Potential Titles: Yet
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somethingdarkerThe peaches at market are not yet true - Rasha Abdulhadi "plum out of season"
Yet I refuse to choose destruction - Mary Alexandra Agner "Be True"
Yet can they leave one sure delight - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle
Yet I hold one hour beyond all price - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Metempsychosis"
Our breath has yet to collide - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
The nature of his magic as yet unsculpted - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"
The Ibis yet returns - Duncan Anderson "Sport"
Which never yet without remorse - Matthew Arnold "Isolation: To Marguerite"
seek for pastures not yet born - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"
Yet saved the seeds to plant next spring - William E. Barton "The Story of a Pumpkin Pie"
Yet soars with reluctant motion - Charlotte F. Bates "The Paradox"
As yet no prescience of their doom - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"
The universe demotes me, yet again - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"
We shall ascend Olympus yet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"
Gathered for processions yet to come - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"
Lingering yet in memory's gaze - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Conscious of wit I never yet possess'd - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"
Yet launch out into fantastic schemes - Robert Blair "The Grave"
Where the odyssey yet is a closed calendar - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"
Yet this heart unwise - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"
Yet keeps unfaltering trust - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Dust shall yet devour the stones - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Yet starved in the sight of luxurious things - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
Many a pair that yet cannot agree - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
Yet the sands are stirred and wars increase - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"
A memory divines that bodies, buried, yet arise - Witter Bynner "The Swimmer"
The fountain of hope is not yet dry - R.M.C. "Lay of the Madman" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]
Knocked at every door, yet no admittance found - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]
Yet feel no aching void - C.S. Calverley "Contentment"
Yet time would fail to utter all - Lewis Carroll "The Valley of the Shadow of Death"
In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
Never yet outlawed - Joseph Horatio Chant "Brotherhood"
Where some joy untasted yet awaits - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"
I cannot see ages yet to come - Chen Tzu-ang "Before and After" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Yet her creation is still incomplete - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"
Yet in corruption mindful yet - Arthur Hugh Clough "τὸ καλόν."
Our hostile, yet embracing currents - Susan Coolidge "Gulf-Stream"
Yet left some motion ever unspent - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"
Yet it flows along untainted - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"
Yet I would keep this rendezvous - Countee Cullen "I Have a Rendezvous with Life" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
How strangely cold these few yet bitter words - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"
That some sweet accident might yet release - Olive Custance "A Dream"
Yet his old glory enchants - H.D. "Projector"
Our universe's yet shattered mysteries - Kyle Dargan "Points of Contact"
My ghost defies them yet - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo"
Not yet desirous of relief - Russell W. Davenport "Poems I"
In shadows not yet bodiless - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"
The miracle I have yet to finish - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"
Juiceless yet swelling mirage - Natalie Diaz "Duned"
And the shadows were not yet long - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"
A summons faint yet absolute - Edward Dowden "By the Window"
Glories richer yet, in brighter circles set - E. "The Blighted Flower" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]
Time yet for a hundred indecisions - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
While yet we may - T.S. Eliot "Song"
Yet let them be divine - T.S. Eliot "Song"
The violet is sleeping yet - William Hodgson Ellis "The Skunk Cabbage"
How inviting yet the service of deceit - R.C.K. Ensor "Ode to Reality"
Where yet Silenus grasps the woodland cup - "A Farewell to Naples" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCXIII, v.LXVII, March 1850]
