Muse Not Muse"

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He even fled a cloud - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

Violence passing close like a storm - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

A storm cloud insisting rain - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

As a laser reads his tone - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

Sweet prismatic splinter and swing - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

Alone in a rented chamber - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

Clarifying like butter over flame - Joshua Weiner "Art Pepper"

As we are inside nowhere - Joshua Weiner "In the Event"

The ordinary opening beyond belief - Joshua Weiner "In the Event"

To a place without command - Joshua Weiner "In the Event"

Dream flowers drawn by moving veils - Joshua Weiner "In the Event"

A dog crunching bones for marrow - Joshua Weiner "Mongrel Death Blues"

The orchards of my future - Joshua Weiner "The Not-Yet Child"

To increase the coin buried inside yourself - Joshua Weiner "The Not-Yet Child"

Exchange it for an alien wealth - Joshua Weiner "The Not-Yet Child"

Public conquests of a private world - Joshua Weiner "The Not-Yet Child"

Both hearth and constellated trail of flicker - Joshua Weiner "Psalm"

Have always followed your word - Joshua Weiner "Psalm"

Mastered by fear of dark compulsions - Joshua Weiner "Psalm"

Longer than our physics might allow - Joshua Weiner "Psalm"

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An adder's grasp about its chords - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

The exulting demon who betrayed thee - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

A brother's curse will find him - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

By all our severed ties - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

That gives its world of azure - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

The old foot-bridge and the murmuring mill - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

The charm that bound my wild heart here - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby "The Brother's Lament"

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I send my heart across the years to you - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

Though time has triumphed - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

Bare the bough with aching chill - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

The trailing hem of laggard Spring - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

Birds that wander from a softer land - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

The drift and change of things - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

Sweetness lingers on time's yellowed page - Maurice Weyland "A Valentine"

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In a jacket of gold leaves drawn tight - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Drawn tight against the city wind - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Barbarian herds of steel and glass - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Ground zero for crowds of absence - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Beyond the brick toward choked stars - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Moons perched on dark spires - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

No morning on our minds - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

Each time a baobab drops a beetle - Adam Wiedewitsch "If Night You Were a City"

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To experience Wednesday twilight - John Wieners "au rive"

Stepped out of eternal dream - John Wieners "Billie"

To carry the weight of my life - John Wieners "Billie"

True illumination of the present instant - John Wieners "The blind see only this world/(A Christmas Card" [sic]

A career of washing lettuce - John Wieners "Charity Balls"

Over hills where famine flowers - John Wieners "For Huncke"

Saving none for tomorrow - John Wieners "For Huncke"

Dawn comes with empty arms - John Wieners "For Huncke"

And fell into that pit of the past - John Wieners "For Huncke"

With not even a cent in my pockets - John Wieners "For Huncke"

On the seventh night of the seventh moon - John Wieners "For Huncke"

A clank upon the gutter - John Wieners "Forthcoming"

A new guard at twilight - John Wieners "Forthcoming"

The glass key of a torch song - John Wieners "Forthcoming"

Despite obvious intentions - John Wieners "In Public"

Talked to spend desire - John Wieners "In Public"

The great divide of falsehood, hunger and last year - John Wieners "In Public"

Under the wheels of a strange car - John Wieners "A poem for tea heads"

Dancing dandelions and buttercups - John Wieners "Private Estate"

The wild tulip shall outlast the prison wall - John Wieners "Private Estate"

No matter what grows within - John Wieners "Private Estate"

The insistent urge of habit - John Wieners "Reading in Bed"

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The way water thinks about the desert - Elizabeth Willis "Ephemeral Stream"

A green eye taking in the storm - Elizabeth Willis "Ephemeral Stream"

Spend all night fighting off the morning - Elizabeth Willis "Ephemeral Stream"

The keys are on the dashboard - Elizabeth Willis "Ephemeral Stream"

Wake up from a long night of walking - Elizabeth Willis "The Steam Engine"

Doing battle with its inclination - Elizabeth Willis "The Steam Engine"

A little evanescent on the rim - Elizabeth Willis "The Steam Engine"

Overstayed our party in the heavenly city - Elizabeth Willis "The Steam Engine"

Filled a basket with crashing birds - Elizabeth Willis "The Steam Engine"

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Carving from the dark this difficult tree - Christian Wiman "Hard Night"

From the night and heart of me - Christian Wiman "Hard Night"

Fields wrinkle into rows of cotton - Christian Wiman "Hard Night"

A fling of crows disperses and is gone - Christian Wiman "Hard Night"

More often refuge than evidence - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

Comfort and covert for the flinching will - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

The bright abyss that opens in that word - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

The abstract oblivion of atoms - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

By standing where a world is ending - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