To forget things that are, for things not yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"
Were oblivion not sadder yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"
Yet some backward longings press - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"
More skeptic yet of evil - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"
A tiny germ that yet shall bud and blossom - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"
For one more battle passage yet - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"
Yet backward let me take one look - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]
Yet make his sorrowing subjects dwell on both - "The Ghost of Chatham"
You haven't introduced yourself to the clock yet - Theodora Goss "How to Make It Snow"
The city not yet fallen - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"
Yet your mystery enhances - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]
Yet angels' hearts were cold - Hafiz "The Divan XXVII" (translated by H. Bicknell)
Gullies of snow summer hasn't touched yet - Robert Hass "The Creek in Shirley Canyon"
Yet gave the heart one final thrill - Havilah "The Prophecy of the Twelve Tribes" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXL, v.LV, Feb. 1844]
Yet know the vanity of grief - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"
And yet the flowers don't quit opening - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"
Mephisto never yet was caught beneath false colors - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"
Yet when Mephisto would foreclose - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"
Hasn't yet learned that happiness is contingent - Tiffany Higgins "Medusa on Sansom and Pine" [Poetry Nov. 2013]
A wait not even known yet - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"
Paintings hanging yet in memory's ghostly halls - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
The grief of what hasn't changed yet - Jane Hirshfield "Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes"
Whose gift you do not yet know - Carlie Hoffman "Driving Through Maspeth, NY, After Teaching an Introduction to Creative Writing Class"
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Inversnaid"
Has not yet felt the snow - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"
Winners yet in its tender shine - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"
Gnaw not yet thine intricate cocoon - Richard Hughes "Felo de Se"
Yet sings, knowing he hath wings - Victor Hugo "Be Like the Bird"
With gorgeous hues yet tender - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen
Yet more prayers left undone - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"
With peace whose phantoms yet entice - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"
The ancient hours live yet - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"
And yet thou art no Sibyl - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"
Had not yet lost those starry diadems - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"
That in the womb of Time yet sleep - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"
The yet unfolded Roll of Fate - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Not yet visible to the rest - Galway Kinnell "Conception"
A language we can't speak yet - Galway Kinnell "The Seekonk Woods"
Had yet to function in myth - Christopher Kondrich "Bellfounding"
Pulled over my scorched yet ever shining heart - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"
Yet leave them no less dead - Maxine Kumin "The Burners, the Buriers"
Though yet the sacred fire be dull - Archibald Lampman "The Clearer Self"
Not yet a word from the underworld - Deborah Landau "Ecstasies"
Life's secret is not guessed at yet - Lucy Larcom "November"
The sun's chariot yet keeps its azure track - "The Last Song" translated from German, no translator credited [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
And fearful yet of believing in your pitiless legions - D.H. Lawrence "Obsequial Ode"
Through still, soft air that cry is yet prolonged - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
Yet live as human memories - Louis V. Ledoux "A Threnody: In Memory fo the Destruction of Messina by Earthquake"
Their appetites voracious yet discerning - Mary Soon Lee "What Giants Read"
The grain of hopes that yet shall flower - Amy Levy "A March Day in London"
Yet Judith, till her war was won - Vachel Lindsay "A Rhyme for All Zionists: The Eyes of Queen Esther, and How they Conquered King Ahasuerus"
The wolf has not yet eaten the sun - Marissa Lingen "The Plural of Apocalypse"
Quivered yet with savage hymns to Thor - J.R. Lowell "Merry England" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
And witnessing that hearts can yet aspire - Francis J. Lys "On Re-reading 'Ruth'"
Dead phantom of a form yet living - E.M. "The Lathe of Morpheus: A Dream Song/A tribute to B.C. from E.M."
A lingering hope my heart yet holds - J.A. M'Donald "In the Distant Years" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art 5th series no.154 v.III, Dec. 11, 1886]
While yet the snow-wreaths to the rock-shelves cling - William M. MacKeracher "Vacation Verse"
For fate is unkind to me yet - Arthur Macy "The Book Hunter"
Why have executioners not vanished yet? - Harry Martinson "Aniara 49: The Blind Woman" transl. by Stephen Klass and Leif Sjöberg
Yet, one cannot take a lawsuit out on oneself - Cate Marvin "Lying My Head Off"
On eyes not yet awake - Theodore Maynard "Dawn"
Unraying yet, more pearl than star - George Meredith "The Thrush in February"
Yet outshine the time - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"
Don't lose your arrogance yet - W.S. Merwin "Berryman"
Thoughts yet unripe - Alice Meynell "The Young Neophyte"
Yet think not that my spirit stoops - George P. Morris "I Never Have Been False to Thee" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
Festered bones under the yet unexploded sun - Okwudili Nebeolisa "A Different Farming Tale"
The thunder as yet unnamed - Pablo Neruda "Amor America (1400)" transl. by Jack Schmitt
Unfettered and yet side by side - E. Nesbit "[The swans along the water glide]"
Yet plans to order it done - Jess Nevins "My Last Duke"
Shadows of moons we don't yet know - Aimee Nezhukumatathil "Naming the Heartbeats"
Forth from the hold while yet we live - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
My mother's eyes had tears they had not cried yet - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"
On the yet unbroken darkness thrown - O. "Invocation" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.450, 14 Aug. 1852]
Intimacy not yet a science - Gregory Orr "River Inside the River"
Feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"
Yet feeds our inspirations - Walter S. Percy "Fireflies"
We long slumbering yet evanescent - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"
Promises in their not-yet-broken state - Carl Phillips "Captivity"
And yet no hiddenness - Carl Phillips "Cathedrals"
Reach for yet another fistful of straw - Carl Phillips "The Steeper the Fall"
A stain of day yet lingers - Theodore H. Rand "The Opal Fires Are Gone"
Yet more bright shall return - Henry Scott Riddell "We'll Meet Yet Again"
Like two flagons yet unfilled - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"
Certain misty yet tenable signs - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"
Sung in the colors yet unnamed - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"
Plans for Saturdays yet to come - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"
Nor yet the flower of perfect days - Alice Wellington Rollins "The New Day"
When the Titans yet were young - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"
Who are mortal men yet - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Invocation"
Yet those black seas bewitched us - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"
And Juno's bounty was not yet obtained - "The Second Pandora" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXII, v.LVIII, Dec. 1845]
Yet the Wild must win in the end - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"
When time was yet our vassal - Robert W. Service "The Tramps"
Yet I have still the loss - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIV"
Slander's mar, was ever yet the fair - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXX"
Yet one thing Time cannot wrest from me - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: A Last Word"
Yet still thy bloodless heart doth beat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"
Yet untaught by shame and art - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"
Shall yet within my heart remain - "Song [Each gentle word thy lip imparts]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Yet play about the darkened door - George Soule "Impression"
Into some world not yet imagined - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"
Yet deep enough to drown - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"
Freer yet its currents swell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"
Haunting yet the dusk of unforgotten days - George Sterling "Music"
Out of their dust they will call to us yet - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
Not yet worth patience to regret - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"
Nor yet September binds their hearts - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"
To hide in yet more deep disguises - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"
And gave us never yet a ray of satisfaction - Carmen Sylva "Out of the Deep"
Tired feet on this rough earth yet walking - K.T. "Donald--A Pony" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.9-v.I, 1 March 1884]
Generations past in the face of what is yet to be - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]
Yet never have I broken faith with Joy - Rachel Annand Taylor "The Hours of Fiammetta XLVII: Comfort I"
Dividing yet still the same - Sara Teasdale "The Voice"
Hath yet his honor and his toil - Alfred Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"