The pain scalding us toward each other - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

The dawn in which one bird believes - Christian Wiman "One Time 2: 2047 Grace Street"

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Since faith knows its way before hand - Baron Wormser "Anecdotes"

Under the beneficence of a minor spell - Baron Wormser "Anecdotes"

And peers into gorgeous nothingness - Baron Wormser "Anecdotes"

Nor does my soul need an audience - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

Built my life up from very shaky ground - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

Rises from a powerful well - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

A voice is the advent of spirit - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

During my haphazard childhood - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

Comes in a box with grievous dimensions - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

Their salvation is a machine of wrath - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

They break your back on hell - Baron Wormser "The Poetry of Life: Ten Stories [I rise before the sun does]"

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Piano keys in the back of my head - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

Playing through my mind - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

My head made of glass - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

My eyes are sore from seeing - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

Language drilled through ice - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

My mouth turning into snow - Allison Benis White "Description of Symptoms"

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How our pulses leaped and thrilled - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

That gild the battle's crimson tide - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Our gallant army in line of battle drawn - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

And roll upon our serried lines - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Now leaps a livid lightning up - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

A fearful diapason rends the arches of the skies - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Reeling before that fierce recoil - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

A thousand death-winged messengers - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Our lines bristle with burnished steel - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

The sulphurous clouds of war dyed red in lurid light - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

For treason's hydra head is crushed - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Harmodius' sword bright flashing through the gloom - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

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Call back the yearning which would follow - Mrs. E.R.B. Waldo "The Dead Child to its Mother" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

Where no moral grief can go - Mrs. E.R.B. Waldo "The Dead Child to its Mother" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

Let not my name still be a word of grief - Mrs. E.R.B. Waldo "The Dead Child to its Mother" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

Have bent my heart to their decree - Mrs. E.R.B. Waldo "Faith" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

My heart yield almost to despair - Mrs. E.R.B. Waldo "Faith" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]

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Preparing for the further steppes of feeling - John Moncure Wettarau "Alexis"

High on the shoulders of thinner air - John Moncure Wettarau "Bee Fantasy"

Six months to dismantle the dead rooms - John Moncure Wettarau "[Clouds booming over the washed woods]"

Narrow stones aligned to the east - John Moncure Wettarau "The Early Ones"

They will be first, brave against the day - John Moncure Wettarau "The Early Ones"

Once I was a Venetian with my last gold coin - John Moncure Wettarau "Every Moment"

Traveling the heart's way, alone, unsure - John Moncure Wettarau "[For Catherine, someday]"

Until the time to mingle with true hearts - John Moncure Wettarau "For Coyote"

Out of the numb exuberant wreckage of your days - John Moncure Wettarau "For Coyote"

Your final bow to the truth - John Moncure Wettarau "For Tamey"

Flick away on currents deep and proper - John Moncure Wettarau "41, in the Honolulu Public Library"

Early mist breaking on low tide - John Moncure Wettarau "Morning, Maine Honolulu"

The air, the light, the whole enormous chance - John Moncure Wettarau "Morning, Maine Honolulu"

Navy blue around a fake significance - John Moncure Wettarau "On Looking at a Mediocre Painting"

Leave the clanging cockroach cold behind - John Moncure Wettarau "On Looking at a Mediocre Painting"

Scattered to our separate lives - John Moncure Wettarau "On Looking at a Mediocre Painting"

Ancient intelligence asking a different question - John Moncure Wettarau "Peter's Answer"

Your cries will be clothes and flowers - John Moncure Wettarau "Rage's Place"

Flow and knuckle taken by poured bronze - John Moncure Wettarau "The Sculptor's Trade"

Hands dream as they fashion - John Moncure Wettarau "The Sculptor's Trade"

Find and shape what is not known until it's made - John Moncure Wettarau "The Sculptor's Trade"

One jet trail arching past Venus - John Moncure Wettarau "Talking to Myself"

Too big to find our way by song - John Moncure Wettarau "Too Big"

Illumination in the manner of Rembrandt - John Moncure Wettarau "Too Big"

Mozart's soprano stitches the heart together - John Moncure Wettarau "Wally's Poem"

Bent to making clumsy prayer - John Moncure Wettarau "Wally's Poem"

The iron opened from the inside out - John Moncure Wettarau "Wrecking Ball, Commercial Street"

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Twice on other travels - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

A wolf stood on the periphery of lamplight - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

Intensified in the silent distance between - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

Who appreciates secondhand revelations of wolves - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

Hinges of small capture in its apex of watch - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

A button pushed in the rapture of instinctual homing - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

Royal and tide riddled - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

Copper light resumes ceremony from absence - Elizabeth Woody "Meetings"

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