Much struggle and suffering yet may bequeath - Abel C. Thomas writing as Iron Gray "The Gospel of Slavery: A Primer of Freedom"
Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Through infinite changes yet shall I go on - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"
Whose index has yet to rust - Edwin Torres "Territory"
Yet wear a crown of hazy dream - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
From dreams with seem to haunt it yet - Trevor "Too Late" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXIII, v.LXXV, May 1854]
Yet endowed with confidence - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"
And yet, for it all, not a penny to pay - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Yet when its echo comes to me - Rudolph Valentino "Even Song"
A note of sorrow trembling yet - Henry van Dyke "The Parting and the Coming Guest"
Where yet the twilight clings - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires XVII" transl. by Alma Strettell
Constraint to the remote, the not yet, the not now, the not here - Emilio Villa "Poetry is" transl. by Dominic Siracusa
Not yet black holes - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"
Perfectly empty and yet not empty at all - Wang An-Shih "After Clouds Limitless by a Monk at Nirvana-Radiant Monastery on Mist-Perch Mountain" transl. by David Hinton
Presence yet more fugitive and frail - William Watson "Autumn"
Nearer than my flesh yet distant as a star - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"
Yet have I known your heart - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"
Yet of contradictions made - Walt Whitman "Still Though the One I Sing"
The inquisition yet would serve the law - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"
To stars yet unborn - Nancy Wood "Death Ritual"
Nor yet a broken bell - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"
Yet the very same may backfire - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
No guidance system wired inside me yet - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Dickinson retreating yet getting brighter - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
The neighbor's boat not yet docked - Kevin Young "Halter"
Every moment is not yet - Rachel Zucker "Long Lines to Stave Off Suicide"
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Yet I refuse to choose destruction - Mary Alexandra Agner "Be True"
Yet can they leave one sure delight - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle
Yet I hold one hour beyond all price - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Metempsychosis"
Our breath has yet to collide - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
The nature of his magic as yet unsculpted - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"
The Ibis yet returns - Duncan Anderson "Sport"
Which never yet without remorse - Matthew Arnold "Isolation: To Marguerite"
seek for pastures not yet born - Elizabeth Bartlett "search the wild wind"
Yet saved the seeds to plant next spring - William E. Barton "The Story of a Pumpkin Pie"
Yet soars with reluctant motion - Charlotte F. Bates "The Paradox"
As yet no prescience of their doom - Cal Bedient "Expulsion"
The universe demotes me, yet again - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"
We shall ascend Olympus yet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"
Gathered for processions yet to come - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"
Lingering yet in memory's gaze - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Conscious of wit I never yet possess'd - Thomas Blacklock "The Author's Picture"
Yet launch out into fantastic schemes - Robert Blair "The Grave"
Where the odyssey yet is a closed calendar - Brian Blanchfield "Learning"
Yet this heart unwise - Wilfrid Scawen Blunt "How Shall I Build"
Yet keeps unfaltering trust - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Dust shall yet devour the stones - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Yet starved in the sight of luxurious things - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
Many a pair that yet cannot agree - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
Yet the sands are stirred and wars increase - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"
A memory divines that bodies, buried, yet arise - Witter Bynner "The Swimmer"
The fountain of hope is not yet dry - R.M.C. "Lay of the Madman" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.6, December 1837]
Knocked at every door, yet no admittance found - Calder Campbell "By the Sea" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.425, 21 Feb. 1852]
Yet feel no aching void - C.S. Calverley "Contentment"
Yet time would fail to utter all - Lewis Carroll "The Valley of the Shadow of Death"
In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
Never yet outlawed - Joseph Horatio Chant "Brotherhood"
Where some joy untasted yet awaits - Thomas S. Chard "The Seven Sleepers"
I cannot see ages yet to come - Chen Tzu-ang "Before and After" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Yet her creation is still incomplete - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"
Yet in corruption mindful yet - Arthur Hugh Clough "τὸ καλόν."
Our hostile, yet embracing currents - Susan Coolidge "Gulf-Stream"
Yet left some motion ever unspent - Hart Crane "To Brooklyn Bridge"
Yet it flows along untainted - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"
Yet I would keep this rendezvous - Countee Cullen "I Have a Rendezvous with Life" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
How strangely cold these few yet bitter words - Charlotte Cushman "Duchess de la Valliere"
That some sweet accident might yet release - Olive Custance "A Dream"
Yet his old glory enchants - H.D. "Projector"
Our universe's yet shattered mysteries - Kyle Dargan "Points of Contact"
My ghost defies them yet - "Datasonnet for Prince Giolo"
Not yet desirous of relief - Russell W. Davenport "Poems I"
In shadows not yet bodiless - Russell W. Davenport "Poems III"
The miracle I have yet to finish - Geffrey Davis "Not to Be Confused with 'Poem'"
Juiceless yet swelling mirage - Natalie Diaz "Duned"
And the shadows were not yet long - Lord Alfred Douglas "In Summer"
A summons faint yet absolute - Edward Dowden "By the Window"
Glories richer yet, in brighter circles set - E. "The Blighted Flower" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]
Time yet for a hundred indecisions - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
While yet we may - T.S. Eliot "Song"
Yet let them be divine - T.S. Eliot "Song"
The violet is sleeping yet - William Hodgson Ellis "The Skunk Cabbage"
How inviting yet the service of deceit - R.C.K. Ensor "Ode to Reality"
Where yet Silenus grasps the woodland cup - "A Farewell to Naples" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCXIII, v.LXVII, March 1850]
To forget things that are, for things not yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"
Were oblivion not sadder yet - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Rain Fugue"
Yet some backward longings press - Arthur Davison Ficke "Lines for Two Futurists"
More skeptic yet of evil - Arthur Davison Ficke "To John Cowper Powys, on His 'Confessions'"
A tiny germ that yet shall bud and blossom - Marcella Agnes Fitzgerald "A Winter Day"
For one more battle passage yet - Robert Frost "In Equal Sacrifice"
Yet backward let me take one look - G. "Retrospection" [The Knickerbocker v.10, no.4, October 1837]
Yet make his sorrowing subjects dwell on both - "The Ghost of Chatham"
You haven't introduced yourself to the clock yet - Theodora Goss "How to Make It Snow"
The city not yet fallen - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"
Yet your mystery enhances - E.W.H. "Dream-Fancies" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.141-v.III, 11 Sept. 1886]
Yet angels' hearts were cold - Hafiz "The Divan XXVII" (translated by H. Bicknell)
Gullies of snow summer hasn't touched yet - Robert Hass "The Creek in Shirley Canyon"
Yet gave the heart one final thrill - Havilah "The Prophecy of the Twelve Tribes" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXL, v.LV, Feb. 1844]
Yet know the vanity of grief - Robert Hayden "Words in the Mourning Time"
And yet the flowers don't quit opening - Terrance Hayes "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"
Mephisto never yet was caught beneath false colors - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"
Yet when Mephisto would foreclose - Oliver Herford "Mephisto"
Hasn't yet learned that happiness is contingent - Tiffany Higgins "Medusa on Sansom and Pine" [Poetry Nov. 2013]
A wait not even known yet - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"
Paintings hanging yet in memory's ghostly halls - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
The grief of what hasn't changed yet - Jane Hirshfield "Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon Over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes"
Whose gift you do not yet know - Carlie Hoffman "Driving Through Maspeth, NY, After Teaching an Introduction to Creative Writing Class"
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Inversnaid"
Has not yet felt the snow - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"
Winners yet in its tender shine - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"
Gnaw not yet thine intricate cocoon - Richard Hughes "Felo de Se"
Yet sings, knowing he hath wings - Victor Hugo "Be Like the Bird"
With gorgeous hues yet tender - Victor Hugo "Truth" transl. by Harry Curwen
Yet more prayers left undone - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"
With peace whose phantoms yet entice - Jean Ingelow "Scholar and Carpenter"
The ancient hours live yet - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"
And yet thou art no Sibyl - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"
Had not yet lost those starry diadems - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"
That in the womb of Time yet sleep - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"
The yet unfolded Roll of Fate - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Not yet visible to the rest - Galway Kinnell "Conception"
A language we can't speak yet - Galway Kinnell "The Seekonk Woods"
Had yet to function in myth - Christopher Kondrich "Bellfounding"
Pulled over my scorched yet ever shining heart - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"
Yet leave them no less dead - Maxine Kumin "The Burners, the Buriers"
Though yet the sacred fire be dull - Archibald Lampman "The Clearer Self"
Not yet a word from the underworld - Deborah Landau "Ecstasies"
Life's secret is not guessed at yet - Lucy Larcom "November"
The sun's chariot yet keeps its azure track - "The Last Song" translated from German, no translator credited [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
And fearful yet of believing in your pitiless legions - D.H. Lawrence "Obsequial Ode"
Through still, soft air that cry is yet prolonged - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
Yet live as human memories - Louis V. Ledoux "A Threnody: In Memory fo the Destruction of Messina by Earthquake"
Their appetites voracious yet discerning - Mary Soon Lee "What Giants Read"
The grain of hopes that yet shall flower - Amy Levy "A March Day in London"
Yet Judith, till her war was won - Vachel Lindsay "A Rhyme for All Zionists: The Eyes of Queen Esther, and How they Conquered King Ahasuerus"
The wolf has not yet eaten the sun - Marissa Lingen "The Plural of Apocalypse"
Quivered yet with savage hymns to Thor - J.R. Lowell "Merry England" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
And witnessing that hearts can yet aspire - Francis J. Lys "On Re-reading 'Ruth'"
Dead phantom of a form yet living - E.M. "The Lathe of Morpheus: A Dream Song/A tribute to B.C. from E.M."
A lingering hope my heart yet holds - J.A. M'Donald "In the Distant Years" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art 5th series no.154 v.III, Dec. 11, 1886]
While yet the snow-wreaths to the rock-shelves cling - William M. MacKeracher "Vacation Verse"
For fate is unkind to me yet - Arthur Macy "The Book Hunter"
Why have executioners not vanished yet? - Harry Martinson "Aniara 49: The Blind Woman" transl. by Stephen Klass and Leif Sjöberg
Yet, one cannot take a lawsuit out on oneself - Cate Marvin "Lying My Head Off"
On eyes not yet awake - Theodore Maynard "Dawn"
Unraying yet, more pearl than star - George Meredith "The Thrush in February"
Yet outshine the time - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"
Don't lose your arrogance yet - W.S. Merwin "Berryman"
Thoughts yet unripe - Alice Meynell "The Young Neophyte"
Yet think not that my spirit stoops - George P. Morris "I Never Have Been False to Thee" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
Festered bones under the yet unexploded sun - Okwudili Nebeolisa "A Different Farming Tale"
The thunder as yet unnamed - Pablo Neruda "Amor America (1400)" transl. by Jack Schmitt
Unfettered and yet side by side - E. Nesbit "[The swans along the water glide]"
Yet plans to order it done - Jess Nevins "My Last Duke"
Shadows of moons we don't yet know - Aimee Nezhukumatathil "Naming the Heartbeats"
Forth from the hold while yet we live - "Niels Ebbeson, 1340" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
My mother's eyes had tears they had not cried yet - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"
On the yet unbroken darkness thrown - O. "Invocation" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.450, 14 Aug. 1852]
Intimacy not yet a science - Gregory Orr "River Inside the River"
Feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief - James Parkerson "A Poem to the Memory of our late lamented Queen Caroline of England"
Yet feeds our inspirations - Walter S. Percy "Fireflies"
We long slumbering yet evanescent - Mahealani Perez-Wendt "Lei Kukui, Lei Kuahu"
Promises in their not-yet-broken state - Carl Phillips "Captivity"
And yet no hiddenness - Carl Phillips "Cathedrals"
Reach for yet another fistful of straw - Carl Phillips "The Steeper the Fall"
A stain of day yet lingers - Theodore H. Rand "The Opal Fires Are Gone"
Yet more bright shall return - Henry Scott Riddell "We'll Meet Yet Again"
Like two flagons yet unfilled - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"
Certain misty yet tenable signs - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"
Sung in the colors yet unnamed - Alberto Rios "On Gathering Artists"
Plans for Saturdays yet to come - Alberto Rios "To Mars from Arizona"
Nor yet the flower of perfect days - Alice Wellington Rollins "The New Day"
When the Titans yet were young - Isaac Rosenberg "Unicorn"
Who are mortal men yet - Jane Johnston Schoolcraft "Invocation"
Yet those black seas bewitched us - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"
And Juno's bounty was not yet obtained - "The Second Pandora" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXII, v.LVIII, Dec. 1845]
Yet the Wild must win in the end - Robert W. Service "The Heart of the Sourdough"
When time was yet our vassal - Robert W. Service "The Tramps"
Yet I have still the loss - William Shakespeare "Sonnet XXXIV"
Slander's mar, was ever yet the fair - William Shakespeare "Sonnet LXX"
Yet one thing Time cannot wrest from me - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: A Last Word"
Yet still thy bloodless heart doth beat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"
Yet untaught by shame and art - W. Gilmore Simms "Stanzas"
Shall yet within my heart remain - "Song [Each gentle word thy lip imparts]" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Yet play about the darkened door - George Soule "Impression"
Into some world not yet imagined - Juliana Spahr "Ode to Goby"
Yet deep enough to drown - Leonora Speyer "Fiddler's Farewell"
Freer yet its currents swell - Edmund Clarence Stedman "Summer Rain"
Haunting yet the dusk of unforgotten days - George Sterling "Music"
Out of their dust they will call to us yet - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
Not yet worth patience to regret - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Before Parting"
Nor yet September binds their hearts - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"
To hide in yet more deep disguises - Algernon Swinburne "Plus Ultra"
And gave us never yet a ray of satisfaction - Carmen Sylva "Out of the Deep"
Tired feet on this rough earth yet walking - K.T. "Donald--A Pony" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.9-v.I, 1 March 1884]
Generations past in the face of what is yet to be - Bogi Takács "You Are Here" [24 Nov. 2014 Strange Horizons]
Yet never have I broken faith with Joy - Rachel Annand Taylor "The Hours of Fiammetta XLVII: Comfort I"
Dividing yet still the same - Sara Teasdale "The Voice"
Hath yet his honor and his toil - Alfred Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"
Much struggle and suffering yet may bequeath - Abel C. Thomas writing as Iron Gray "The Gospel of Slavery: A Primer of Freedom"
Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
Through infinite changes yet shall I go on - Maurice Thompson "The Final Thought"
Whose index has yet to rust - Edwin Torres "Territory"
Yet wear a crown of hazy dream - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
From dreams with seem to haunt it yet - Trevor "Too Late" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCCLXIII, v.LXXV, May 1854]
Yet endowed with confidence - David Trinidad "Ode to Dusty Springfield"
And yet, for it all, not a penny to pay - Nancy Byrd Turner "Apple-Tree Inn" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Yet when its echo comes to me - Rudolph Valentino "Even Song"
A note of sorrow trembling yet - Henry van Dyke "The Parting and the Coming Guest"
Where yet the twilight clings - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires XVII" transl. by Alma Strettell
Constraint to the remote, the not yet, the not now, the not here - Emilio Villa "Poetry is" transl. by Dominic Siracusa
Not yet black holes - Rosmarie Waldrop "Aging"
Perfectly empty and yet not empty at all - Wang An-Shih "After Clouds Limitless by a Monk at Nirvana-Radiant Monastery on Mist-Perch Mountain" transl. by David Hinton
Presence yet more fugitive and frail - William Watson "Autumn"
Nearer than my flesh yet distant as a star - Edith Wharton "La Folle du Logis"
Yet have I known your heart - John Hall Wheelock "My Lonely One"
Yet of contradictions made - Walt Whitman "Still Though the One I Sing"
The inquisition yet would serve the law - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "Protest"
To stars yet unborn - Nancy Wood "Death Ritual"
Nor yet a broken bell - Willard Huntington Wright "What of the Night?"
Yet the very same may backfire - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
No guidance system wired inside me yet - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Dickinson retreating yet getting brighter - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
The neighbor's boat not yet docked - Kevin Young "Halter"
Every moment is not yet - Rachel Zucker "Long Lines to Stave Off Suicide"
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